<?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-5285316235494017913</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:33:30.692Z</updated><category term='desafio'/><category term='videos'/><category term='frases'/><category term='tempo'/><title type='text'>another shadow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-5516866389509212224</id><published>2011-12-10T19:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:52:04.073Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o desprezo é a melhor arma. Se é! Sei-o eu que passo por ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2uVP8nZXEfs/TuO4XSgyuSI/AAAAAAAAASU/_WCUsN41XnU/s1600/tumblr_lv638z5sMZ1qj69x5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2uVP8nZXEfs/TuO4XSgyuSI/AAAAAAAAASU/_WCUsN41XnU/s320/tumblr_lv638z5sMZ1qj69x5o1_500.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_750737338"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_750737339"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-5516866389509212224?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5516866389509212224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=5516866389509212224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5516866389509212224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5516866389509212224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-o-desprezo-e-melhor-arma.html' title=''/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2uVP8nZXEfs/TuO4XSgyuSI/AAAAAAAAASU/_WCUsN41XnU/s72-c/tumblr_lv638z5sMZ1qj69x5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-8264028865873394089</id><published>2011-12-09T17:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T17:39:46.334Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E voltei. Com novo nome, nova casa, nova força, nova confiança, com nova vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CGRMZ4sxojE/TuJH102YCgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/QIAP1pHtGfg/s1600/tumblr_lv638z5sMZ1qj69x5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CGRMZ4sxojE/TuJH102YCgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/QIAP1pHtGfg/s320/tumblr_lv638z5sMZ1qj69x5o1_500.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-8264028865873394089?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8264028865873394089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=8264028865873394089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8264028865873394089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8264028865873394089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-voltei.html' title=''/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CGRMZ4sxojE/TuJH102YCgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/QIAP1pHtGfg/s72-c/tumblr_lv638z5sMZ1qj69x5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-3727370390011862763</id><published>2011-07-19T23:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T23:53:14.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lojx6pxvek1qjoiipo1_500_large" class="img" height="266" id="main_image" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12145106/tumblr_lojx6pxVEK1qjoiipo1_500_large.jpg?1311029975" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito feliz. Sem razão. É tão bom. Não há sinais de ti, de nós e, sinto-me em paz. Já há muito que não me sentia assim. E é isto que quero para sempre. Começo a pensar que estou melhor sem ti do que contigo. Obrigada por me mostrares isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-3727370390011862763?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3727370390011862763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=3727370390011862763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3727370390011862763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3727370390011862763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/07/estou-muito-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-2533623710611403389</id><published>2011-05-20T20:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T20:36:37.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pjj5JH3Zvzg/TdbCv6WaKnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/GmlEVZ9cEWs/s1600/207297_156174637780762_155716484493244_385338_7831196_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pjj5JH3Zvzg/TdbCv6WaKnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/GmlEVZ9cEWs/s320/207297_156174637780762_155716484493244_385338_7831196_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Porque é que&amp;nbsp; o que mais anseámos,&amp;nbsp;é o maior erro que podemos cometer,&amp;nbsp;e nós sabemos isso desde o inicio, mas mesmo assim, lutamos furiosamente?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-2533623710611403389?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2533623710611403389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=2533623710611403389&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/2533623710611403389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/2533623710611403389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/05/porque-e-que-o-que-mais-anseamos-o.html' title=''/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pjj5JH3Zvzg/TdbCv6WaKnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/GmlEVZ9cEWs/s72-c/207297_156174637780762_155716484493244_385338_7831196_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-9079949917454223008</id><published>2011-05-14T16:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:34:58.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3f5GM60CZM/Tc6hGjQCCXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BlCi3LS9xkw/s1600/tumblr_ll0wr7ujzk1qbsbszo1_500_large.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3f5GM60CZM/Tc6hGjQCCXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BlCi3LS9xkw/s320/tumblr_ll0wr7ujzk1qbsbszo1_500_large.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vives numa roda. Uma roda de pessoas, coisas e sentimentos. Começas com algo, depressa te cansas, e trocas por alguma outra coisa, voltas a fartar-te voltas ao inicio. Mas o problema, o problema não está em ti, o problema&amp;nbsp;está&amp;nbsp;em&amp;nbsp;quem te apara o jogo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-9079949917454223008?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/9079949917454223008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=9079949917454223008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/9079949917454223008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/9079949917454223008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/05/vives-numa-roda.html' title=''/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3f5GM60CZM/Tc6hGjQCCXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/BlCi3LS9xkw/s72-c/tumblr_ll0wr7ujzk1qbsbszo1_500_large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-4754267741222056190</id><published>2011-05-14T00:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T00:43:54.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c8YvNnTyxQg/Tc3CMwNvzgI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BJo1J7pi1q0/s1600/tumblr_lkh7zgxfxc1qbm6mjo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c8YvNnTyxQg/Tc3CMwNvzgI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BJo1J7pi1q0/s320/tumblr_lkh7zgxfxc1qbm6mjo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;as coisas mudam. certas coisas mudam. outras ficam. ficam presentes de mais. ficam como que para sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-4754267741222056190?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4754267741222056190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=4754267741222056190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4754267741222056190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4754267741222056190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-coisas-mudam.html' title=''/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c8YvNnTyxQg/Tc3CMwNvzgI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BJo1J7pi1q0/s72-c/tumblr_lkh7zgxfxc1qbm6mjo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-536795619306156601</id><published>2011-03-26T21:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T18:15:47.009Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1- estas vão ser as verdades&amp;nbsp;mais lixadas de todas. Prometes responder com sinceridade a tudo?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-Amas alguém neste momento? não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3-Fazias tudo por ele?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4-Já gostaste de alguém cujo nome é : João, Pedro ou Luís?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5-Ontem à meia-noite onde estavas? Com quem? A fazer o quê? casita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6-Já disseste ''amo-te'' a alguém com quem não quisesses nada mas no entanto sabias que ela queria?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7-Qual a foi a última vez que riste sinceramente? hoje&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-O que fazes por amor?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;nem tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-Gostas mais de estar solteira(o) ou numa relação?&amp;nbsp;"antes sozinha do que mal acompanhada" diz tudo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11-Se a pessoa que mais amaste (ou amas) na vida , te ligasse e dissesse ''eu amo-te'' o que fazias? LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12- Quando estás mal o que costumas fazer? música&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13-Já fizeste alguma coisa à pessoa de quem gostas , mas por vergonha não lhe mostraste?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14-Já ofereceste um presente a um namorado?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15- O que achas , sinceramente das tuas amigas?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;somos ums deficientes muito fofinhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16-Imagina, apaixonaste pelo namorado da tua melhor amiga , o que fazes?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;se é minha melhor amiga tenho a certeza que não me apaixonaria pelo namorado dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17- Rapazes são ..&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;inconstantes, insensatos, cobardes, ui, vou ficar aqui muuuito tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18-Qual foi a última coisa que o amor da tua vida te disse? quem?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19-Costumas trocar olhares com essa pessoa? quem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20-O que achas dessa pessoa? quem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21-O que fazes quando tens uma amiga a gostar da mesma pessoa que tu? isso, não é amizade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22-A tua última relação foi boa? Porquê?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;sim e não. várias razões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23-Vai a 15 sms do telemóvel (se tiveres dois ,vai aos dois) o que diz?&amp;nbsp;"onde estás?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24-Hoje estás feliz?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;em comparação com os ultimos dias sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25-Odeias quando te dizem ... não sejas assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26-Já choraste por alguém que tenha chorado por ti?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27-O que as pessoas te diziam quando te viam ao lado do teu ex-namorado? Ou se tens agora o que dizem?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vocês são de rir. ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28-Sentes alguma coisa pela última pessoa que beijaste?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;sim, infelizmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29-Costumas enganar ou ser enganado? enganar-me a mim mesma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30-O que tiravas da tua vida neste momento?toda a gente, so ficava quem realmente é importante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31-Como é a tua relação com as pessoas com quem já tiveste alguma coisa? depende&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32- Já choraste por alguém a frente dessa pessoa?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33-Eras capaz de trair um namorado? não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34-Uma música que seja especial para ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Um sitio onde passes grande parte do tempo com uma pessoa de quem gostes: &lt;/strong&gt;depende.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39-Eras capaz de começar uma relação com alguém por causa do dinheiro?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;não&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40-Vês uma amiga a chorar por amor , o que fazes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;primeiro, consolo, tento ajudar a comprrender. depois, festão ahah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41-Um filme..?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;juntos ao luar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42-Alguma das tuas amigas te irrita? Porquê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;não :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43-Costumas falar ao telefone com a pessoa que gostas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;não&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44-Choras quando te lembras de certos momentos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;não&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45-A última pessoa que errou emocionalmente contigo pediu desculpa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;não.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46-Há alguma pessoa (do sexo oposto) que saiba tudo sobre ti? não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47-Gostas de dar 2º(ou mais) oportunidades? se merecerem sim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48-Acreditas que um olhar vale mais do que mil palavras? SIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49-Estás zangado com alguém importante para ti? sim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50-Foste 100% sincero? sim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-536795619306156601?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/536795619306156601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=536795619306156601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/536795619306156601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/536795619306156601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/03/1-estas-vao-ser-as-verdades-lixadas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-5420416998333997313</id><published>2011-03-03T18:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T18:08:22.657Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4PT2eAsOdoo/TW_ZEDbu_yI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qRWPrNrFeZ4/s1600/tumblr_lg8jm8P9jE1qzedkmo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4PT2eAsOdoo/TW_ZEDbu_yI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qRWPrNrFeZ4/s320/tumblr_lg8jm8P9jE1qzedkmo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;«&lt;b&gt;Nunca sabes o que queres e vives tão perdido nas tuas dúvidas&lt;/b&gt; que nem sequer consegues perceber o mal que podes infligir aos outros.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-5420416998333997313?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5420416998333997313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=5420416998333997313&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5420416998333997313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5420416998333997313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/03/nunca-sabes-o-que-queres-e-vives-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4PT2eAsOdoo/TW_ZEDbu_yI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qRWPrNrFeZ4/s72-c/tumblr_lg8jm8P9jE1qzedkmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-6099940967635328127</id><published>2011-01-19T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:40:14.985Z</updated><title type='text'>20º dia - A tua música favorita de sempre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xUagu0Sidk0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xUagu0Sidk0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMO &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-6099940967635328127?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6099940967635328127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=6099940967635328127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6099940967635328127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6099940967635328127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/01/20-dia-tua-musica-favorita-de-sempre.html' title='20º dia - A tua música favorita de sempre.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-8774574070978593479</id><published>2011-01-13T20:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:38:07.853Z</updated><title type='text'>19º - A música que te faz sorrir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="137"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ac3HkriqdGQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ac3HkriqdGQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="137"&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/5285316235494017913-8774574070978593479?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8774574070978593479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=8774574070978593479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8774574070978593479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8774574070978593479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/01/19-musica-que-te-faz-sorrir.html' title='19º - A música que te faz sorrir.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-6691314191603455356</id><published>2011-01-13T20:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:37:13.769Z</updated><title type='text'>18º dia- A música que gostavas que desse no teu funeral.</title><content type='html'>Nunca pensei em musica no meu funeral. Mas como pronto ahah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7B--3cId-YE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7B--3cId-YE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&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/5285316235494017913-6691314191603455356?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6691314191603455356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=6691314191603455356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6691314191603455356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6691314191603455356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/01/17-dia-musica-que-gostavas-que-desse-no.html' title='18º dia- A música que gostavas que desse no teu funeral.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-5047879247252893518</id><published>2011-01-12T20:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:36:53.526Z</updated><title type='text'>17º dia - A música que queres ouvir no teu casamento.