<?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-6253502</id><updated>2011-10-31T02:29:39.969Z</updated><title type='text'>Zen </title><subtitle type='html'>Percorrendo pelos caminhos da alma... </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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>398</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-3806889510725718520</id><published>2008-08-30T14:51:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T17:01:18.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adeus meu Primo, adeus meu "Maninho"As nuvens do cinzento céu choram a tua ausência. Em cada gota da chuva revejo o teu sorriso, o teu carinho e a tua humildade. Em cada raio de sol sentirei o teu terno abraço. Vou rever-te vezes sem fim, numa saudade que já me amarfanha o peito quando tu mal partiste. Recordarei sempre os nossos tempos de criança, as nossas traquinices, o quanto riamos... Sabes,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/3806889510725718520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=3806889510725718520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/3806889510725718520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/3806889510725718520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2008/08/adeus-meu-primo-adeus-meu-maninho-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-557010289370637901</id><published>2008-08-20T21:14:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:01:32.831+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O meu novo BlogTenho o prazer de vos dar a conhecer o meu novo Blog sobre cosmética. É um espaço repleto de brilho e beleza onde poderão desfolhar calmamente os mais recentes catálogos da Oriflame e da Yves Rocher. São produtos de alta qualidade e de renome internacional que a maioria de vós, se não conhece, pelo menos já ouviu falar. Mas atenção, não se trata de produtos dirigidos unica e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/557010289370637901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=557010289370637901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/557010289370637901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/557010289370637901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-meu-novo-blog-tenho-o-prazer-de-vos.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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/_-Y0_7QyJH8M/SKyHEL9ubSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/e7FUhyQckfE/s72-c/1d095ba15301382a840ab534ab7cec4e_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-1639602637488422382</id><published>2008-07-21T11:32:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:17:43.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recordo-Te hoje e sempre "Candle" by Dear DFaz hoje cinco anos que partiste, parece que foi ontem, mas o tempo não pára e com ele as recordações permanecem. Estarás sempre no meu pensamento, no meu coração, entranhado na minha alma. Não te esqueço meu querido Papá!Da tua filha,Teresa Alexandra Leite Sousa</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/1639602637488422382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=1639602637488422382' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/1639602637488422382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/1639602637488422382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2008/07/recordo-te-hoje-e-sempre-candle-by-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-6496981235900111164</id><published>2008-02-10T16:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:38:18.362Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A Lição de IKTUMI""Iktumi é a palavra lakota para 'aranha'. A Iktumi é considerada traiçoeira e mentirosa. Iktumi pode levar as pessoas a acreditarem em coisas que não são verdade. É muito perigosa por causa do seu poder. A Iktumi possui uma aptidão especial para arruinar a vida de qualquer pessoa."[David era um jovem atormentado pelo sofrimento. O seu coração conhecia a dor, profunda e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/6496981235900111164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=6496981235900111164' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/6496981235900111164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/6496981235900111164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2008/02/lio-de-iktumi-2007-2008-riuzakki-iktumi.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y0_7QyJH8M/R7Hl4c5UB-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/0yT99ou-poc/s72-c/aranha_by_Riuzakki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-553779393975648911</id><published>2008-02-06T21:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:48:33.259+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sem Título*suha by SuhaMais um momento,Um momento que passaE deixa tanta saudade!Um arco-íris não se esquece,Uma gaivota morta na praia também não!Assim como não esqueçoCada lágrima que verti,Cada sorriso que esbocei,Cada gargalhada que soltei...Não Te esqueço,E esforço-me por não me esquecer,Por não me perder na imensa escuridãoQue avisto e que a maior parte das vezesSe dilui na LuzE aí sou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/553779393975648911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=553779393975648911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/553779393975648911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/553779393975648911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2008/02/sem-ttulo-suha-by-suha-mais-um-momento.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y0_7QyJH8M/R6ot3VouYZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1EOtiZVfvVM/s72-c/crying_beauty_by_suha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-4251005124267701938</id><published>2007-12-14T11:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-14T12:12:16.185Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El Corazonзасыпаю** by Maya TetterPara que vas a olvidarTu tenido tanto tempopara que vas a olvidarsi solo quiero tu amorEs el alma que me diceque me dice que te sigaquiero dar,darte todo todo todo todotu perdonpero se de amar, corasonYo si se mi amarsi se mi amorCorazon, corazonQuiero dar mi perdonse mi amorPara que vas a salirentiendeme yo te amoy luchar por una vida que vale la penaeso es </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/4251005124267701938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=4251005124267701938' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/4251005124267701938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/4251005124267701938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2007/12/el-corazon-para-que-vas-olvidar-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y0_7QyJH8M/R2JyFSbqmsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jFNZQozHYvE/s72-c/1813258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-7103339382813395026</id><published>2007-10-30T13:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T14:35:45.067Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doce InvernoDodo, Photo, Boulot. by Luc F (Montréal)Porquê esmorecerQuando o horizonte está próximoComo nunca esteve?Porquê olhar a escuridãoQuando a luz do teu olharIlumina um planeta inteiro sombrio?Deixa o fulgor sobressairNuma noite fria em que a magia pode acontecer,E de repente apercebes-teQue o medo não existe,É apenas uma armadilha da menteQue te mantém despertoE consciente da bravura que</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/7103339382813395026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=7103339382813395026' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/7103339382813395026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/7103339382813395026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2007/10/doce-inverno-dodo-photo-boulot.