<?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-2784193440710871086</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:49:06.883+01:00</updated><category term='Song Poem'/><title type='text'>Life through the glass</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blue dolphin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11009978519870928087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784193440710871086.post-4520586636739134098</id><published>2009-05-21T21:21:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:43:06.864+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A need to be still,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a quest for silence,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't hear me anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too much confusion,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too much ilusion,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the world is spinning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and all I hear is sound.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not the voice of angels,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just the sound of noise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solitude my friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;came and take me home,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where the angels sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in my heart alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk to me again &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in silence I shall hear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and walk my path&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784193440710871086-4520586636739134098?l=lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/feeds/4520586636739134098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2784193440710871086&amp;postID=4520586636739134098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/4520586636739134098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/4520586636739134098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/2009/05/solitude-need-to-be-still-quest-for.html' title=''/><author><name>blue dolphin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11009978519870928087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784193440710871086.post-7366554711884512558</id><published>2008-09-07T20:44:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:01:31.985+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/SMROef4KMWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/L0XE8mDNgUc/s1600-h/book1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243402152026190178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/SMROef4KMWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/L0XE8mDNgUc/s320/book1.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I Really Need To KnowI Learned In Kindergarten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;by Robert Fulghum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from the book:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alll I really need to know I learned in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there in the sandpile at Sunday School. These are the things I learned:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Share everything. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play fair. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't hit people. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put things back where you found them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean up your own mess. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't take things that aren't yours. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash your hands before you eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flush. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a nap every afternoon. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be aware of wonder.Remember the little seed in the styrofoam cup: The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die. So do we. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned - the biggest word of all - LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation.Ecology and politics and equality and sane living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take any of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or your work or your government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm. Think what a better world it would be if all - the whole world - had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down withour blankies for a nap. Or if all governments had a basic policy to always put thing back where they found them and to clean up their own mess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it is still true, no matter how old you are - when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert Fulghum, 1990. Found in Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten, Villard Books: New York, 1990, page 6-7. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See his web site at &lt;a href="http://www.robertfulghum.com/"&gt;http://www.robertfulghum.com/&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/2784193440710871086-7366554711884512558?l=lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/feeds/7366554711884512558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2784193440710871086&amp;postID=7366554711884512558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/7366554711884512558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/7366554711884512558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/2008/09/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>blue dolphin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11009978519870928087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/SMROef4KMWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/L0XE8mDNgUc/s72-c/book1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784193440710871086.post-197119564661889165</id><published>2008-09-07T19:23:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:00:15.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the road again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello world me is back!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/SMQhp3uslPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xT0pAtfD16E/s1600-h/P1011383.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243354197589973314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/SMQi3LrnWUI/AAAAAAAAACE/3EPgo1CJ8Vc/s320/P1011382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Depois de uns meses bem vividos e de umas férias bem merecidas cá estou de volta ao blog. Fazendo um pequeno balanço o ano de 2008 tem sido ou está a ser um ano muito bom, quase diria de recompensa!!!Desde já agradeço ao meus anjinhos.LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E para não dizerem que andei por ai sem fazer nada, aqui vão umas fotos dos meus trabalhos manuais:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243352058817521890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/SMQg6sIhqOI/AAAAAAAAABk/hk6FIXhUKhA/s320/P1011384.JPG" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A primeira e a segunda fotos são do meu tapete de arraiolos, finalmente concluído ( só falta mesmo uma moldura).