</title><content type='html'>Mesmo não querendo casar e repetindo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kuq7RYQ8Wa0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kuq7RYQ8Wa0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&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/5285316235494017913-5047879247252893518?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5047879247252893518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=5047879247252893518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5047879247252893518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5047879247252893518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/01/16-dia-musica-que-queres-ouvir-no-teu.html' title='17º dia - A música que queres ouvir no teu casamento.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-21420256709296564</id><published>2011-01-11T20:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:36:25.485Z</updated><title type='text'>16º dia - A música que ouves quando estas triste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqU9-0uuGAU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqU9-0uuGAU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&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/5285316235494017913-21420256709296564?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/21420256709296564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=21420256709296564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/21420256709296564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/21420256709296564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/01/15-dia-musica-que-ouves-quando-estas.html' title='16º dia - A música que ouves quando estas triste.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-8595465921540571179</id><published>2011-01-10T20:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:35:56.641Z</updated><title type='text'>15º dia - A música que ouves quando estas feliz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHIIATt0BaM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHIIATt0BaM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente porque esta musica é linda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-8595465921540571179?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8595465921540571179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=8595465921540571179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8595465921540571179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8595465921540571179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/01/14-dia-musica-que-ouves-quando-estas.html' title='15º dia - A música que ouves quando estas feliz.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-383760133864888253</id><published>2011-01-09T20:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:35:31.019Z</updated><title type='text'>14º dia- A música que ouves quando estás zangada</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_L4Rixya64?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_L4Rixya64?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completamente isto. ahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-383760133864888253?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/383760133864888253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=383760133864888253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/383760133864888253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/383760133864888253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/01/13-dia-musica-que-ouves-quando-estas.html' title='14º dia- A música que ouves quando estás zangada'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-3811837804302795218</id><published>2011-01-08T20:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:34:56.290Z</updated><title type='text'>13º dia- A música do teu álbum favorito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wWAh5zUDiBs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wWAh5zUDiBs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better man - Pearl Jam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-3811837804302795218?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3811837804302795218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=3811837804302795218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3811837804302795218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3811837804302795218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/01/12-dia-musica-do-teu-album-favorito.html' title='13º dia- A música do teu álbum favorito.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-6662419304347633142</id><published>2011-01-07T20:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:34:39.774Z</updated><title type='text'>12º dia - A musica que te define.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZpnXIvpij8U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZpnXIvpij8U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela letra, provavelmente esta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-6662419304347633142?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6662419304347633142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=6662419304347633142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6662419304347633142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6662419304347633142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/01/11-dia-musica-que-te-define.html' title='12º dia - A musica que te define.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-9044106813315309873</id><published>2011-01-06T20:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:34:11.918Z</updated><title type='text'>11º dia - A música que ninguém espera que gostes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="137" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/26EP0ght2kI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/26EP0ght2kI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="137"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é bem gostar, é suportar. Deste tipo de cantores é a unica que consigo ouvir e cantar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-9044106813315309873?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/9044106813315309873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=9044106813315309873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/9044106813315309873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/9044106813315309873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/01/10-dia-musica-que-ninguem-espera-que.html' title='11º dia - A música que ninguém espera que gostes.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-916017693260856468</id><published>2011-01-05T20:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:33:51.902Z</updated><title type='text'>10ºdia- A musica da tua banda favorita</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kuq7RYQ8Wa0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kuq7RYQ8Wa0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto. Muito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-916017693260856468?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/916017693260856468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=916017693260856468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/916017693260856468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/916017693260856468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/01/9dia-musica-da-tua-banda-favorita.html' title='10ºdia- A musica da tua banda favorita'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-6167146465039386304</id><published>2011-01-04T20:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:33:27.827Z</updated><title type='text'>9º dia - A música que te faz adormecer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="137" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_bQ80xZNwI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_bQ80xZNwI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="137"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta, porque já adormeci a ouvi-la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-6167146465039386304?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6167146465039386304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=6167146465039386304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6167146465039386304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6167146465039386304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/01/8-dia-musica-que-te-faz-adormecer.html' title='9º dia - A música que te faz adormecer.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-2698735244146172671</id><published>2011-01-03T00:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:32:30.049Z</updated><title type='text'>8º dia- A música que te faz dançar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="137"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kVpv8-5XWOI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&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/kVpv8-5XWOI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="137"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Digo desde já que não gosto muuuito, mas foi a primeira que me ocorreu.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-2698735244146172671?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2698735244146172671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-8578231635783890698</id><published>2011-01-03T00:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:32:11.928Z</updated><title type='text'>7º dia - A música que te faz lembrar um evento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1xwtv2HRyc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&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/D1xwtv2HRyc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era óbvio, muito óbvio.&lt;div 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-3289392080028335288</id><published>2011-01-01T21:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:17:52.424Z</updated><title type='text'>5º dia- A música que te faz lembrar alguém.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="137" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ac3HkriqdGQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&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/ac3HkriqdGQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="137"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me- Lifehouse&lt;div 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alguém.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-7445610129940647829</id><published>2011-01-01T15:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:19:34.685Z</updated><title type='text'>Verdades</title><content type='html'>Coloca a negrito as verdades sobre ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto falta de alguém agora.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo dormir&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Já vi um filme porno. &lt;br /&gt;Acredito que a honestidade é a melhor política.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mudei muito mentalmente desde o ano passado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou muito, muito inteligente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca parti um osso do corpo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um segredo que tenho vergonha de revelar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo a chuva.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou paranóico.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso de dinheiro agora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter um irmão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menti a um bom amigo nos últimos seis meses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normalmente sou pessimista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho oscilações de humor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que a prostituição deve ser legalizada. (é igual, para mim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou bipolar&lt;/strong&gt;. (quase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho um talento escondido. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto de falar ao telefone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praticamente vivo de camisas e calças de ganga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho um telemóvel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actualmente tenho um fraquinho por alguém&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho nenhuma ideia do que quero fazer o resto da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero ter filhos no futuro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou muito tímida perto do sexo oposto&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo os meus melhores amigos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo canal Panda e gosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tive uma queda por alguém que nunca conheci.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijei alguém que sabia que não devia&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Não toco um instrumento musical.&lt;br /&gt;Caio mais rapidamente em “desejo” do que “amor”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou uma pessoa totalmente diferente em torno de pessoas diferentes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa onde estou ou com quem estou, pareço sempre um solitário.&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração reside abaixo dos meus pés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma vez roubei um chocolate no supermercado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a capacidade de tomar decisões sem mudar a minha forma de pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou mais analítico sobre as pessoas que conheço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acredito na perda de tempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu feriado favorito não é o Natal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei o que faria sem os meus amigos&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Estou com fome.&lt;br /&gt;Menti sobre um dos itens desta lista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho um problema em expressar as coisas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a pessoa mais necessitada que conheço à face do planeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só vejo televisão quando está alguém no computador.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou um pouco louco&lt;/strong&gt;. (um pouco?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto do cheiro de Tic-Tac's laranja.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixono-me com muita facilidade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adoro cheirar cola.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou muito egoísta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou tão emo, às vezes. (&lt;/strong&gt;todos os adolescentes têm um bocadinho de emo, em si)&lt;br /&gt;Acho que a raça humana está mal e deve ser demolida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já copiei num teste.&lt;/strong&gt; (Um?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou farto de drama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um emprego digno. (Calma, calminha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já fingi que estava a estudar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou burro, sou um depósito de informações inúteis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já fiz um teste sem estudar&lt;/strong&gt;. (Um?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já me quis matar.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já tive vontade de mandar todos para a puta que os pariu.&lt;/strong&gt; (Já mandei, aliás)&lt;br /&gt;Amo ficar apaixonado, mesmo que não seja correspondido. É uma sensação tão boa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho nojo de baratas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já pensei em fugir de casa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus conselhos são os piores possíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já fingi estar doente para não ir às aulas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;PS: é o que dá não ter saído, e não ter imaginação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-7445610129940647829?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7445610129940647829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=7445610129940647829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/7445610129940647829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/7445610129940647829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/01/verdades.html' title='Verdades'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-5924795515433579488</id><published>2010-12-31T19:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:18:52.405Z</updated><title type='text'>4º dia-A música que te põem triste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="200" width="137"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4BTcPg6JOCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&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/4BTcPg6JOCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="137"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you- Incubus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-5924795515433579488?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5924795515433579488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=5924795515433579488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5924795515433579488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5924795515433579488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2011/01/4-dia-musica-que-te-poem-triste.html' title='4º dia-A música que te põem triste.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-3841621104596366660</id><published>2010-12-30T19:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:20:39.923Z</updated><title type='text'>3º dia - A música que te faz feliz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="200" width="173"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m6pW_q1PvH0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&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/m6pW_q1PvH0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="173"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2 , 3, 4. Plain White T's &lt;br /&gt;Amo. Amo muito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-3841621104596366660?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3841621104596366660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=3841621104596366660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3841621104596366660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3841621104596366660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/3-dia-musica-que-te-faz-feliz.html' title='3º dia - A música que te faz feliz.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-8864490541822674960</id><published>2010-12-29T20:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:21:40.585Z</updated><title type='text'>2º dia- A música que menos gostas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="200" width="173"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kffacxfA7G4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&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/kffacxfA7G4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="173"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este? Este merecia prisão. Até fico com náuseas só&amp;nbsp;de saber que tenho isto aqui, no meu blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-8864490541822674960?