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y0_7QyJH8M/RydAn_nUUVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GmvTBkHOqNY/s72-c/5820468-md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-5028046919111156630</id><published>2007-10-27T15:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T16:47:20.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Teu Abraço.пиковая дама by evyHoje tive um sonho acordadaVi-nos num longo e saudoso abraço,Envoltos numa felicidade nunca antes sentida,Nunca antes imaginada,Um esplendor de emoções e LuzE eu sorria nesse abraço tão desejado.Cheguei atrasada e tu partiste mais cedoPara esse mundo desconhecidoOnde um dia todos nós chamaremos casa...(A minha é nos teus braçosNão conheço outra.)Tu também sorristeE</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/5028046919111156630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=5028046919111156630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/5028046919111156630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/5028046919111156630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-teu-abrao.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y0_7QyJH8M/RyNaMvnUUUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/SR7GTcif3R4/s72-c/2201500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-639255597460832111</id><published>2007-08-28T21:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:28:39.679+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para ReflectirNão deixemos nascer em nós aversão pelos inimigos interiores, como as doenças, nem pelos exteriores, como os que nos difamam ou os espíritos negativos. Assim, deixamos de ser afectados por eles e podemos mesmo sentir-nos felizes por existirem. Deixemos de considerar o sofrimento e as circunstâncias adversas como negativas. Ganhemos o hábito se sentir apenas alegria em relação e elas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/639255597460832111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=639255597460832111' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/639255597460832111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/639255597460832111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2007/08/para-reflectir-no-deixemos-nascer-em-ns.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y0_7QyJH8M/RtSEW8HpVaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lk_iF1bz36I/s72-c/2272204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-1786263836053259097</id><published>2007-07-21T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:33:08.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não Me AbandonesE o frio desceu à terra neste verão indiferente, numa data tão presente gravada no peito como uma tatuagem. Neste dia recordei-te como em tantos dias passados desgastados pelo tempo, que significou mais, muito mais... E cada vez mais sinto a tua falta, a tua ausência é cruelmente sentida por mim e por aqueles que te amam. Não te esqueças de nós, e estejas onde estiveres não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/1786263836053259097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=1786263836053259097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/1786263836053259097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/1786263836053259097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-me-abandones-by-kiesa-e-o-frio.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y0_7QyJH8M/RqKICcU7oLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/epkps-PEkHA/s72-c/2195676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-1117508699315938324</id><published>2007-06-04T11:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:46:50.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Recanto de um Inabalável Refúgioангел by LMariSRefugia-te no silêncio da alma,Na leveza do espíritoE encontrar-te-ás na autenticidade do teu serA consciência mais pura.Entra em contacto contigo mesmoE a harmonia conjunta surgirá.Absorve cada partícula da tua essência,Ama-te e respeita-teE serás capaz de partilhar,Amar e respeitar todos os seres à face da terra.by: Adriana Leite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/1117508699315938324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=1117508699315938324' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/1117508699315938324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/1117508699315938324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-recanto-de-um-inabalvel-refgio-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y0_7QyJH8M/RmPsiqXabZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/48wUjTUXRfo/s72-c/2125285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-5610481713533504028</id><published>2007-05-11T14:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T14:31:37.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pequeno Lamentomild by Angel_JaneOlhos de esperançaQue vêem atentosO invisível,Desejam o impossívelEsperam por quem há muito se ausentou.Regresso nas tempestades atordoadaO copo é demasiado pequenoVerte a água salgadaDaqueles olhos desgastados pelo tempoQue não ousam sonhar,Apenas vertam as lágrimas;Nada há a lamentar.by: Adriana Leite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/5610481713533504028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=5610481713533504028' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/5610481713533504028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/5610481713533504028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2007/05/pequeno-lamento-mild-by-angeljane-olhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y0_7QyJH8M/RkRvlnszdqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zjgcxxDSBD8/s72-c/2082829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-6751889628683280756</id><published>2007-03-24T11:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:05:31.174Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Infinito Sombrio... сочиняя хокку о любви ... by Eugeny KozhevnikovOlho a paisagem viçosaNum sentimento íngremeDe uns olhos que nada vêemE de uma alma que tudo sente,...