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243352058164787378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/SMQg6ps5uLI/AAAAAAAAABs/qxtBl7Gzvvg/s320/P1011385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A terceira foto é de um quadro pintado e imaginado por mim. Nada de copiar!!! Este vem da alma e do coração pelo que será díficil fazerem igual.LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243354743552001762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/SMQjW9jGxuI/AAAAAAAAACM/yfQZhGIGY-E/s320/P1011383.JPG" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nestas férias e não só vi muitas asneiras nas estradas portuguesas, as quais não vou comentar! Vou antes agradecer a todos os condutores que por teimosia e persistência continuam a seguir o código da estrada. O meu bem haja aos que fazem pisca ao mudarem de direcção, nas rotundas...O meu muito obrigado a todos os que respeitam a sinalização, a todos os que cumprem os limites de velocidade e a todos os que se respeitam a si mesmos e aos outros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A mim cabe-me dar o exemplo e tentar não abusar da buzina.LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Façam o favor de serem felizes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lots of love!!!!!&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/2784193440710871086-197119564661889165?l=lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/feeds/197119564661889165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2784193440710871086&amp;postID=197119564661889165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/197119564661889165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/197119564661889165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-on-road-again.html' title='Back on the road again!'/><author><name>blue dolphin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11009978519870928087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/SMQi3LrnWUI/AAAAAAAAACE/3EPgo1CJ8Vc/s72-c/P1011382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784193440710871086.post-5846969308711640657</id><published>2008-04-15T23:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:37:14.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/SAU72gwWnYI/AAAAAAAAABc/UN80FPNt4O8/s1600-h/tn_obr841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189619953306082690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="121" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/SAU72gwWnYI/AAAAAAAAABc/UN80FPNt4O8/s400/tn_obr841.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Desafio: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Descobre-te a ti mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;À primeira vista pode parecer fácil a pessoa conhecer-se a si própria, alguns até dirão " O quê??? Eu conheço-me muito bem. " Mas aqui fica o desafio: Será que tu sabes quem és? Até onde é que tu te conheces realmente? Bem, lá vem mais um daqueles testes, com 1013 perguntas chatas para eu responder...LOL Nada disso!!! O que te sugiro é que dediques algum do teu tempo para pensares sobre ti, para te sentires, para descobrires o magnífico ser humano que és!E acredita que vale bem a pena esta viagem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A minha sugestão é que faças um diário/ uma lista de todas as razões que te fazem sentir bem contigo próprio. Qualquer coisa que tenhas conseguido que te tenha feito sentir bem, por exemplo um livro que tenhas lido, acções que tenhas feito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não te esqueças que os teus pensamentos criam a tua realidade, como tal deves estar atento a eles. Nunca é demais lembrar que tu és o Capitão do teu barco!!!Os pensamentos e sentimentos negativos e de medo devem ser "vigiados" e assim que os detectares podes substitui-los imediatamente por pensamentos positivos, por afirmações... Esta missão de vigiar os pensamentos pode ser dificil de inicio, mas se hoje "apanhaste um pensamento negativo" amanhã já consegues "apanhar dois". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Faz a experiência durante um dia, ou durante umas horas: caça ao pensamento negativo:) , escrever uma lista também ajuda. Ficarás surpreso com os resultados, com a quantidade de pensamentos menos bons que tens durante um só dia e que nem sequer dás conta deles, depois é só multiplicar... Agora podes imaginar a diferença que vais sentir quando os anulares e/ou substituires por coisas boas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Vou dar um exemplo concreto, muitas vezes as pessoas dizem " Que chatice lá vou eu para a porcaria do meu emprego", ora as pessoas que tem emprego devem estar gratas , por poderem trabalhar (terem saúde/ capacidade fisica e mental), por terem emprego, por ganharem dinheiro.... Ou a famosa frase " Eu não sou capaz de...", ora se eu estou a dar uma ordem ao meu cérebro que não sou capaz, ele vai simplesmente obedecer-me. Nós muitas vezes por causa da "mente negativa", olhamos para nós como " meios vazios" em vez de " meios cheios".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Muitas vezes durante o nosso dia-a-dia temos a tendência de sobrevalorizar o que de negativo nos acontence, esquecendo as inúmeras coisas pelas quais devemos estar gratos, os pequenos milagres, alegrias, as coisas simples.... É importante realçar o que de bom acontence na nossa vida todos os dias, nem que seja o facto de uma criança nos ter sorrido, de ter um tecto e uma caminha para dormir, de hoje ter conseguido ultrapassar um medo... Podemos antes de ir dormir, guardar 5 minutos para pensar no nosso dia e agradecer!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bem por agora é tudo, mais tarde gostaria de falar da importância do Amor-próprio e da auto-valorização na nossa vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Participem neste blog deixando o vosso valioso comentário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Namasté&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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dolphin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11009978519870928087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/SAU72gwWnYI/AAAAAAAAABc/UN80FPNt4O8/s72-c/tn_obr841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784193440710871086.post-2957967673796567636</id><published>2008-03-14T20:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:53:01.544Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;He doesn't wear any wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;He wears a heart that can melt my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;He wears a smile that can make me wanna sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;He gives me presents with his presence alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;He gives me everything I could wish for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;He gives me kisses on the lips just for coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;He could make angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;I've seen it with my own eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;You gotta be careful when you've got good love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Cause the angels will just keep on multiplying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;But you're so busy changing