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8864490541822674960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=8864490541822674960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8864490541822674960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8864490541822674960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zNKvrxVgfns?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="173"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society-Eddie Vedder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-4120174645907443405?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4120174645907443405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=4120174645907443405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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músicas</title><content type='html'>Vi no blog: &lt;a href="http://erampensamentosperdidosrm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://erampensamentosperdidosrm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; e adorei (visto que sou uma amante de música)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://erampensamentosperdidosrm.blogspot.com/2010/12/desafio-minha-musica-favorita.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a tua música favorita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música que menos gostas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música que te faz feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música que te põem triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música que te faz lembrar alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música que te faz lembrar de algum sitio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música que te faz lembrar um evento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música que te faz dançar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música que te faz adormecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música da tua banda favorita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música que ninguém espera que gostes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música que te descreve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música do teu álbum favorito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música que ouves quando estas zangada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música que ouves quando estas feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música que ouves quando estas triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música que queres ouvir no teu casamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música que gostavas que desse no teu funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a música que te faz sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;a tua música favorita de sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-3413539325640389206?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3413539325640389206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=3413539325640389206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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Zangas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=595781&amp;amp;id=129255280424166" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img height="338" id="myphoto" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs883.snc4/71627_169753213041039_129255280424166_595780_2965651_n.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Odeio. Odeio muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-5092796985889235564?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5092796985889235564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=5092796985889235564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5092796985889235564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5092796985889235564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/23-dia-z-zangas.html' title='23º dia- Z- Zangas'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-3080262876941690998</id><published>2010-12-24T22:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-26T23:05:35.700Z</updated><title type='text'>22º dia- X- Xenofobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=676201&amp;amp;id=129255280424166" id="myphotolink" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="334" id="myphoto" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs012.snc4/33977_180127315336962_129255280424166_676200_2726265_n.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;NÃO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-3080262876941690998?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3080262876941690998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=3080262876941690998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3080262876941690998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3080262876941690998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/xenofobia.html' title='22º dia- X- Xenofobia'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-5628496034306347438</id><published>2010-12-24T17:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:40:58.092Z</updated><title type='text'>21º dia-V- Viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TRYscXx2x0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZB6gKLSL50g/s1600/36269_183950448287982_129255280424166_704702_1507573_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TRYscXx2x0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZB6gKLSL50g/s320/36269_183950448287982_129255280424166_704702_1507573_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É isso que faço, viver intensamente e saborear cada dia como se fosse o último&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-5628496034306347438?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5628496034306347438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=5628496034306347438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5628496034306347438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5628496034306347438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/21-dia-v-viver.html' title='21º dia-V- Viver'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TRYscXx2x0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZB6gKLSL50g/s72-c/36269_183950448287982_129255280424166_704702_1507573_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-6062715687683032299</id><published>2010-12-23T17:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:35:48.743Z</updated><title type='text'>20º dia- U- União</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TRYrbPI7VYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oltBw1mn9Gc/s1600/163033_184507254898968_129255280424166_708587_420944_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TRYrbPI7VYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oltBw1mn9Gc/s320/163033_184507254898968_129255280424166_708587_420944_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A união faz a força. Sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-6062715687683032299?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6062715687683032299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=6062715687683032299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6062715687683032299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6062715687683032299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/20-dia-u-uniao.html' title='20º dia- U- União'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TRYrbPI7VYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oltBw1mn9Gc/s72-c/163033_184507254898968_129255280424166_708587_420944_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-2520863426751427802</id><published>2010-12-22T20:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:29:48.597Z</updated><title type='text'>19º dia-T -Tempestades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TROw2_M_llI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lFjMFSShajI/s1600/68254_184507468232280_129255280424166_708597_6451487_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TROw2_M_llI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lFjMFSShajI/s320/68254_184507468232280_129255280424166_708597_6451487_n.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Foram muitas, agora estou tipo a guardar e procurar&amp;nbsp;tudo o que perdi, o que o vento levou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-2520863426751427802?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2520863426751427802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=2520863426751427802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/2520863426751427802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/2520863426751427802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/19-dia-t-tempestades.html' title='19º dia-T -Tempestades'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TROw2_M_llI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lFjMFSShajI/s72-c/68254_184507468232280_129255280424166_708597_6451487_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-3195075596419437647</id><published>2010-12-21T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T18:54:58.208Z</updated><title type='text'>Questinário</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;A tua última relação foi um erro? Um erro com o qual aprendi muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2. Quem foi a última pessoa que te disse "amo-te"?&amp;nbsp;A&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;3. Lamentas-te muitas vezes? Não&lt;br /&gt;4. És tímida ou extrovertida? Muito extrovertida e muito tímida.&lt;br /&gt;5. Qual o teu estado da tua relação? Solteira&lt;br /&gt;6. Como queres morrer? A dormir&lt;br /&gt;7. Qual foi a ultima coisa que comeste?&amp;nbsp;Queijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;8. Fazes algum desporto?&amp;nbsp; Fiz natação e basquetbol&lt;br /&gt;9. Róis as unhas? Não&lt;br /&gt;10. Quando foi a tua última luta física? Nunca&lt;br /&gt;11. Tens atitude?&amp;nbsp;Sim&lt;br /&gt;12. Gostas de alguém? Infelizmente&lt;br /&gt;13. O teu verdadeiro nome: C&lt;br /&gt;15. Sentes a falta de algo? Bastante&lt;br /&gt;16. Tens animais de estimação? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;17. Como te sentes hoje?&amp;nbsp;Estou "naquela" nem bem, nem mal.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;18. Qual é a inicial da última pessoa que beijaste? A&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;19. Já comeste num carro onde alguém ou tu e estava a conduzir?&amp;nbsp;Já&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;20. Tens medo de aranhas?Não&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;21. Se te dessem a oportunidade de voltar atrás, tu voltavas? Inconscientemente, sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;22. Lamentas alguma coisa no teu passado? Obviamente.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;24. Queres ter filhos? Quantos?&amp;nbsp;Não&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;25. Já alguma vez beijaste alguém cujo nome comece por um S?&amp;nbsp;Não&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;26. Odeias alguém neste momento? Sim&lt;br /&gt;27. Consegues falar bem?&amp;nbsp;Sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;28. Sentes falta de alguém do teu passado?&amp;nbsp;Sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;29. Já fizeste alguma festa do pijama?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Não&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;30. Já alguma vez estiveste em cima de um cavalo?&amp;nbsp;Sim&lt;br /&gt;31. Já beijaste alguém nojento? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;32. Já partiste o coração de alguém?Sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;33. Já alguma vez foste enganado?&amp;nbsp;Sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;34. Já alguma vez fizeste o teu (ex-) namorado chorar?Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;35. Queres viver com alguém sem casar?&amp;nbsp;Sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;36. O que devias estar a fazer agora?&amp;nbsp;Nada&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;37. Já gostaste tanto de alguém que até magoasse?&amp;nbsp;Sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;38. Tens namorado? Não.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;39. Qual é a tua cor favorita? Branco&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;40. Confias facilmente nas pessoas?&amp;nbsp;Infelizmente, sim.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;41. Tens uma boa relação com os teus pais?&amp;nbsp; Depende&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;42. Qual foi a última pessoa que te viu chorar?Ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;43. Dás segundas hipóteses facilmente?&amp;nbsp;Sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;44. É mais fácil perdoar ou esquecer?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Perdoar sim, esquecer?&amp;nbsp;Nunca&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;45. Este é o melhor ano da tua vida?&amp;nbsp;Não&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;46. Qual o nome que te chamavam em criança?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;47. Já alguma vez foste para algum sítio completamente despido? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;48. Acreditas que tudo acontece por um motivo? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;49. Qual é a ultima coisa que tu fazes antes de te deitar?&amp;nbsp; Olhar para o telémovel.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;50. O que é que te incomoda?&amp;nbsp;Falta de sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;51. Já alguma vez estiveste fora do país?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;52. Estás a ouvir musica neste momento?&amp;nbsp;Sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;53. Gostas de comida chinesa?Não&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;54. Tens medo do escuro?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Não&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;55. Nunca fazes batota?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Faço, muitas vezes, até&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;56. És rancorosa?&amp;nbsp;Depende&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;57. Qual foi o ultimo filme que viste?&amp;nbsp;Um sonho possível&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;58. Acreditas no verdadeiro amor?&amp;nbsp;Não&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;59. Gostas de sair á noite? Obviamente, sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;60. Queres-te casar?Não&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;61. É amoroso(a) quando um(a) rapariga/rapaz&amp;nbsp;te trata por "bebé"?&amp;nbsp;È&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;62. Estás com fome?Sempre&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;63. O que te faz feliz?&amp;nbsp;Imensa coisa&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;64. Mudavas o teu nome?&amp;nbsp;Não&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;65. Gostavas de ir aos Pirenéus?&amp;nbsp;Nem por&amp;nbsp;isso&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;66. Vês as notícias?&amp;nbsp;Sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;67. Qual é o teu signo?&amp;nbsp;Carneiro&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;68. Gostas de andar de metro?Nem por&amp;nbsp;isso&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;69. Foi difícil beijar a última pessoa que beijaste? Não&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;70. O teu melhor amigo do sexo oposto gosta de ti, o que fazes?&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dou-lhe um&amp;nbsp;abanão e digo-lhe para acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;71. Gostas de falar com os teus amigos?&amp;nbsp;Adoro&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;72. Já alguma vez fingiste não ver alguém que conhecias?&amp;nbsp;Claro&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;73. És teimosa(o)?&amp;nbsp;Imenso&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;74. Qual foi a ultima pessoa do sexo oposto que falou contigo?&amp;nbsp;O&amp;nbsp;meu pai Ahah&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;75. Faz diferença que a pessoa com quem namoras fume?&amp;nbsp;Não&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;76. Qual foi a ultima pessoa com quem tiveste uma conversa depressiva? &amp;nbsp;R&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;78. Já traíste alguém?&amp;nbsp;NUNCA&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;79. Quantidade de velas no teu último aniversário: 1...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;80. Tatuagens ou Piercings?&amp;nbsp;Nada&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;81. Já ficaste bêbado?&amp;nbsp;Sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;82. Já choraste por alguém?&amp;nbsp; Sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;83. Já esteve envolvido em algum acidente de carro? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;84. Cerveja ou champanhe? Cerveja e Champanhe&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;85. Metade cheio ou metade vazio?&amp;nbsp;Todo cheio&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;86. Lençóis de cama lisos ou estampados?&amp;nbsp;É igual&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;87. Filme preferido?&amp;nbsp;Juntos ao Luar&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;88. Coca-Cola simples ou com gelo?&amp;nbsp;Com gelo e limão&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;89. Quem dos teus amigos vive mais longe?&amp;nbsp;D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;90. Quantas vezes deixas tocar o telefone antes de atender?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Muitas vezes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;91. Pior sentimento do mundo?Culpa&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;92. Qual o primeiro pensamento ao acordar? "Mais 5 minutos"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;93. Se pudesses ser outra pessoa, quem serias? Ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;95. O que tens debaixo da cama?&amp;nbsp;Pó&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;97. Do que tens saudades?&amp;nbsp;Uii, tanta coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;98. Uma característica tua: Determinada&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;100. O lugar em que desejarias estar agora?&amp;nbsp;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-3195075596419437647?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3195075596419437647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=3195075596419437647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3195075596419437647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3195075596419437647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/questinario.html' title='Questinário'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-5564137502313265501</id><published>2010-12-21T17:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:08:17.161Z</updated><title type='text'>,</title><content type='html'>He: Sabes que és&amp;nbsp; a melhor coisa que me aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;She: Cala-te, não digas asneiras...