És tu quem vejoChegar de mansinhoNa minha partidaEm que recordoO que não ficou esquecido.É difícil dizer Adeus,Seguir o trilho incertoNa escassez do momentoNeste infinito sombrio...by: Adriana Leite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/6751889628683280756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=6751889628683280756' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/6751889628683280756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/6751889628683280756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2007/03/infinito-sombrio-by-eugeny-kozhevnikov.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y0_7QyJH8M/RgUT4RqTsDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mHIrFPdY2c4/s72-c/28637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-3697436235342171601</id><published>2007-03-19T10:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:11:47.443Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memorias do NadaA dor que sintoNão é minha nem tua,Não é das pessoas que sorriemDas que choramE das que padecem;Ela perdeu-se por entre a demênciaQue me devastaE me deixa assimPerdida no nadaComo uma criança indefesa...Ontem fui o luarE hoje sou as trevasQue te assombramNa luz do teu dia,Sou a tristeza na tua alegriaE as lágrimas do teu lamentar,Sou o fantasma dos teus medosA tua maior </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/3697436235342171601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=3697436235342171601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/3697436235342171601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/3697436235342171601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2007/03/memorias-do-nada-dor-que-sinto-no-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-3488612142128969765</id><published>2007-02-28T14:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-28T15:05:24.914Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esqueço TudoUpon the Earth by MoonnightFecha a porta,Deixa a dúvida permanecer do outro ladoDeixa a chuva cairSobre os sonhos ressequidosOutrora mergulhadosEm orvalhos de alegria.Por favor,Não digas nadaAs palavras feremOriginam falaciosas interpretaçõesComo as que tirei um dia,As que tiro hojeE as de amanhã também...Não abras a janela,Esse vento traz recordações,Pessoas e sentimentosNão quero </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/3488612142128969765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=3488612142128969765' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/3488612142128969765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/3488612142128969765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2007/02/esqueo-tudo-upon-earth-by-moonnight.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y0_7QyJH8M/ReWZrrGeOyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KilepUc7_ec/s72-c/1949231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-6869686960600835427</id><published>2007-02-10T13:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-10T14:49:18.164Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reflectir Com Consciência«Caímos tão fundo que atrever-se a proclamar aquilo que é óbvio se transformou em dever de todo o ser inteligente»George OrwellQuatorze Verdades Sobre o Aborto1 - QUAL A QUESTÃO QUANDO SE FALA DE DESPENALIZAÇÃO DO ABORTO? Desde 1984, é legal em Portugal abortar:- Quando a saúde ou a vida da mãe estão em risco;- Por malformação do feto;- Por violação.O referendo de 2007 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/6869686960600835427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=6869686960600835427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/6869686960600835427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/6869686960600835427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2007/02/reflectir-com-conscincia-camos-to-fundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y0_7QyJH8M/Rc3QUgkhezI/AAAAAAAAACE/j46Yw0u2E_8/s72-c/Imagem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-2761297706068751267</id><published>2007-01-27T20:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-28T15:14:52.150Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poemas de RumiMy Burning HeartThe Summons by RassouliMy heart is burning with loveAll can see this flameMy heart is pulsing with passionlike waves on an oceanmy friends have become strangersand I’m surrounded by enemiesBut I’m free as the windno longer hurt by those who reproach meI’m at home wherever I amAnd in the room of loversI can see with closed eyesthe beauty that dancesBehind the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/2761297706068751267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=2761297706068751267' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/2761297706068751267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/2761297706068751267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2007/01/poemas-de-rumi-my-burning-heart-my_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y0_7QyJH8M/Rb9Qhu5ifPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yIID21tfRJQ/s72-c/Rumi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-116938538335337089</id><published>2007-01-21T12:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-21T13:35:40.016Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hurt(Para quê palavras, quando a força da música faz falar mais alto as nossas emoções?!)Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your faceYou told me how proud you were, but I walked awayIf only I knew what I know todayI would hold you in my armsI would take the pain awayThank you for all you've doneForgive all your mistakesThere's nothing I wouldn't doTo hear your voice againSometimes I wanna </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/116938538335337089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=116938538335337089' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/116938538335337089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/116938538335337089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2007/01/hurt-para-qu-palavras-quando-fora-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-116887620861413103</id><published>2007-01-15T15:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-15T15:50:08.660Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E Ala EС утреца by homo_sapiens"Wake up sun in the East, in the ocean, the deep ocean. Climbing to the heavens, the highest heavens. There in the East, there is the Sun. Wake Up!"