the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Just one smile can change all of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;We share the same soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;We Share the same soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;We Share the same soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Umm umm umm uhhhhhhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jack Johnson - Angel (&lt;strong&gt;Adapted)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Versão Feminina. Lol)&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/2784193440710871086-2957967673796567636?l=lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/feeds/2957967673796567636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2784193440710871086&amp;postID=2957967673796567636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/2957967673796567636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/2957967673796567636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-angel-ive-got-angel-he-doesnt-wear.html' title=''/><author><name>blue dolphin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11009978519870928087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784193440710871086.post-5361209502932350526</id><published>2008-03-08T23:26:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:52:10.978Z</updated><title type='text'>Mia Couto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/R9M0RH1qaDI/AAAAAAAAABU/pmiFCmmUzPI/s1600-h/obr1514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175537865545377842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="277" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/R9M0RH1qaDI/AAAAAAAAABU/pmiFCmmUzPI/s400/obr1514.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Bartolominha e o pelicano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Quando lhe falámos em sair dali, ela se contrafez. Afinal, viéramos buscá-la? Pois que fôssemos na mesma via de regresso, que ela dali, não arredava. Argumentou meu pai que ela não podia viver isolada de tudo, em lugar tão despertencido de gente. Falou meu tio que ali não chegava nem desembarcava notícia. Minha mãe acrescentou muitas lágrimas, com a alma entalada na garganta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bartolominha respondeu, sem palavra, apontando a campa junto ao farol. Depois, se afastou e ficou de costas olhando o mar. Era como se, em silêncio, nos convocasse. Alinhámos com ela, perfilados frente ao oceano. Que queria ela dizer, assim muda e queda? Usava o oceano como argumento? Meu tio ainda insistiu:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;__ Quem lhe arranja sustento?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos mostrou, então , o pelicano. Era um bicho que ela criara desde pequenino. A ave se afeiçoara, mais doméstica que um familiar. A pontos de ir e vir e, todos os dias, lhe trazer peixe para ela se refeiçoar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;___ Tenho de ficar aqui, regar o farol. Foi o meu Bastante que me pediu para eu não deixar emagrecer este farol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regressámos sem a conseguir demover . Eu fiquei com o pensamento roendo-me o sono. Durante noites fui roubado ao descanso. Podia eu deixar o assunto assim? Não, eu não podia desistir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E voltei a visitar a ilha. Demorei-me ali uns tantos dias. Juntei argumento, aliciei o convite. A avó que viesse que eu lhe daria guarida e aconchego em minha nova casa. Mas nada. O mesmo sorriso desdenhoso lhe vinha aos lábios. Depois lhe sugeri que viesse comigo viajar por terras lindas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;___ Só quero viajar quando for completamente cega.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estranhei. Nem respondi, esperando que mais se explicasse. E sim, ela continuou:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;___&lt;strong&gt;É que eu vivi tudo tão bonito que só quero visitar lugares que já estejam dentro de mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arrumei a vontade. A velha senhora tinha raízes fundas. " [...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mia Couto, "Bartolominha e o pelicano" (excerto), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in &lt;strong&gt;Na Berma De Nenhuma Estrada e Outros Contos&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Editorial Caminho, 3º edição, Lisboa, 2001, (p. 22 e 23)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2784193440710871086-5361209502932350526?l=lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/feeds/5361209502932350526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784193440710871086.post-3273208512777518510</id><published>2008-03-04T23:33:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T00:13:58.446Z</updated><title type='text'>Cavaleiro Monge (Fernando Pessoa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do vale à montanha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da montanha ao monte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cavalo de sombra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cavaleiro monge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por casas, por prados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por quinta e por fonte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caminhais aliados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do vale à montanha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da montanha ao monte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cavalo de sombra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cavaleiro monge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por penhascos pretos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Atrás e defronte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caminhais secretos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do vale à montanha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da montanha ao monte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cavalo de sombra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cavaleiro monge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por prados desertos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem ter horizontes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caminhais libertos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do vale à montanha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da montanha ao monte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cavalo de sombra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cavaleiro monge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por ínvios caminhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por rios sem ponte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caminhais sozinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do vale à montanha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da montanha ao monte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cavalo de sombra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cavaleiro monge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por quanto é sem fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem ninguém que o conte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caminhais