&lt;br /&gt;He: És fria, gelada.&lt;br /&gt;She: Não quero magoar-me e cometer erros já cometidos.&lt;br /&gt;He: Mas podias acreditar uma vez que fosse no que te estou a dizer.&lt;br /&gt;She: Eu acredito, e o problema é esse. Eu qero me convencer que não sentes isso. Sei que como sempre vais fazer merda comigo.&lt;br /&gt;He: Eu não acredito que me estás a dizer isto. Pensei que me conhecesses.&lt;br /&gt;She: O problema é esse, conheço-te bem. Conheço-te&amp;nbsp; perfeitamente. Atrevo-me a dizer que te conheço como a palma da minha mão. A ti e ao teu passado. Tenho receio do teu futuro e de fazer parte dele.&lt;br /&gt;He: Achas que te diria tudo isto em vão? Se não o sentisse?&lt;br /&gt;She: Aí está. São só palavras, palavras que tu não transformas(te) em actos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-5564137502313265501?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5564137502313265501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=5564137502313265501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5564137502313265501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5564137502313265501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_21.html' title=','/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-7242949048519100777</id><published>2010-12-21T13:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T16:36:12.442Z</updated><title type='text'>18º dia- S- Sorrisos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TRDXcZp2OZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/V_-Fk00Qya8/s1600/36053_169754436374250_129255280424166_595899_3286005_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TRDXcZp2OZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/V_-Fk00Qya8/s320/36053_169754436374250_129255280424166_595899_3286005_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sempre sempre. Posso estar em cacos mas um sorriso é sempre. Um sorriso move multidões...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-7242949048519100777?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7242949048519100777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=7242949048519100777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/7242949048519100777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/7242949048519100777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/18-dia-s-sentir.html' title='18º dia- S- Sorrisos'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TRDXcZp2OZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/V_-Fk00Qya8/s72-c/36053_169754436374250_129255280424166_595899_3286005_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-3007218361592449329</id><published>2010-12-20T14:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:33:18.827Z</updated><title type='text'>17º dia- R - Rir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQ9pGAXWeqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/EcVHxvYfWCY/s1600/166260_183457378337289_129255280424166_701296_6562452_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQ9pGAXWeqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/EcVHxvYfWCY/s320/166260_183457378337289_129255280424166_701296_6562452_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rir. Há melhor? Não! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-3007218361592449329?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3007218361592449329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=3007218361592449329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3007218361592449329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3007218361592449329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/17-dia-r-rir.html' title='17º dia- R - Rir'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQ9pGAXWeqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/EcVHxvYfWCY/s72-c/166260_183457378337289_129255280424166_701296_6562452_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-2421023849968840609</id><published>2010-12-20T11:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:30:52.092Z</updated><title type='text'>,</title><content type='html'>She: Tu és inseguro, frágil, dás-te muito aos sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;He: Isso é mau?&lt;br /&gt;She: Sim, pelo meu ponto de visão é horrivel. Andas sempre de coração nas mãos, falas demais.&lt;br /&gt;He: Juro, juro mesmo que não te conheço assim, desse jeito.&lt;br /&gt;She: Incompetência tua.&lt;br /&gt;He: Não, não é incompetência minha. Tu hoje decideiste voltar a usar a máscara e o escudo&amp;nbsp;protector que há muito tinhas guardada, eu não percebo é porquê.&lt;br /&gt;She: Sim, e se for isso? Não deixo de ser a pessoa a quem prometeste que ficarias para sempre?&lt;br /&gt;He: E é o que vou cumprir.&lt;br /&gt;She: Isso é muita ironia. Sabes que nada é para sempre. Sabes, não sabes? Como tudo tem um começo, consequentemente tudo tem um fim. Não sei porque usas essas palavras comigo. Não&amp;nbsp;gosto nem acredito&amp;nbsp;em contos de fadas, nem tenciono acreditar. Não quero que tu e eu nos tornemos um só por usares palavras que a maior parte das vezes são ditas da boca para fora.&lt;br /&gt;He: Continuo a dizer que tu e as palavras que usas são duras, frias, muito frias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;﻿Inventado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-2421023849968840609?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2421023849968840609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=2421023849968840609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/2421023849968840609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/2421023849968840609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-tu-es-inseguro-fragil-das-te-muito.html' title=','/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-4197212573764133329</id><published>2010-12-19T14:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:29:18.224Z</updated><title type='text'>16º dia- Q- Querer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQ9oBA9MNHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mOzH0UUVGgk/s1600/163145_183455501670810_129255280424166_701205_7018069_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQ9oBA9MNHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mOzH0UUVGgk/s320/163145_183455501670810_129255280424166_701205_7018069_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Já tenho saudades de dizer "Eu quero, eu consigo". Acredito nisso. Se calhar não quero com toda a força. Um dia vou voltar a dizê-lo, disso não tenho duvida alguma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-4197212573764133329?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4197212573764133329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=4197212573764133329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4197212573764133329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4197212573764133329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/16-dia-q-querer.html' title='16º dia- Q- Querer'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQ9oBA9MNHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mOzH0UUVGgk/s72-c/163145_183455501670810_129255280424166_701205_7018069_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-1925906808215494419</id><published>2010-12-18T14:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:12:36.304Z</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQz5iqphj_I/AAAAAAAAANs/AM9nF_Fcxu8/s1600/7208622_rJqOq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQz5iqphj_I/AAAAAAAAANs/AM9nF_Fcxu8/s1600/7208622_rJqOq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quando realmente queremos as coisas, nunca as conseguimos. Quando não queremos saber disso para nada, as coisas, perseguem-nos, parece que vêm atrás de nós. Engraçado, não é? -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-1925906808215494419?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1925906808215494419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=1925906808215494419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/1925906808215494419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/1925906808215494419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_18.html' title='.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQz5iqphj_I/AAAAAAAAANs/AM9nF_Fcxu8/s72-c/7208622_rJqOq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-7121977478410861010</id><published>2010-12-18T13:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-18T13:48:19.622Z</updated><title type='text'>15º dia - P - Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQy7lcAO1sI/AAAAAAAAANk/pLIJvqRSmDM/s1600/20080529005853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQy7lcAO1sI/AAAAAAAAANk/pLIJvqRSmDM/s320/20080529005853.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Paz. Algo pela qual anseio á muito tempo, mas vê-la? Nada! A minha vida anda sempre aos trambolhões, parece uma montanha russa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-7121977478410861010?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7121977478410861010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=7121977478410861010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/7121977478410861010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/7121977478410861010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/15-dia-p-paz.html' title='15º dia - P - Paz'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQy7lcAO1sI/AAAAAAAAANk/pLIJvqRSmDM/s72-c/20080529005853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-7632754083745254597</id><published>2010-12-17T13:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-18T13:42:48.283Z</updated><title type='text'>14º dia- O- Optimismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQy5qAvrzMI/AAAAAAAAANg/ac0hPnn0LE0/s1600/73191_168478519835175_129255280424166_583791_5086230_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQy5qAvrzMI/AAAAAAAAANg/ac0hPnn0LE0/s320/73191_168478519835175_129255280424166_583791_5086230_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou optimista mas também sou muito pessimista. Vá-se lá&amp;nbsp;alguém entender esta&amp;nbsp;juventude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-7632754083745254597?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7632754083745254597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=7632754083745254597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/7632754083745254597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/7632754083745254597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/13-dia-o-optimismo.html' title='14º dia- O- Optimismo'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQy5qAvrzMI/AAAAAAAAANg/ac0hPnn0LE0/s72-c/73191_168478519835175_129255280424166_583791_5086230_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-1175879014227887312</id><published>2010-12-15T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-17T22:18:58.101Z</updated><title type='text'>13º dia- N - Nova Iorque</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQvha7LTQBI/AAAAAAAAANc/-q8TksQwgIw/s1600/i-love-new-york.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQvha7LTQBI/AAAAAAAAANc/-q8TksQwgIw/s320/i-love-new-york.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Viagem de sonho. Está para breve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-1175879014227887312?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1175879014227887312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=1175879014227887312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/1175879014227887312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/1175879014227887312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/13-dia-n-nova-iorque.html' title='13º dia- N - Nova Iorque'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQvha7LTQBI/AAAAAAAAANc/-q8TksQwgIw/s72-c/i-love-new-york.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-9018201599574412444</id><published>2010-12-15T19:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-17T20:20:37.192Z</updated><title type='text'>12º dia -M- Musica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQvFkhh-VwI/AAAAAAAAANY/8wTsGtK_nDw/s1600/162773_180129205336773_129255280424166_676303_5436834_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQvFkhh-VwI/AAAAAAAAANY/8wTsGtK_nDw/s320/162773_180129205336773_129255280424166_676303_5436834_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não vivo sem ela. Como anteriormente referi, é a minha terapia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-9018201599574412444?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/9018201599574412444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=9018201599574412444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/9018201599574412444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/9018201599574412444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/12-dia-m-musica.html' title='12º dia -M- Musica'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQvFkhh-VwI/AAAAAAAAANY/8wTsGtK_nDw/s72-c/162773_180129205336773_129255280424166_676303_5436834_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-5859360614554438988</id><published>2010-12-14T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:49:41.813Z</updated><title type='text'>11º dia- L- Lembranças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQu-kEVgzbI/AAAAAAAAANU/Hg6IPquaI8Q/s1600/65751_180129178670109_129255280424166_676300_2766195_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQu-kEVgzbI/AAAAAAAAANU/Hg6IPquaI8Q/s320/65751_180129178670109_129255280424166_676300_2766195_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Adoro lembranças. Adoro pegar em fotografias, textos, cartas antigas que rapidamente me levam ao momento em que tudo aconteceu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-5859360614554438988?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5859360614554438988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=5859360614554438988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5859360614554438988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5859360614554438988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/11-dia-l-lembrancas.html' title='11º dia- L- Lembranças'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQu-kEVgzbI/AAAAAAAAANU/Hg6IPquaI8Q/s72-c/65751_180129178670109_129255280424166_676300_2766195_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-1843298879474082395</id><published>2010-12-14T19:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:35:00.983Z</updated><title type='text'>10º dia- J- Juras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQu7Oh12twI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LTKBI1B5fs0/s1600/150573_181223735227320_129255280424166_685001_5116307_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQu7Oh12twI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LTKBI1B5fs0/s320/150573_181223735227320_129255280424166_685001_5116307_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não gosto de jurar, não gosto de juras. Odeio&amp;nbsp;que prometam coisas, ás quais não fazem a minima ideia se podem cumprir ou não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-1843298879474082395?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1843298879474082395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=1843298879474082395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/1843298879474082395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/1843298879474082395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-dia-j-juras.html' title='10º dia- J- Juras'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQu7Oh12twI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LTKBI1B5fs0/s72-c/150573_181223735227320_129255280424166_685001_5116307_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-7036173097895662246</id><published>2010-12-13T21:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:26:51.196Z</updated><title type='text'>9º- I - Invisibilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQu5LFcJCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/WuzEf-FiWPc/s1600/68545_181223465227347_129255280424166_684977_2239049_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQu5LFcJCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/WuzEf-FiWPc/s320/68545_181223465227347_129255280424166_684977_2239049_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gostava de em certos e determinados momentos ser invisivel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-7036173097895662246?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7036173097895662246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=7036173097895662246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/7036173097895662246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/7036173097895662246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/9-i-invisibilidade.html' title='9º- I - Invisibilidade'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQu5LFcJCXI/AAAAAAAAANM/WuzEf-FiWPc/s72-c/68545_181223465227347_129255280424166_684977_2239049_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-5292196160633721679</id><published>2010-12-12T21:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:56:51.920Z</updated><title type='text'>8º dia - H- Hibernar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQqKv1Q466I/AAAAAAAAANI/oao-Af06BoU/s1600/155244_181223175227376_129255280424166_684952_8353777_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQqKv1Q466I/AAAAAAAAANI/oao-Af06BoU/s320/155244_181223175227376_129255280424166_684952_8353777_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É o que mais quero. Não ouvir nada nem ninguem, longe. Só acordar quando tudo isto passasse. Era bom, ó se era!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-5292196160633721679?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5292196160633721679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=5292196160633721679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5292196160633721679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5292196160633721679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/8-dia-h-hibernar.html' title='8º dia - H- Hibernar'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQqKv1Q466I/AAAAAAAAANI/oao-Af06BoU/s72-c/155244_181223175227376_129255280424166_684952_8353777_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-4607105000469580701</id><published>2010-12-11T18:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-16T18:42:56.419Z</updated><title type='text'>7º dia- G - Gritar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQpdhGyGAXI/AAAAAAAAANE/-kjI23HqenI/s1600/156644_181224058560621_129255280424166_685026_5824425_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQpdhGyGAXI/AAAAAAAAANE/-kjI23HqenI/s320/156644_181224058560621_129255280424166_685026_5824425_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Foi o que fiz, é o que faço todos os dias. Grito por dentro. Gritar faz-me bem, é como chorar, alivia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-4607105000469580701?