(Words taken from an ancient Hawaiian sunrise ritual) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/116887620861413103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=116887620861413103' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/116887620861413103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/116887620861413103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2007/01/e-ala-e-by-homosapiens-wake-up-sun-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-116837864913404219</id><published>2007-01-09T21:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:43:01.980Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um Momento de IntrospecçãoAutor desconhecidoTodos os seres temem a violência.Todos têm medo da morte.Todos amam a vida.Vê-te nos outros.Como podes então magoar alguém?Como podes fazer-lhe mal?Aquele que a felicidade procuraMagoando os que procuram a felicidadeJamais a felicidade alcançará.O teu irmão é com tu.Também deseja ser feliz.Nunca o maltratesE quando deixares esta vidaTu também alcançarás</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/116837864913404219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=116837864913404219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/116837864913404219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/116837864913404219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2007/01/um-momento-de-introspeco-autor.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-116776206030571074</id><published>2007-01-02T17:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:38:20.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se tu viesses ver-me...Indian Woman by apoorvahSe tu viesses ver-me hoje à tardinha,A essa hora dos mágicos cansaços,Quando a noite de manso se avizinha,E me prendesses toda nos teus braços...Quando me lembra: esse sabor que tinhaA tua boca... o eco dos teus passos...O teu riso de fonte... os teus abraços...Os teus beijos... a tua mão na minha...Se tu viesses quando, linda e louca,Traça as linhas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/116776206030571074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=116776206030571074' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/116776206030571074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/116776206030571074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2007/01/se-tu-viesses-ver-me_116776206030571074.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-116695395388520646</id><published>2006-12-24T09:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:02:52.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Natal...Autor desconhecidoDesejo a todos vós um santo e feliz Natal com muita Paz, Harmonia e Amor!E que nunca nos esqueçamos que Natal é quando o Homem quiser; que podemos reflectir a nossa Luz nos outros a cada momento.Um abraço!Teresa Sousa</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/116695395388520646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=116695395388520646' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/116695395388520646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/116695395388520646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/12/natal_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-116644914991148663</id><published>2006-12-18T13:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T13:44:30.843Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flor de LótusNo dia em que a flor de lótus desabrochouA minha mente vagava, e eu não a percebi.Minha cesta estava vazia e a flor ficou esquecida.Somente agora e novamente, uma tristeza caiu sobre mim.Acordei do meu sonho sentindo o doce rastroDe um perfume no vento sul.Essa vaga doçura fez o meu coração doer de saudade.Pareceu-me ser o sopro ardente no verão, procurando completar-se.Eu não sabia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/116644914991148663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=116644914991148663' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/116644914991148663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/116644914991148663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/12/flor-de-ltus-no-dia-em-que-flor-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-116594143432865195</id><published>2006-12-12T16:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T16:37:14.386Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Magia do SonhoEsqueço o que fuiRecordo o que sou,Aguardo com ansiedadeAquilo que sereiNum futuro incertoNa certeza do teu olharNo calor do teu abraçoE na felicidade de um beijo.Percebo, finalmente,Que a incerteza é passadoE que feliz é o momento presenteQue a teu lado passoSem contar os minutosDe uma vida apressadaQue tanto nos ensinaE suspensa nos deixaA pensar no ontem, no hoje e no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/116594143432865195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=116594143432865195' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/116594143432865195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/116594143432865195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/12/magia-do-sonho-esqueo-o-que-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-116372559949381595</id><published>2006-11-17T00:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:09:15.500Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O InvernoПетергоф by Алина ЛебедеваE o Inverno chegou (finalmente!!!)E com ele o frio de outrora,Incertezas passadas,A minha amargura(?),A tua?Esta nostalgia infinita,Um abraço...Um sonho...Um sentimento...A tua presença,A minha ausência,O "Meu".. o "Teu...O "Tu".. o "Eu"...O sonho... o que resta dele...O homem das castanhas,E a rua Santa Catarina...A nossa rua,Onde os pensamentos não se esquecem</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/116372559949381595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=116372559949381595' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/116372559949381595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/116372559949381595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-inverno-by-e-o-inverno-chegou.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-115987374735242900</id><published>2006-10-03T11:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:09:07.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As Quatro Nobres Verdades"O Buda disse:Descobri uma verdade profunda, tão difícil de apreender, tão difícil de compreender, serena e sublime, que não se pode alcançar pelo mero raciocínio e que só é visível ao sábio.Mas o mundo entrega-se ao prazer, delicia-se no prazer, encanta-se no prazer. Na verdade, esses seres dificilmente compreenderão a lei do condicionamento, a origem interdependente de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115987374735242900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115987374735242900' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115987374735242900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115987374735242900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/10/as-quatro-nobres-verdades-o-buda-disse.