em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784193440710871086-3273208512777518510?l=lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/feeds/3273208512777518510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2784193440710871086&amp;postID=3273208512777518510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/3273208512777518510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/3273208512777518510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/2008/03/cavaleiro-monge-fernando-pessoa.html' title='Cavaleiro Monge (Fernando Pessoa)'/><author><name>blue dolphin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11009978519870928087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784193440710871086.post-9117278130852815681</id><published>2008-03-03T17:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:48:57.874Z</updated><title type='text'>SER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/R8w5jDWZs6I/AAAAAAAAABE/jVT4qm2j1xM/s1600-h/lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173573346299327394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/R8w5jDWZs6I/AAAAAAAAABE/jVT4qm2j1xM/s400/lua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;"Para ser grande, sê inteiro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;nada Teu exagera ou exclui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sê todo em cada coisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Põe quanto és &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;No mínimo que fazes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Assim em cada lago a Lua toda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Brilha, porque alta vive."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa &lt;em&gt;Antologia Poética, Odes de Ricardo Reis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784193440710871086-9117278130852815681?l=lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/feeds/9117278130852815681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784193440710871086.post-7848733710628313947</id><published>2008-02-12T21:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:42:47.702Z</updated><title type='text'>IN LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know I've been away for some time now from my blog. I guarantee that this was due to the best of reasons: Love. It's a true state of grace. When you least expect it enters slowly and in a peaceful way in your life. What can I say, a new learning experience, a whole new horizon ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love from me to the world :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784193440710871086-7848733710628313947?l=lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/feeds/7848733710628313947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2784193440710871086&amp;postID=7848733710628313947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/7848733710628313947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/7848733710628313947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-love.html' title='IN LOVE'/><author><name>blue dolphin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11009978519870928087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784193440710871086.post-726941816255797425</id><published>2007-10-24T10:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T10:22:05.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SER POETA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/Rx8OYWNykMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aCI993Rsw5A/s1600-h/florbela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124830712413982914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/Rx8OYWNykMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aCI993Rsw5A/s400/florbela.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Ser poeta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ser poeta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser poeta é ser mais alto, é ser maior&lt;br /&gt;Do que os homens! Morder como quem beija!&lt;br /&gt;É ser mendigo e dar como quem seja&lt;br /&gt;Rei do Reino de Aquém e de Além Dor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter de mil desejos o esplendor&lt;br /&gt;E não saber sequer que se deseja!&lt;br /&gt;É ter cá dentro um astro que flameja,&lt;br /&gt;É ter garras e asas de condor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter fome, é ter sede de Infinito!&lt;br /&gt;Por elmo, as manhãs de oiro e de cetim...&lt;br /&gt;É condensar o mundo num só grito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é amar-te, assim, perdidamente...&lt;br /&gt;É seres alma, e sangue, e vida em mim&lt;br /&gt;E dizê-lo cantando a toda a gente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Florbela Espanca&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/2784193440710871086-726941816255797425?l=lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/feeds/726941816255797425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2784193440710871086&amp;postID=726941816255797425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/726941816255797425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/726941816255797425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/2007/10/ser-poeta.html' title='SER POETA...'/><author><name>blue dolphin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11009978519870928087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/Rx8OYWNykMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aCI993Rsw5A/s72-c/florbela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784193440710871086.post-5710329998717774483</id><published>2007-10-13T14:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T14:47:07.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Deep Dive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/RxDMOWNykLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TJjEWu5y4Bw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120817323173908658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/RxDMOWNykLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TJjEWu5y4Bw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Since yesterday that I feel extremely sensible. I was just sitting there watching tv nothing interessing, zapping and zapping, there was this film about Lady Mary of Fátima and I just felt a kind of a call, you know. I was feeling like a baby, each scene of the film I would cry. I went to my room and prayed until I felt asleep. I delivered my heart to the MOTHER. Something is changing in me, a deep dive into the heart of me, let it be light. I'm sure that the world is changing too. So many hearts devoted to MARY on the 13th of October. One could feel the love and the light. We are going throught a process of purification and of love. Today I know that nothing will ever be the same as before. I'm grateful for everything in my life. Hail Mary full of grace, loving mother of all, be always in our lifes.