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4607105000469580701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=4607105000469580701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4607105000469580701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4607105000469580701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/7-dia-g-gritar.html' title='7º dia- G - Gritar'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQpdhGyGAXI/AAAAAAAAANE/-kjI23HqenI/s72-c/156644_181224058560621_129255280424166_685026_5824425_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-5966733716442737371</id><published>2010-12-10T18:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-16T18:37:27.950Z</updated><title type='text'>6º dia - F - Falhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQpcT_5GpdI/AAAAAAAAANA/cidvTt2dreQ/s1600/65442_181223535227340_129255280424166_684983_6124867_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQpcT_5GpdI/AAAAAAAAANA/cidvTt2dreQ/s320/65442_181223535227340_129255280424166_684983_6124867_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Falho muitas vezes tal como tu, tal como nós, mas posso apontar-te o dedo porque eu assumo quando falho, e sei o que devo fazer quanto a redimir-me ás pessoas com as quais falhei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-5966733716442737371?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5966733716442737371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=5966733716442737371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5966733716442737371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5966733716442737371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/6-dia-f-falhar.html' title='6º dia - F - Falhar'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQpcT_5GpdI/AAAAAAAAANA/cidvTt2dreQ/s72-c/65442_181223535227340_129255280424166_684983_6124867_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-5113198361093912676</id><published>2010-12-09T20:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-09T21:01:36.672Z</updated><title type='text'>5º Dia- E- Esquecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQE2Mq8ea3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/FTApo2kZrsg/s1600/73228_170603189622708_129255280424166_602610_362730_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQE2Mq8ea3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/FTApo2kZrsg/s320/73228_170603189622708_129255280424166_602610_362730_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou muito boazinha e bla bla bla,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;perdôo&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;muita coisa, mas esquecer? N-U-N-C-A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-5113198361093912676?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5113198361093912676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=5113198361093912676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5113198361093912676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5113198361093912676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/5-dia-e-esquecer.html' title='5º Dia- E- Esquecer'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQE2Mq8ea3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/FTApo2kZrsg/s72-c/73228_170603189622708_129255280424166_602610_362730_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-1352225973591778046</id><published>2010-12-08T22:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:26:02.457Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQAFbNt-_MI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RXM_nFHm9eE/s1600/75647_177261878956839_129255280424166_652436_2179475_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQAFbNt-_MI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RXM_nFHm9eE/s320/75647_177261878956839_129255280424166_652436_2179475_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de te sussurrar ao ouvido, que me envolvesses nos teus&amp;nbsp;braços&amp;nbsp;e me pedisses para ficar. Gostava de ter ouvido um " és a melhor coisa que me aconteceu".&amp;nbsp;Gostava&amp;nbsp;que um dia, só por um segundo acreditasses que era para sempre, mesmo sabendo que nada dura para sempre. Gostava de ter vivido tudo o que não vivi contigo. Gostava que fosses quem pensava seres. Gostava do que fingias. Gostava, gostava, gostava, um&amp;nbsp;pretérito&amp;nbsp;imperfeito, de que nada me vale. Odeio os teus olhares. Odeio as tuas palavras. Odeio o teu sorriso. Odeio a tua parvalheira. Odeio a tua perfeição. Odeio o teu passado e ter feito parte dele. Odeio o teu futuro mesmo sem o conhecer. Odeio o que me fazes sentir. Odeio quem és. Presente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-1352225973591778046?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1352225973591778046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=1352225973591778046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/1352225973591778046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/1352225973591778046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/gostava-de-te-sussurrar-ao-ouvido-que.html' title=''/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQAFbNt-_MI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RXM_nFHm9eE/s72-c/75647_177261878956839_129255280424166_652436_2179475_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-8158497884679219420</id><published>2010-12-08T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-09T20:02:10.890Z</updated><title type='text'>4º dia - D -Dormir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQE1do3kpCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VcQu6sLONCE/s1600/155009_180131868669840_129255280424166_676375_8028123_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQE1do3kpCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VcQu6sLONCE/s320/155009_180131868669840_129255280424166_676375_8028123_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ai, é a melhor coisa do mundo *.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-8158497884679219420?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8158497884679219420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=8158497884679219420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8158497884679219420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8158497884679219420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-dia-d-dormir.html' title='4º dia - D -Dormir'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TQE1do3kpCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VcQu6sLONCE/s72-c/155009_180131868669840_129255280424166_676375_8028123_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-3913889242717135278</id><published>2010-12-07T19:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:18:54.959Z</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TP6IRlVeIhI/AAAAAAAAAME/GgMFToOpe78/s1600/74161_174105322605828_129255280424166_627419_8376635_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TP6IRlVeIhI/AAAAAAAAAME/GgMFToOpe78/s320/74161_174105322605828_129255280424166_627419_8376635_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não sou perfeita, nem de longe o tenciono ser. As pessoas perfeitas são chatas, são&amp;nbsp;monótonas. Gosto de descobrir cada&amp;nbsp;imperfeição&amp;nbsp;nas pessoas. Gosto de lhes tirar a mascara. Sim eu A-D-O-R-O&amp;nbsp;imperfeições, por isso é que ando sempre com o&amp;nbsp;coração&amp;nbsp;apertadinho apertadinho. As pessoas imperfeitas são as ditas "preferidas". Salivo para as ver cair e quando todos lhes apontam o dedo, adoro estar lá e dizer ao ouvido " eu sabia que tu eras assim" Ninguém percebe esta minha mania pela&amp;nbsp;imperfeição, mas para mim&amp;nbsp;imperfeição&amp;nbsp;é sinónimo de perfeição, entendem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-3913889242717135278?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3913889242717135278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=3913889242717135278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3913889242717135278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3913889242717135278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_07.html' title='.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TP6IRlVeIhI/AAAAAAAAAME/GgMFToOpe78/s72-c/74161_174105322605828_129255280424166_627419_8376635_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-3018939693215706099</id><published>2010-12-07T19:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:09:01.643Z</updated><title type='text'>Questionário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 600px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Adoro estas coisinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 600px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="position: relative; width: 600px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;01 - Que horas são agora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;18.54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;02 - Nome completo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;03 - Quantas velas puseste no teu último bolo de anos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;catorze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;04 - Tatuagens?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;não tenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;05 - Piercings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;orelha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;06 - Já foste a África?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;07 - Já ficaste bêbeda?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;já.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;08 - Já choraste por alguém?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;09 - Peixe ou carne?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;peixe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;10 - Praia ou campo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;11 - Cerveja ou champanhe?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;cerveja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;12 - Meio cheio ou meio vazio?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;todo cheio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;13 - Música preferida?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Society- Eddie Vedder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;14 - Filme preferido?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Juntos ao Luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;15 - CD preferido? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;Todos Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;16 - Flores preferidas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;não gosto de flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;17 - Vícios e manias?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;roupa, telemóvel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;18 - Quem é o teu amigo que vive mais longe de ti?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;tantos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;19 - Melhor Amigo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;20 - Pessoa a quem mandas mais mensagens?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;melhor amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;21 - Mulher bonita?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;22 - Homem bonito?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gerard Butler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;23 - O pior sentimento do mundo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;culpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;24 - O melhor sentimento do mundo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;25 - O que é que mais detestas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;falsidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;26 - Qual é o teu primeiro pensamento ao acordar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Só mais 5 minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;27 - Uma coisa que nunca tiras?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;uma pulseira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;28 - O que é que tens debaixo da cama?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;pó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;29 - Quais os três sites que abres sempre que ligas o computador?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;facebook, o meu blog, e outro blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;30 - Uma frase:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;são tantas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;31 - Que livro é que estás a ler?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alma de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Pássaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;32 - Saudades:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;33 - Um hobbie:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;34 - O que tens na tua mala?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;oculos, carteira,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;telemóvel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;, maquilhagem,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;pastilhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;, comprimidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #666666; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;35 - Deixas o telefone tocar muito ou pouco, antes de atenderes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-3018939693215706099?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3018939693215706099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=3018939693215706099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3018939693215706099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3018939693215706099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/questionario-2.html' title='Questionário'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-2204100649062903589</id><published>2010-12-06T19:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-09T20:01:37.984Z</updated><title type='text'>3º dia- C -Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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São poucas as pessoas que o sabem. Ajuda-me a pensar, faz-me entrar naquele mundinho só meu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-2204100649062903589?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2204100649062903589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=2204100649062903589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/2204100649062903589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/2204100649062903589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/3-dia-c-chuva.html' title='3º dia- C -Chuva'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TP6OhogZfxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/yL8r-IfvHxY/s72-c/75177_175331782483182_129255280424166_637181_266565_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-6338321502779363437</id><published>2010-12-06T18:40:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:02:30.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Desafio das 50 perguntas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-header" style="line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 1010px;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;1. No que é que te guias quando escreves os teus textos? Nos poucos textos que escrevo, sigo-me pela minha vida, letras&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;de musicas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;frases de escritores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;2. Qual é a coisa pela qual mais lutas no teu dia a dia para superar/realizar? Ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;3. Como te defines em pessoa? Demasiado fria umas vezes, demasiado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;sensível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;noutras e demasiado racional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;4. Qual é o teu maior ponto fraco? Neste momento, ele --'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;5. Qual é o teu grande sonho? Ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;6. Qual é o teu maior medo? Morrer sem aproveitar tudo o que tenho a aproveitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;7. O que são memórias para ti? São algo que adoro ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;8. O que é o blog para ti? Contar as minhas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;peripécias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a mais&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;9. Desistes facilmente? Eu nunca desisto só mudo de ideias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;10. O que é um sorriso? Algo que me diz muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;11. O que é a felicidade? É&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;fantástico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;12. O que é escrever? É sentir-me mais leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;13. O que é que nunca perdoarias que te fizessem? Se me derem boas razões, eu perdoou sempre&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;14. Acreditas no para sempre? Não, nem quero acreditar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;15. Há amor que dure eternamente? Acredito, vivamente que não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;16. O que é a música? Terapia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;17. O que é um livro? Algo que adoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;18. Mudavas alguma coisa em ti? Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;19. Gostavas de ser perfeita? Não, pessoas perfeitas não têm piada. Gosto de descobrir cada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;imperfeição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;, em cada pessoa, é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;o que me fascina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;20. Gostavas de ter uma vida perfeita? As "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;imperfeições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;" tornam-nos mais fortes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;21. Gostavas de namorar com o rapaz perfeito? Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;22. Pessoa que mais admiras? Avó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;23. Pessoa que mais amas? Família e amigos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;24. Pessoa que mais detestas? Não "detesto"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;25. Pessoa que tens mais saudades? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;26. Pessoa que mais querias perto de ti a toda a hora? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;27. Pessoa que querias mais presente? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;28. Pessoa que mais te tem ajudado nos últimos tempos? A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;29. Pessoa que mais te deveria ter ajudado e não ajudou? B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;30. Blogs preferidos? Muitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;31. Em que disciplina és melhor? Inglês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;32. Disciplina que mais gostas? Inglês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;33. Que número calças? 