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-115878261024398637</id><published>2006-09-20T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:15:51.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ensinamentos do Buda(fonte desconhecida)A atenção é o caminho da vida.O tolo dormeComo se morto já estivesse,Mas o Mestre está despertoE vive para sempre.Ele observaEle é claro.Como é feliz!Pois vê que a atenção é vida.Como é feliz,Seguindo o caminho do iluminado.Com muita perseverançaMedita, buscandoLiberdade e felicidade.(excerto de Dhammapada)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115878261024398637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115878261024398637' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115878261024398637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115878261024398637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/09/ensinamentos-do-buda-fonte.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-115858585845967836</id><published>2006-09-18T13:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T14:43:30.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Contraste ... by lilaE de repente o céuVestiu-se de negroEnvolvendo toda a terra.A dor percorreuO coração dos homensPara que estes percebessemE entendessemO real significadoDa felicidade.A escuridão acariciou-me o rostoE então recordei a beleza da luz,O seu brilhoA magia com que nos presenteia;As trevas trouxeram esta reminiscênciaDo resplendor que me envolve,De ti...E foi assim que o sol beijou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115858585845967836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115858585845967836' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115858585845967836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115858585845967836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/09/contraste.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-115808107738512694</id><published>2006-09-12T17:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T18:40:32.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A folha de Outono que cai e a maneira como a vemos"Жизнь на два мира by а’ANTIstEstende as tuas mãos vazias no escuroE toca-me suavemente no rostoTudo num gesto funesto sem gostoComo palavras pintadas num muroEstende as tuas mãos vazias no nadaToca-me os olhos vadios cansadosE devolve-me os momentos sugadosE a alma que me levaste roubadaVai e rompe estas cordas do presenteAs amarras vãs do tempo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115808107738512694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115808107738512694' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115808107738512694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115808107738512694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/09/folha-de-outono-que-cai-e-maneira-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-115766063276888318</id><published>2006-09-07T21:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:49:32.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para ReflectirAcorda com um sorriso e vai atrás da vida...Vive-a!Aprecia-a!Saboreia-a!Cheira-a!Sente-a!by: Joe Knapp(in Sonhar! ter fé! Helen Exley GIFTBOOK)Потеряв себя by SoaR13</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115766063276888318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115766063276888318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115766063276888318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115766063276888318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/09/para-reflectir-acorda-com-um-sorriso-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-115755124052669566</id><published>2006-09-06T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T15:00:40.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Asas/исход/ by Стася ВласоваA hora da mudança chegou!Isto não é viver,Isto não é ser livre:É morrer lentamenteDe asas partidas,É ser e não serFingir o que não sou,Esconder-me por detrás desta máscaraSuja e gasta.Chegou a hora de mudar,Olhar e verAceitar o que sou;O espelho pode mentirMas a alma não mente,Vejo-a através dos meus olhosEsta sou EU... EU...Isto ninguém vai arrancar de mimÉ MEU!Chegou</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115755124052669566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115755124052669566' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115755124052669566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115755124052669566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/09/asas-by-hora-da-mudana-chegou-isto-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-115740248348670466</id><published>2006-09-04T21:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:41:23.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Tua Luz~обложка моей книги~ by e-nv-yPreciso de um pouco de LuzDa tua luzA candeia apagou-seEstou presa na escuridãoAs profundezas do meu serEstou confusa... atordoadaNão me consigo erguer.O brilho antigoDeixou de me pertencerNão me olhesNada existe em mimApenas este vazio...Esta angústia.Luz... a tua Luz...Há esperança?by: Adriana Leite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115740248348670466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115740248348670466' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115740248348670466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115740248348670466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/09/tua-luz-by-e-nv-y-preciso-de-um-pouco.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-115722453459993137</id><published>2006-09-02T20:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T20:23:59.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não Digas NadaОсень by *infectedbrainNão digas nada...Sou apenas um gritoNo silêncio que encerra as nossas bocasNum beijo húmido, sem desejoOnde perco as ânsias loucas,Onde [Te] perco a tiAo encontrar-[Me] a mimNesse manto escuro que nos cobre:A SOLIDÃO.E mais uma vez durmoE mais uma vez acordo...Só mais um dia em que vivoSó mais um dia em que morro.Não digas nada,Porque eu tudo seiNesta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115722453459993137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115722453459993137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115722453459993137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115722453459993137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-digas-nada-by-infectedbrain-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-115701830271620015</id><published>2006-08-31T10:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T20:18:32.