&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/2784193440710871086-5710329998717774483?l=lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/feeds/5710329998717774483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2784193440710871086&amp;postID=5710329998717774483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/5710329998717774483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/5710329998717774483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/2007/10/deep-dive.html' title='A Deep Dive'/><author><name>blue dolphin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11009978519870928087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/RxDMOWNykLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TJjEWu5y4Bw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784193440710871086.post-2165337645708639873</id><published>2007-10-08T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T17:21:58.337+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O campo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/RwpXw2NykKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_ZIlbjSof3Y/s1600-h/macieira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119000423158681762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="116" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/RwpXw2NykKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_ZIlbjSof3Y/s400/macieira.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem não há nada como uns dias (curtos) no campo, no meio da natureza para recarregar baterias. É bom deixar o trabalho por fazer em casa e sair sem grandes preocupações ou horários. O meu refúgio lá estava, intacto. Uma ligeira névoa pairava sobre o verde do vale. Depois de um bom almoço, sim que isto dos ares do campo abrem o apetite, um passeio descontaido a colher as amoras pelo o caminho de terra batida. É engraçado como as silvas ( essa planta desagradável que pica, magoa, arranha...) dão um fruto tão bom: as amoras. Mais à frente as belas das figueiras, que ultimamente tem sido tão assediadas, que ainda não tinham a segunda leva de figos maduros. Já no vale vi um caçador com a sua espingarda num terreno vizinho, fico logo furiosa ao encontrar-lospor perto, primeiro não gosto de ser confundida com um coelho e levar um belo de um tiro , segundo por que não gosto de caçadores... Mas voltando ao quadro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paradisíaco, (devolvendo o caçador à história do Capuchinho Vermelho), no pomar as macieiras estavam carregadas. Lá subímos nós carregadas com sacos cheios de maçãs pela encosta acima. Escusado será dizer que na segunda escalada, cheguei à conclusão que estou um pouco "perra". Promessa a não esquecer: praticar algum tipo de desporto!!! Urgent!!Final da história, tenho maçãs para dar e ou muito me engano nas próximas semanas vai ser: sumo de maçãs, maçã cozida, puré de maçã, tarte de maçã, batido de maçã... Se alguém tiver mais alguma sugestão, please share!!! An Apple a Day Keeps The Doctor Away!!!&lt;/span&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/2784193440710871086-2165337645708639873?l=lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/feeds/2165337645708639873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2784193440710871086&amp;postID=2165337645708639873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/2165337645708639873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/2165337645708639873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-campo.html' title='O campo'/><author><name>blue dolphin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11009978519870928087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/RwpXw2NykKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_ZIlbjSof3Y/s72-c/macieira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784193440710871086.post-1667046680067455153</id><published>2007-09-30T19:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:21:37.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/Rv_3BmNykHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ta8ANCiJYSo/s1600-h/sintra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116079308526489714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="161" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/Rv_3BmNykHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ta8ANCiJYSo/s320/sintra.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;travel&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;matter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;speacially&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;the inner path to the deep side of the soul. I feel that I'm living today as if it was yesterday, only a little older. Carpem Diem they say and I agree but sometimes current events remind us of times gone by.Nostalgic feeling, maybe. Life is seen now not with the same light, nor with the same glasses. It's more certain now within the uncertainty of life itself, the light is brighter and you want time to go by slowly.There is no place for rushes like there was in my teens. For the first time in my existence, I've learned to accept and life with opposite feelings or situations. It's not worth fighting for something that is like it is full stop. You learn to accept it just the way it is, nothing more nothing less, and suddenly the oppossites simply vanish . You feel free and must lighter than before, when you had all of those internal fights.You feel at peace at least. There is no bad or good, no heaven or hell, no right or wrong...The only thing there is to guide you is your own conscious, your intuition, your heart.One has to be true and in harmony with his or hers inner voice or being, to just be a grain of sand that goes wherever the wind takes it. And everything is must easier and simple.&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/2784193440710871086-1667046680067455153?l=lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/feeds/1667046680067455153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2784193440710871086&amp;postID=1667046680067455153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/1667046680067455153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/1667046680067455153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/2007/09/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>blue dolphin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11009978519870928087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfAcluKctic/Rv_3BmNykHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ta8ANCiJYSo/s72-c/sintra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784193440710871086.post-5828445240665972692</id><published>2007-09-28T22:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:35:07.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginnig</title><content type='html'>I must say that this is something new for me. A new space to write, to dream and to express myself in another way or form. What will I write in this blog I haven't a clue. Why is it in English? Maybe because certain things are better said in english than in portuguese. You use less words I guess. Just to say hello to any possible reader out there. That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784193440710871086-5828445240665972692?l=lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/feeds/5828445240665972692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2784193440710871086&amp;postID=5828445240665972692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/5828445240665972692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784193440710871086/posts/default/5828445240665972692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughtheglass.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-beginnig.html' title='A new beginnig'/><author><name>blue dolphin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11009978519870928087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