38.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;34. Desporto favorito? Natação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;35. Gostas de dançar? Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;36. Abraços, beijinhos ou sorrisos? Os 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;37. Cor favorita? Branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;38. Livro(s) favorito(s)? Alma de Pássaro - Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;39. Clube de futebol? De quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;40. Gostas de chocolate? A-M-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;41. O que é a desilusão?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;algo que me deixa, mal, muito mal. Quer dizer que depositei a minha confiança em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a merecia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;42. O que é a saudade?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;algo que tenho o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;privilegio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de sentir muito poucas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;43. Pior dia da tua vida? .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;44. Se pudesses escolher um poder, qual seria? Saber o que as pessoas pensam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;45. Porque te preocupas tanto com os outros? Porque&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;se preocupam comigo, ora essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;46. Que foi a maior desilusão da tua vida? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;47. O teu maior segredo? Não tenho segredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;48. O teu coração é difícil ou fácil de conquistar? Hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;49. Consideras-te uma pessoa forte ou frágil? Fora muito forte, por dentro fragilissima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;50. Frase de vida?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Ser feliz sem motivo é a mais autêntica forma de felicidade-Carlos Drummond de Andrade. Uma das muitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-6338321502779363437?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6338321502779363437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=6338321502779363437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6338321502779363437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6338321502779363437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/desafio-das-50-perguntas.html' title='Desafio das 50 perguntas'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-4692548485746781247</id><published>2010-12-05T19:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-05T19:01:29.053Z</updated><title type='text'>2º dia- B - Bipolariedade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPvhg8smzhI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VgqJLruwkNA/s1600/39570_171985852817775_129255280424166_614247_1419029_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPvhg8smzhI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VgqJLruwkNA/s320/39570_171985852817775_129255280424166_614247_1419029_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não sou bipolar. Mas ás vezes parece é que sou tripolar. Mudo de humor e de ideias tão depressa que nem eu mesma percebo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-4692548485746781247?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4692548485746781247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=4692548485746781247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4692548485746781247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4692548485746781247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/2-dia-b-bipolariedade.html' title='2º dia- B - Bipolariedade'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPvhg8smzhI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VgqJLruwkNA/s72-c/39570_171985852817775_129255280424166_614247_1419029_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-1927887983456545059</id><published>2010-12-04T23:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:11:00.280Z</updated><title type='text'>1º Dia- A - Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPrKP7VItaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ve_KdC2h1zE/s1600/149991_177261528956874_129255280424166_652405_137446_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPrKP7VItaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ve_KdC2h1zE/s320/149991_177261528956874_129255280424166_652405_137446_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito nisso. Não. Não neste momento. Talvez voltarei a acreditar. Talvez. Estou a falar claro de amor por aquela&amp;nbsp;espécie&amp;nbsp;que deveria estar em via de&amp;nbsp;extinção,&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;conhecida por "homens". A minha&amp;nbsp;família&amp;nbsp;e "elas" é um amor diferente. Não o&amp;nbsp;comparo&amp;nbsp;com outro amor. Sinto que este nunca irá ser despedaçado, apesar de mentiras, mal entendidos, maus&amp;nbsp;momentos&amp;nbsp;que acontecem, vão estar lá sempre para me apoiar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-1927887983456545059?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1927887983456545059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=1927887983456545059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/1927887983456545059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/1927887983456545059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/amor.html' title='1º Dia- A - Amor'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPrKP7VItaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ve_KdC2h1zE/s72-c/149991_177261528956874_129255280424166_652405_137446_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-6139146039854775735</id><published>2010-12-04T23:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:04:05.767Z</updated><title type='text'>1 dia. 1 letra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As regras são:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;1. Por cada dia que passar, postar uma letra do abecedário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;2. Para cada letra, identificar o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;3. Para cada letra, arranjar uma expressão, palavra... que descreva ou diga algo sobre nós próprios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;4. Em cada post, mediante a letra referida, colocar uma imagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-6139146039854775735?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6139146039854775735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=6139146039854775735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6139146039854775735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6139146039854775735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/1-dia-1-letra.html' title='1 dia. 1 letra'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-8257924434557769901</id><published>2010-12-04T13:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-04T13:26:36.231Z</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPpBfY3jlHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LP2cagE5vmc/s1600/tumblr_lcu2a8YP131qc6geoo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPpBfY3jlHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LP2cagE5vmc/s320/tumblr_lcu2a8YP131qc6geoo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-8257924434557769901?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8257924434557769901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=8257924434557769901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8257924434557769901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8257924434557769901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_04.html' title='.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPpBfY3jlHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LP2cagE5vmc/s72-c/tumblr_lcu2a8YP131qc6geoo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-5446432841309032389</id><published>2010-12-03T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:18:14.405Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPlQcOx-wgI/AAAAAAAAALo/68digTimSkA/s1600/154834_175332542483106_129255280424166_637258_4119026_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPlQcOx-wgI/AAAAAAAAALo/68digTimSkA/s320/154834_175332542483106_129255280424166_637258_4119026_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gostava do que pensava seres. Agora, xô, xô, pessoas como tu, longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-5446432841309032389?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5446432841309032389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=5446432841309032389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5446432841309032389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5446432841309032389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/gostava-do-que-pensava-seres.html' title=''/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPlQcOx-wgI/AAAAAAAAALo/68digTimSkA/s72-c/154834_175332542483106_129255280424166_637258_4119026_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-8112620891481280107</id><published>2010-12-02T13:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-04T13:41:19.126Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPpE8ZBtJUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/biVDAk0T4Mg/s1600/40872_168143743201986_129255280424166_581613_1269415_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPpE8ZBtJUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/biVDAk0T4Mg/s320/40872_168143743201986_129255280424166_581613_1269415_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As pessoas sabem de mim apenas o que resolvo mostrar-lhes. Elas pensam que sabem de tudo, mas verdade não sabem de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-8112620891481280107?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8112620891481280107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=8112620891481280107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8112620891481280107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8112620891481280107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-pessoas-sabem-de-mim-apenas-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPpE8ZBtJUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/biVDAk0T4Mg/s72-c/40872_168143743201986_129255280424166_581613_1269415_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-807328400501300466</id><published>2010-12-01T15:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:13:34.638Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>I love it*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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O que te faz mais feliz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPYqJe3IEnI/AAAAAAAAALM/aYWYsC2Syl0/s1600/34489_140824709267223_129255280424166_387842_4600521_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPYqJe3IEnI/AAAAAAAAALM/aYWYsC2Syl0/s320/34489_140824709267223_129255280424166_387842_4600521_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente, sou uma pessoa ao qual a felicidade é o seu grande objectivo de vida.&lt;br /&gt;As mais pequenas coisas tornam-me uma pessoa feliz. Mas posso dizer que o que mais me faz feliz, é a&amp;nbsp;sinceridade. É conseguir que ver&amp;nbsp;através&amp;nbsp;dos olhos das pessoas que mais gosto sinceridade. Ai, que&amp;nbsp;poética&amp;nbsp;que eu ando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-5621826393635430323?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5621826393635430323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=5621826393635430323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5621826393635430323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5621826393635430323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/dia-29-o-que-te-faz-mais-feliz.html' title='Dia 29. O que te faz mais feliz.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPYqJe3IEnI/AAAAAAAAALM/aYWYsC2Syl0/s72-c/34489_140824709267223_129255280424166_387842_4600521_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-4520158456417555162</id><published>2010-11-28T12:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:27:20.685Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJHsk8q9YI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SlEfkeepX_4/s1600/149155_177261555623538_129255280424166_652407_714554_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJHsk8q9YI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SlEfkeepX_4/s320/149155_177261555623538_129255280424166_652407_714554_n.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Olá tarde de estudo -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-4520158456417555162?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4520158456417555162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=4520158456417555162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4520158456417555162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4520158456417555162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/ola-tarde-de-estudo.html' title=''/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJHsk8q9YI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SlEfkeepX_4/s72-c/149155_177261555623538_129255280424166_652407_714554_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-8531896161453115997</id><published>2010-11-28T10:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:52:30.343Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 28. O que valorizas mais num blog; indicar um dos teus blogs preferidos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPYooFeNToI/AAAAAAAAALI/C8b-JovNkjk/s1600/29153_131753846840976_129255280424166_337315_70432_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPYooFeNToI/AAAAAAAAALI/C8b-JovNkjk/s320/29153_131753846840976_129255280424166_337315_70432_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num blog valorizo&amp;nbsp;variadíssimas&amp;nbsp;coisas. Tais como criatividade, musica, imagens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ruteritarp.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ruteritarp.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-8531896161453115997?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8531896161453115997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=8531896161453115997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8531896161453115997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8531896161453115997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/dia-28-o-que-valorizas-mais-num-blog.html' title='Dia 28. O que valorizas mais num blog; indicar um dos teus blogs preferidos.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPYooFeNToI/AAAAAAAAALI/C8b-JovNkjk/s72-c/29153_131753846840976_129255280424166_337315_70432_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-5059412675861764064</id><published>2010-11-27T19:55:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-11-27T23:07:48.866Z</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPGPBD2T08I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zdPybx0C0I8/s1600/149508_175331619149865_129255280424166_637167_1064342_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPGPBD2T08I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zdPybx0C0I8/s320/149508_175331619149865_129255280424166_637167_1064342_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Transforma esse medo em coragem, abre o coração e deita as chaves fora para nunca mais o voltares a trancar, volta a sorrir e ganha um brilho nos olhos. Vais ver como a pouco e pouco voltas a transformar o pequeno em grande."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-5059412675861764064?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5059412675861764064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=5059412675861764064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5059412675861764064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5059412675861764064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/desafio_27.html' title='.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPGPBD2T08I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zdPybx0C0I8/s72-c/149508_175331619149865_129255280424166_637167_1064342_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-44042626366892004</id><published>2010-11-27T10:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:49:37.541Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 27. O pior dia da tua vida e porquê.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPYoIHQq50I/AAAAAAAAALE/ul8OYTpki38/s1600/31053_129540037062357_129255280424166_323483_6202513_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPYoIHQq50I/AAAAAAAAALE/ul8OYTpki38/s320/31053_129540037062357_129255280424166_323483_6202513_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29-10-09&lt;br /&gt;A "carta" explica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-44042626366892004?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/44042626366892004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=44042626366892004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/44042626366892004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/44042626366892004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/dia-27-o-pior-dia-da-tua-vida-e-porque.html' title='Dia 27. O pior dia da tua vida e porquê.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPYoIHQq50I/AAAAAAAAALE/ul8OYTpki38/s72-c/31053_129540037062357_129255280424166_323483_6202513_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-5191974607346116988</id><published>2010-11-26T19:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-27T12:11:01.835Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPAP9elPLAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0d8TooP-vkQ/s1600/148694_175333575816336_129255280424166_637363_2364046_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPAP9elPLAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0d8TooP-vkQ/s320/148694_175333575816336_129255280424166_637363_2364046_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sim, que&amp;nbsp;ódio, que raiva. Juro, mas juro mesmo que nunca senti isto por&amp;nbsp;ninguém. Como tudo, passaste de bestial, a besta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-5191974607346116988?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5191974607346116988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=5191974607346116988&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5191974607346116988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5191974607346116988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/si-que-que-raiva.html' title=''/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPAP9elPLAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0d8TooP-vkQ/s72-c/148694_175333575816336_129255280424166_637363_2364046_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-7915970927164842897</id><published>2010-11-26T18:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:33:05.342Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 26. O melhor dia da tua vida e porquê.