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In A Manner Of Speakingcalligraphy by ЛиленаIn a Manner of speakingI just want to sayThat I could never forget the wayYou told me everythingBy saying nothingIn a manner of speakingI don't understandHow love in silence becomes reprimandBut the way that i feel about youIs beyond wordsGive me the wordsThat tell me nothingGive me the wordsThat tell me everythingIn a manner of speakingSemantics won't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115701830271620015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115701830271620015' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115701830271620015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115701830271620015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-manner-of-speaking-calligraphy-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-115686954161191461</id><published>2006-08-29T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T19:35:15.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alma VaziaEstas mãos, pálidas e esguias, não te acariciam... estes olhos nada vêem... este coração nada sente e o cântico que ouves é a morte que veio embalar os meus sonhos e acordar os pesadelos, monstros outrora enterrados em idílios esquecidos e abandonados. Na boca trago um sabor salgado fruto de emoções em prantos, desmedidas, irracionais... A minha alma, vazia, corre na tua direcção, em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115686954161191461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115686954161191461' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115686954161191461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115686954161191461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/08/alma-vazia-estas-mos-plidas-e-esguias.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-115668488550171516</id><published>2006-08-27T14:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T15:33:05.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acreditas? No brilho do teu olharVi a esperança e sorri,Foi um momento mágicoQue recordarei sempre, para sempre...E o meu pensamento está em tiNão poderia ser de outro modo. Tu sabes!by: Adriana LeiteАргонавты by Denis Diderot</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115668488550171516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115668488550171516' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115668488550171516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115668488550171516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/08/acreditas-no-brilho-do-teu-olhar-vi_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-115643396450257578</id><published>2006-08-24T15:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T16:44:12.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Discernimento для тебя by PINK PUNKJá não tenho 15 anosMas caio sempre nos mesmos erros,Outra vez, mais outra e outra e outra...A candura que me caracterizou um diaÉ agora a amargura que me esmaga por dentro;Quero libertar-me e não posso,Quero respirar e não consigoAs correntes ferem-me a almaE o ar... o ar atordoa, sufoca.É mais fácil seguir este caminhoOnde me perco,Escapo ao destino...Passei </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115643396450257578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115643396450257578' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115643396450257578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115643396450257578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/08/discernimento-by-pink-punk-j-no-tenho.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-115601145755855312</id><published>2006-08-19T18:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:17:44.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Menino HomemMaresias #186 by Nana Sousa DiasÉs um menino perdidoNo meio da multidão,És um homem feridoQue sente na pele a solidão.O teu olhar está baço,O teu corpo cansado,Ficas preso nesse embaraçoQue te tira a calma e te faz desgraçado.Não olhes para trásSegue apenas o teu rumoMais cedo ou mais tarde serás capazDe decidir com prumo.A vida é um mar de ilusões,Umas vezes doce outras </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115601145755855312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115601145755855312' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115601145755855312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115601145755855312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/08/menino-homem-maresias-186-by-nana.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-115599984551488124</id><published>2006-08-19T14:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T16:04:06.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se te disser...Se te disser que mil anos se passaram não vais acreditar. Se te disser que a chuva cai cristalina sobre as flores do nosso canteiro e que o sol dá vida à esperança que vi morrer vez após vez, vais achar estranho. Se pensar em ti, como penso hoje e sempre, não te enganes, não é o teu rosto que reinvento, é apenas a saudade que me mata por dentro. Se o grito da agonia te faz </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115599984551488124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115599984551488124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115599984551488124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115599984551488124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/08/se-te-disser.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-115539075168379179</id><published>2006-08-12T14:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:45:44.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>InquietudeКрымское Солнышко by veldenPouco importa o que sou e o que sinto.Pouco importa as lágrimas e o sorriso,O Inferno ou o paraísoSe digo a verdade ou se mintoNuma vida, num espaço, num corpoOnde já nada faz sentido.É indiferente o sol,A luz dos meus dias,Quando padeço atrozmenteNas trevas da tua noite;É inútil o meu apelo,São apenas palavras que se perdemNo turbilhão de um momento,No teu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115539075168379179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115539075168379179' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115539075168379179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115539075168379179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/08/inquietude-by-velden-pouco-importa-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-115497689819268575</id><published>2006-08-07T19:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T01:11:36.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memórias de Uma Gueixa"O coração tem uma morte lenta, perdendo as esperanças uma a uma, como folhas. Até que, um dia, não resta nenhuma. Nenhuma esperança. Não resta nada. Ela pinta o rosto para o esconder. Os seus olhos são água profunda. Uma gueixa não tem o direito de querer. Uma gueixa não tem o direito de sentir. Uma gueixa é uma artista do mundo flutuante. Ela dança. Ela canta. Ela </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115497689819268575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115497689819268575' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115497689819268575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115497689819268575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/08/memrias-de-uma-gueixa-o-corao-tem-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-115340929273986899</id><published>2006-07-20T16:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:50:04.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Portal MágicoМоя мастерская. Не в себе. by BelkinaPercorri o mundo do teu serEm ziguezagues circulares,Um espaço que me deu a conhecerO mistério que encerra os nossos olhares.De alma ferida e coração magoadoVesti a farda de Homem feliz,Senti-me um ser ameaçado,Contudo, um excelente aprendiz.Não quis acreditarE incrédula me tornei,Duvidei que me viesses salvarDas garras do infortúnio que sempre </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115340929273986899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115340929273986899' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115340929273986899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115340929273986899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/07/portal-mgico.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-115195967655509359</id><published>2006-07-03T21:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:58:34.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Céu Cinza-PrataОгонёк... by ...Сумрак...Beijei o deserto do teu serCom a chuva da amargura que de mim brota,E nesta água fonte do meu sofrerFoste luz, foste fogoNesta triste alma onde foste beber.by: Adriana Leite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115195967655509359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115195967655509359' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115195967655509359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115195967655509359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/07/cu-cinza-prata.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-115150256451146169</id><published>2006-06-28T14:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:47:44.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Outro Ladogive me... forgiveness by Natalie ShauNão sei se hei-de sorrir ou chorar,O sorriso é o despontar da primaveraE o choro o lamento da almaQue reclama, em prantos,A tão esperada felicidade que teima em tardar.Não sei se hei-de partir ou ficar,Os teus braços não estão receptivosE a viagem é longa e indefinidaPrefiro ficar presa no teu olhar.Não sei o que pensar,Quando os pensamentos de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115150256451146169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115150256451146169' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115150256451146169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115150256451146169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-outro-lado-give-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253502.post-115123623306851564</id><published>2006-06-25T12:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T15:27:02.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pequena ReflexãoНа солнечной дорожке... by Sikorski AndreiExiste mais poesia num raio de luzDo que em mil palavras proferidas na escuridão,Porque a luz é fonte de vida,Energia transcendental;A escuridão é o bloqueio da mente,A prisão da alma que traz dor e sofrimento.by: Adriana Leite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115123623306851564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115123623306851564' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115123623306851564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115123623306851564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/06/pequena-reflexo.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-115071658689161386</id><published>2006-06-19T12:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:40:22.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eternidade -  IIIPodíamos ficar assimEternamente juntosNo suspiro de um olharNo sussurro de um sonhoNum desejo de felicidade Tornada realidade.O paraíso existiriaAo alcance dos nossos horizontes, Lá, onde tudo é possívelQuando acreditamosE o amor é real.by: Adriana Leiteeternity#2 by Nuno Peixoto BrancoCopyright ©2006 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115071658689161386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115071658689161386' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115071658689161386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115071658689161386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/06/eternidade-iii-podamos-ficar-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-115045231175225383</id><published>2006-06-16T10:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T17:29:25.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coragemwish to drown by Natalie ShauQuero ter coragem de gostar de mim,Olhar no espelho e admirar a imagemFruto do que sou e da minha incompreensão.Quero ter a bravura dos tristes,Daqueles que não viram as costas à solidãoAqueles que aceitam a sua verdadeira condição:SOLITÁRIOS,Em busca da felicidade que virá um diaEncher os seus corações de pura alegria.Quero aprender a dizer "não!"A toda a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/115045231175225383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=115045231175225383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115045231175225383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/115045231175225383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/06/coragem-wish-to-drown-by-natalie-shau.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114994558967065327</id><published>2006-06-10T14:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:43:11.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vejo-me Assim...Поверить в Солнце Призрак СветаDar o melhor de mimAguentar forte as pauladasQue a vida gentilmente me ofereceTer força para me erguerDe um chão frio, desconfortável e cruel;Sorrir perante a adversidadeOcultar as lágrimas e o desesperoTer sempre esperança para seguir em frenteAmor para dar...Não pronunciar a palavra desistir,Não pensar na obscuridadeSer feliz e espalhar essa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114994558967065327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114994558967065327' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114994558967065327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114994558967065327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/06/vejo-me-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114959095454483110</id><published>2006-06-06T11:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:53:01.