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPVDKTkhyuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/FN7fBHOLLCc/s1600/156056_178085048874522_129255280424166_659300_2209720_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPVDKTkhyuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/FN7fBHOLLCc/s320/156056_178085048874522_129255280424166_659300_2209720_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não&amp;nbsp;tenho&amp;nbsp;um melhor dia. Os meus dias sempre recheados de bons e maus momentos. Logo não há um melhor dia, em média, são todos bastante bons... Mas quando eu tiver um melhor dia, eu vou posto logo aqui. Está bem? Tranquilo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-7915970927164842897?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7915970927164842897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=7915970927164842897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/7915970927164842897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/7915970927164842897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-26-o-melhor-dia-da-tua-vida-e.html' title='Dia 26. O melhor dia da tua vida e porquê.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPVDKTkhyuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/FN7fBHOLLCc/s72-c/156056_178085048874522_129255280424166_659300_2209720_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-2965315330788872251</id><published>2010-11-25T18:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:26:49.918Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 25. Um sonho ainda por realizar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPVB13TGAlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/490fikydw3E/s1600/nova-york-helpbar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPVB13TGAlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/490fikydw3E/s320/nova-york-helpbar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer Nova Iorque. Em breve, em breve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-2965315330788872251?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2965315330788872251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=2965315330788872251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/2965315330788872251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/2965315330788872251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-25-um-sonho-ainda-por-realizar_25.html' title='Dia 25. Um sonho ainda por realizar.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPVB13TGAlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/490fikydw3E/s72-c/nova-york-helpbar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-8642003211283755188</id><published>2010-11-24T18:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:23:54.542Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 24. Uma experiência que tenha mudado a tua vida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPVBJHnlvtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Y_pTcYUcunE/s1600/33749_166737820009245_129255280424166_570853_4068664_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPVBJHnlvtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Y_pTcYUcunE/s320/33749_166737820009245_129255280424166_570853_4068664_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não houve nenhum acontecimento que mudasse a minha vida. Que mudasse as minhas atitudes? Imensos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-8642003211283755188?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8642003211283755188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=8642003211283755188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8642003211283755188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8642003211283755188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-24-uma-experiencia-que-tenha-mudado.html' title='Dia 24. Uma experiência que tenha mudado a tua vida.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPVBJHnlvtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Y_pTcYUcunE/s72-c/33749_166737820009245_129255280424166_570853_4068664_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-8613591231975763469</id><published>2010-11-23T18:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:21:51.132Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 23. Uma carta escrita por ti, para um destinatário à escolha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPVArUxJb6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/w9WZTMFvJmM/s1600/155803_175331655816528_129255280424166_637170_3943959_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPVArUxJb6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/w9WZTMFvJmM/s320/155803_175331655816528_129255280424166_637170_3943959_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Foste embora. Foste cedo demais, eu acho. Ninguém&amp;nbsp;me viu chorar, mas por dentro devia ter sido a pessoa que mais sofri. Fazes cá falta. Apesar de não fazeres&amp;nbsp;parte&amp;nbsp;do dia-a-dia, tenho sentido saudades. Tenho medo que as memorias&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;tenho tuas se comecem a escassear e um dia só consigo fazer a&amp;nbsp;pergunta: Lembraste da ...? Não, não quero que aconteça. Com certeza que não vai acontecer. Só te podia puder entregar esta carta em mão.&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Para sempre tia ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-8613591231975763469?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8613591231975763469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=8613591231975763469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8613591231975763469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8613591231975763469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-23-uma-carta-escrita-por-ti-para-um.html' title='Dia 23. Uma carta escrita por ti, para um destinatário à escolha.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPVArUxJb6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/w9WZTMFvJmM/s72-c/155803_175331655816528_129255280424166_637170_3943959_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-1499955705460262917</id><published>2010-11-22T12:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:56:56.639Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 22. Uma memória que te tenha marcado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJRZZ3pcOI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lc2jEM3ZeXY/s1600/34182_142506352432392_129255280424166_397760_6107194_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJRZZ3pcOI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lc2jEM3ZeXY/s320/34182_142506352432392_129255280424166_397760_6107194_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"És demais. És a pessoa mais&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;de compreender que eu já conheci. Dás-me um nó cerebral."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tenho muitas outras memorias que me marcaram e esta de todo não é a mais importante, mas soube tão bem ouvir isto. Adoro dar nós cerebrais nas pessoas. Adoro, adoro, adoro*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-1499955705460262917?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1499955705460262917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=1499955705460262917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/1499955705460262917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/1499955705460262917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-22-uma-memoria-que-te-tenha-marcado.html' title='Dia 22. Uma memória que te tenha marcado.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJRZZ3pcOI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lc2jEM3ZeXY/s72-c/34182_142506352432392_129255280424166_397760_6107194_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-6600727431880754240</id><published>2010-11-21T12:47:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:50:24.953Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 21. Um texto que tenhas escrito há algum tempo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJQC9b-_TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8Ux9g7zvjG0/s1600/75126_175333172483043_129255280424166_637319_2739188_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJQC9b-_TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8Ux9g7zvjG0/s320/75126_175333172483043_129255280424166_637319_2739188_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;20-04-2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Estou com aquela&amp;nbsp;sensação&amp;nbsp;de pessoa mais feliz do mundo. Sinto que nada me abala. Tudo está perfeito. Obrigada, obrigada, obrigada"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é bem um texto, mas tá tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-6600727431880754240?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6600727431880754240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=6600727431880754240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6600727431880754240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6600727431880754240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-21-um-texto-que-tenhas-escrito-ha.html' title='Dia 21. Um texto que tenhas escrito há algum tempo.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJQC9b-_TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8Ux9g7zvjG0/s72-c/75126_175333172483043_129255280424166_637319_2739188_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-7245564007717272413</id><published>2010-11-20T12:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:46:30.806Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 20. Uma paixão secreta (ou nem por isso).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJPFbmw2XI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-X13qV1SeiY/s1600/76585_177262008956826_129255280424166_652448_1026246_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJPFbmw2XI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-X13qV1SeiY/s320/76585_177262008956826_129255280424166_652448_1026246_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É secreta, se a dissesse deixaria de o ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-7245564007717272413?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7245564007717272413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=7245564007717272413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/7245564007717272413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/7245564007717272413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-20-uma-paixao-secreta-ou-nem-por.html' title='Dia 20. Uma paixão secreta (ou nem por isso).'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJPFbmw2XI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-X13qV1SeiY/s72-c/76585_177262008956826_129255280424166_652448_1026246_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-4302455245481034284</id><published>2010-11-19T12:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:42:50.460Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 19. Uma colecção que faças (ou que gostarias de fazer).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJOMNpY6YI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ke0_7k9VSr8/s1600/45226_154307121252315_129255280424166_484432_6038763_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJOMNpY6YI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ke0_7k9VSr8/s1600/45226_154307121252315_129255280424166_484432_6038763_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faço&amp;nbsp;colecção&amp;nbsp;de pacotes de&amp;nbsp;açúcar&amp;nbsp;e adoraria fazer de sapatos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-4302455245481034284?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4302455245481034284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=4302455245481034284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4302455245481034284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4302455245481034284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-19-uma-coleccao-que-facas-ou-que.html' title='Dia 19. Uma colecção que faças (ou que gostarias de fazer).'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJOMNpY6YI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ke0_7k9VSr8/s72-c/45226_154307121252315_129255280424166_484432_6038763_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-6410262008646066608</id><published>2010-11-17T12:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:40:27.818Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 18. Um site que visites regularmente e outro que tenhas perdido o interesse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJNnAypOCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/tm2RuhTPrhU/s1600/28803_133070510042643_129255280424166_344257_3699480_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJNnAypOCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/tm2RuhTPrhU/s320/28803_133070510042643_129255280424166_344257_3699480_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Um site que visites regularmente:&amp;nbsp;Meteorologia&amp;nbsp;AHAH&lt;br /&gt;Que tenhas perdido o interesse: Secret Story&lt;br /&gt;Tá tudo*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-6410262008646066608?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6410262008646066608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=6410262008646066608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6410262008646066608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6410262008646066608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-18-um-site-que-visites-regularmente.html' title='Dia 18. Um site que visites regularmente e outro que tenhas perdido o interesse.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJNnAypOCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/tm2RuhTPrhU/s72-c/28803_133070510042643_129255280424166_344257_3699480_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-3287103200234720374</id><published>2010-11-15T12:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:37:43.424Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 17. Uma citação que gostes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJNAHFITFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ofI1iR5ICJ8/s1600/tumblr_lbmhwpAGKs1qeeqaho1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJNAHFITFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ofI1iR5ICJ8/s320/tumblr_lbmhwpAGKs1qeeqaho1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"A vida só se dá para quem se deu." (Vinicius de Moraes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi a primeira que me ocorreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-3287103200234720374?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3287103200234720374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=3287103200234720374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3287103200234720374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3287103200234720374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-17-uma-citacao-que-gostes.html' title='Dia 17. Uma citação que gostes.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJNAHFITFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ofI1iR5ICJ8/s72-c/tumblr_lbmhwpAGKs1qeeqaho1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-5414989405726355345</id><published>2010-11-14T12:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:34:40.296Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 16. Uma descoberta científica ou histórica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJL9cK5DMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/EVrKpsE95mw/s1600/7559481_mitDm.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJL9cK5DMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/EVrKpsE95mw/s320/7559481_mitDm.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A maquina&amp;nbsp;fotográfica, sem duvida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-5414989405726355345?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5414989405726355345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=5414989405726355345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5414989405726355345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/5414989405726355345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-16-uma-descoberta-cientifica-ou.html' title='Dia 16. Uma descoberta científica ou histórica'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJL9cK5DMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/EVrKpsE95mw/s72-c/7559481_mitDm.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-4533301493156623848</id><published>2010-11-13T20:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:34:34.876Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TOk74-KjpII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HIFs4QDWDeg/s1600/0358%255B1%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TOk74-KjpII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HIFs4QDWDeg/s320/0358%255B1%255D.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="30" width="30"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zNKvrxVgfns?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&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/zNKvrxVgfns?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="30"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"When you want more than you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;You think you need...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;And when you think more than you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Your thoughts begin to bleed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I think I need to find a bigger place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Because when you have more than you think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You need more space"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Society-Eddie Vedder&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-4533301493156623848?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4533301493156623848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=4533301493156623848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4533301493156623848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4533301493156623848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-think-you-need.html' title=''/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TOk74-KjpII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HIFs4QDWDeg/s72-c/0358%255B1%255D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-2696489008118337543</id><published>2010-11-12T23:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:31:07.177Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 15. Uma imagem/fotografia que signifique algo para ti.</title><content type='html'>Tenho uma, mas não a vou por aqui. É pessoal. Tá tudo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-2696489008118337543?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2696489008118337543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=2696489008118337543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/2696489008118337543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/2696489008118337543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-15-uma-imagemfotografia-que.html' title='Dia 15. Uma imagem/fotografia que signifique algo para ti.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-6762413620586183642</id><published>2010-11-11T23:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:30:15.099Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 14. Um local que te transmita paz de espírito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPGSkrTO0nI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zQuXJx9_-5M/s1600/tumblr_l5ys83EV7w1qb9er0o1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPGSkrTO0nI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zQuXJx9_-5M/s320/tumblr_l5ys83EV7w1qb9er0o1_500_large.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Praia deserta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-6762413620586183642?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6762413620586183642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=6762413620586183642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6762413620586183642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6762413620586183642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-14-um-local-que-te-transmita-paz-de_12.html' title='Dia 14. Um local que te transmita paz de espírito.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPGSkrTO0nI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zQuXJx9_-5M/s72-c/tumblr_l5ys83EV7w1qb9er0o1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-8427946336340008737</id><published>2010-11-11T20:21:00.025Z</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:36:25.877Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TNxk_odP01I/AAAAAAAAAGc/VpvK2p7dPJw/s1600/summer_goodbye_by_nerysoul-d2xoj9q.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TNxk_odP01I/AAAAAAAAAGc/VpvK2p7dPJw/s1600/summer_goodbye_by_nerysoul-d2xoj9q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ando numa busca desesperada por mim mesma. Ausentei-me de mim &amp;nbsp;e agora não faço a mínima ideia do que fazer. Procuro-me, tento encontrar-me por detrás&amp;nbsp;da máscara, mas não consigo. De um momento para o outro as certezas todas de quem era, do que queria e do que tinha&amp;nbsp;desvaneceram-se. Vivo agarrada a&amp;nbsp;ilusões. Sinto que me estou a apagar, cada vez mais, um dia tal como eu&amp;nbsp;própria&amp;nbsp;me esqueci de quem sou já&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;me conhece,&amp;nbsp;também. Começo a viver agarrada ao passado, o presente a passar-me ao lado, e o futuro começa a assustar-me. Eu sei que não era assim.&amp;nbsp;Já não tenho a confiança que tinha e só me apetece fugir. É uma fase negra, muito negra, mas como tudo, vai passar. E espero&amp;nbsp;ansiosamente&amp;nbsp;que tudo isto mude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-8427946336340008737?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8427946336340008737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=8427946336340008737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8427946336340008737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8427946336340008737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/ando-numa-busca-desesperada-por-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TNxk_odP01I/AAAAAAAAAGc/VpvK2p7dPJw/s72-c/summer_goodbye_by_nerysoul-d2xoj9q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-8424479586736890421</id><published>2010-11-10T23:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:29:29.019Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 13. Algo sem o qual não conseguirias viver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJLEEg1mNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ndnuked0t18/s1600/29153_131740923508935_129255280424166_337232_1920088_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJLEEg1mNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ndnuked0t18/s320/29153_131740923508935_129255280424166_337232_1920088_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Família, elas, chocolate e computador.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-8424479586736890421?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8424479586736890421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=8424479586736890421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8424479586736890421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8424479586736890421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-13-algo-sem-o-qual-nao-conseguirias_28.html' title='Dia 13. Algo sem o qual não conseguirias viver.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPJLEEg1mNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ndnuked0t18/s72-c/29153_131740923508935_129255280424166_337232_1920088_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-2270343221485397874</id><published>2010-11-08T10:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:25:24.032Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 12. Algo que te deixe sem palavras.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPGOR2_qJCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/caZ_NMCJYB8/s1600/73796_175332935816400_129255280424166_637298_7833252_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPGOR2_qJCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/caZ_NMCJYB8/s320/73796_175332935816400_129255280424166_637298_7833252_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;estupidez, cobardia, parcialidade, frieza,&amp;nbsp;insensatez e "lata" de certas pessoas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-2270343221485397874?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2270343221485397874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=2270343221485397874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/2270343221485397874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/2270343221485397874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-10-algo-que-te-orgulha.html' title='Dia 12. 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Algo que gostavas de saber/aprender. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFzxyT2EyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bnV0bw7Ux2k/s1600/tumblr_lafsmy3g0M1qcl1vfo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFzxyT2EyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bnV0bw7Ux2k/s320/tumblr_lafsmy3g0M1qcl1vfo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostava de saber tocar algumas musicas na guitarra que não sei. Gostava de aprender a lidar com ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-6187899667268104157?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6187899667268104157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=6187899667268104157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6187899667268104157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6187899667268104157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-11-algo-que-gostavas-de.html' title='Dia 11. Algo que gostavas de saber/aprender. .'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFzxyT2EyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bnV0bw7Ux2k/s72-c/tumblr_lafsmy3g0M1qcl1vfo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-6337767880335083316</id><published>2010-11-05T22:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:23:19.603Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 10 - Algo que te orgulha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFyA884LHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KZzDfb7b0ZM/s1600/31053_129509850398709_129255280424166_323266_5717890_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFyA884LHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KZzDfb7b0ZM/s320/31053_129509850398709_129255280424166_323266_5717890_n.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orgulha-me não te ter sido indiferente. Orgulha-me estar sempre com o meu melhor sorriso quando passo por ti. Orgulha-me começar a esquecer-te. Orgulham-me elas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-6337767880335083316?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6337767880335083316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=6337767880335083316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6337767880335083316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/6337767880335083316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/tu-nao-tens-que-fazes-pois-nao-pois-eu.html' title='Dia 10 - Algo que te orgulha.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFyA884LHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KZzDfb7b0ZM/s72-c/31053_129509850398709_129255280424166_323266_5717890_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-7445546423837279286</id><published>2010-11-05T19:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:22:49.898Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 9 - Algo que te irrita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFwsySbX3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/_FWkMXp60Ac/s1600/74497_174105979272429_129255280424166_627462_5174211_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFwsySbX3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/_FWkMXp60Ac/s320/74497_174105979272429_129255280424166_627462_5174211_n.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Irrita-me não ter descoberto logo desde inicio quem eras realmente. Irrita-me ainda mais que não saibas quem realmente sou. É tudo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-7445546423837279286?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7445546423837279286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=7445546423837279286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/7445546423837279286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/7445546423837279286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/ando-muito-melodramatica.html' title='Dia 9 - Algo que te irrita'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFwsySbX3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/_FWkMXp60Ac/s72-c/74497_174105979272429_129255280424166_627462_5174211_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-4765186997922053003</id><published>2010-11-04T21:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:22:07.275Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 8 - A situação mais embaraçosa por que passaste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFrGrZ-xEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/r8OXgXMA6p4/s1600/29153_131728376843523_129255280424166_337212_3046331_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFrGrZ-xEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/r8OXgXMA6p4/s320/29153_131728376843523_129255280424166_337212_3046331_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isto aconteceu à um&amp;nbsp;mês, no&amp;nbsp;máximo. Foi uma queda numa manhã em que ia atrasada para as aulas e cai de uma forma aparatosa, onde rompi as calças, esfolei as&amp;nbsp;mãos, os joelhos e parti o&amp;nbsp;telemóvel. Houve alguns espectadores, e claro a noticia depois espalhou-se. Tenho mais situações&amp;nbsp;embaraçosas, se calhar até mais embaraçosas do que esta. Mas foi a primeira que me ocorreu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-4765186997922053003?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4765186997922053003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=4765186997922053003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4765186997922053003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4765186997922053003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-estao-assentes-as-metas-delineadas.html' title='Dia 8 - A situação mais embaraçosa por que passaste'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFrGrZ-xEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/r8OXgXMA6p4/s72-c/29153_131728376843523_129255280424166_337212_3046331_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-4362758471957075857</id><published>2010-11-03T18:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:20:27.825Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TNGjYg7emLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2WiKv3jcsfU/s1600/peixe-balao-d3e56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TNGjYg7emLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2WiKv3jcsfU/s320/peixe-balao-d3e56.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se não desabafar, rebento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-4362758471957075857?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4362758471957075857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=4362758471957075857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4362758471957075857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/4362758471957075857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/vou-rebentar-senao-desabafar_03.html' title=''/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TNGjYg7emLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2WiKv3jcsfU/s72-c/peixe-balao-d3e56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-8978718560888907727</id><published>2010-11-02T23:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:21:33.129Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 7 - A tua wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ser feliz para o resto da vida&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Não me magoar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Conseguir tocar "More than words" de Extreme na guitarra (sim, eu sei que é&amp;nbsp;fácil)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ter mais seguidores&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ter "aquele" presente de Natal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Comprar outro&amp;nbsp;telemóvel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Comprar um&amp;nbsp;computador&amp;nbsp;portátil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Conhecer Portugal inteiro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ir a Nova Iorque&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ir para a Universidade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Passar ferias com os meus amigos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ter muitos seguidores&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Emagrecer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Esquecê-lo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quero que a franja cresça&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Para o ano não me separar delas/es&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fazer um furo na parte de cima da orelha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Não me apaixonar por mais&amp;nbsp;ninguém&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ter a carta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ter uma loja de roupa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Não chorar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ir ver os Pearl Jam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ir ao SW com elas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Neste momento não me ocorre mais nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-8978718560888907727?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8978718560888907727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=8978718560888907727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8978718560888907727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8978718560888907727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/riscar-tudo-o-que-ja-fez.html' title='Dia 7 - A tua wishlist'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-8597829688412762003</id><published>2010-11-02T15:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:20:59.048Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 6 - O teu talento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFje7xj3nI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FRKXyxdWSFM/s1600/29153_131740933508934_129255280424166_337233_247350_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFje7xj3nI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FRKXyxdWSFM/s320/29153_131740933508934_129255280424166_337233_247350_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não, não tenho disso. Melhor, se tenho ainda não o descobri&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-8597829688412762003?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8597829688412762003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=8597829688412762003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8597829688412762003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/8597829688412762003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/6-dia-cinco-pessoas-que-significam.html' title='Dia 6 - O teu talento.'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFje7xj3nI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FRKXyxdWSFM/s72-c/29153_131740933508934_129255280424166_337233_247350_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-970379357397471049</id><published>2010-11-01T20:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:29:50.668Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não te esqueças que sempre e nunca, são palavras muito fortes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-970379357397471049?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/970379357397471049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=970379357397471049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/970379357397471049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/970379357397471049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/nao-te-esquecas-que-sempre-e-nunca-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285316235494017913.post-3833726935415527281</id><published>2010-11-01T18:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:20:32.114Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><title type='text'>Dia 5 - Os teus ídolos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFi105k6II/AAAAAAAAAJY/147oCO1JkMU/s1600/31053_129262380423456_129255280424166_321762_5949551_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFi105k6II/AAAAAAAAAJY/147oCO1JkMU/s320/31053_129262380423456_129255280424166_321762_5949551_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Avó, mãe, pai, Eddie Vedder e Angelina Jolie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285316235494017913-3833726935415527281?l=tretasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3833726935415527281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285316235494017913&amp;postID=3833726935415527281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3833726935415527281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285316235494017913/posts/default/3833726935415527281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tretasletras.blogspot.com/2010/11/transforma-esse-medo-em-coragem-abre-o.html' title='Dia 5 - Os teus ídolos'/><author><name>SP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10096783244963058648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hEDK_RvEek/TuJIRy4vrEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Vuhek1uH2g0/s220/381149_198558686892210_123615711053175_431076_500584481_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rdCKemS5aI/TPFi105k6II/AAAAAAAAAJY/147oCO1JkMU/s72-c/31053_129262380423456_129255280424166_321762_5949551_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