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nobody's Perfect*** by KassandraCool I amWhen I am with youCool I'm notWhen I am lonelyI feel so sadWhat I did wasn't rightI feel so badAnd I must say to youSorry, butNobody's perfectNobody's perfectWhat did you expectI'm doing my bestI feel so sadBut you know I'll be trueI feel so badAnd I must say to youSorry, butNobody's perfectNobody's perfectI was dishonestI will do my bestMadonnaOuvir</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114959095454483110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114959095454483110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114959095454483110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114959095454483110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/06/nobodys-perfect-by-kassandra-cool-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114932843452891376</id><published>2006-06-03T10:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T10:59:54.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuga InterminávelВзгляд из будущего by A+MCorro de tudo aquilo que me lembra a natureza.Entro num buraco escuroE pela terra húmida sou absorvida;Revejo alguns dos momentos por mim vividosNuma vida miserávelEm que as lágrimas e a dorResistiram firmes a meu lado.Nunca fui verdadeiramente feliz!Porque de quem eu tento verdadeiramente fugirÉ de mim mesma.by: Adriana Leite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114932843452891376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114932843452891376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114932843452891376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114932843452891376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/06/fuga-interminvel-by-am-corro-de-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114915479337059078</id><published>2006-06-01T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:39:53.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apenas mais uma perspectiva de vidaспать! by Виктор ДещенкоTremo de frioNo término de uma vaga de calorQue veio assolar o futuro.Vejo-te numa miragem paranóicaDe quem quer agarrar o presente de uma só vez;Quero tudo, assim, repentinoComo se o mundo acabasse amanhã,Será?A tua presença não me assusta,Apenas a reminiscênciaDe que estás aqui,Tão perto e tão longeDo que algum diaImaginei que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114915479337059078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114915479337059078' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114915479337059078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114915479337059078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/06/apenas-mais-uma-perspectiva-de-vida-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114832193799932144</id><published>2006-05-22T18:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T19:31:17.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Liberdade Тень by E_X_I_L_EO sol despontou por entre nuvens cinzentas,Veio aquecer a minha almaCom os seus fulgurantes raios dourados.A chuva dissipou-seE a triste melancolia com ela se foiPor entre momentos de frustração aparente,Onde o sonho ocupara um lugar de destaqueNa realidade sentida por estas entranhasQue respiram o ar da renovaçãoE aspiram o mais ilustre dos desejos:A liberdade!Por ela </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114832193799932144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114832193799932144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114832193799932144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114832193799932144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/05/liberdade-by-exile-o-sol-despontou-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114782717513145064</id><published>2006-05-17T01:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T02:04:44.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shiu, a mentira está a dormir...[m] by Оля-ляPalavras que se podem evitarQuando a verdade é um objectivo a alcançar,Um projecto que se constróiQue se idealiza,Que se senteComo nosso, como único...É inútil fingir um sentimentoQue não está láE que cada dia que passa é um tormento,Uma aberração.Quando o amor acabaO outro é digno de saber,Por mais que vá doer,Por mais que a vida pareça não fazer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114782717513145064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114782717513145064' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114782717513145064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114782717513145064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/05/shiu-mentira-est-dormir.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114726480251360500</id><published>2006-05-10T12:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T19:26:42.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um Pensamento"O futuro pertence àqueles que acreditam na beleza dos seus sonhos."by: Eleonor Roosevelt(in "Sonhar! Ter fé!" de Helen Exley )думать о хорошем после дождя by NatellaM </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114726480251360500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114726480251360500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114726480251360500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114726480251360500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/05/um-pensamento-o-futuro-pertence-queles.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114711808037020323</id><published>2006-05-08T20:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:34:55.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ConstataçãoСезон by YesIdeaO estonteante sentimento mágicoDa alegria que inverte os ponteirosDe um relógio que engana,Que trapaceia,Que ilude,Deu o ar da sua graçaNum tempo em que a tristezaDomina na sua plenitude.by: Adriana Leite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114711808037020323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114711808037020323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114711808037020323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114711808037020323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/05/constatao-by-yesidea-o-estonteante.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114693489793689127</id><published>2006-05-06T18:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T19:08:31.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ensaio Sobre a DorБезымянная мелодия для сентября by BelkinaFui vencida pelo cansaço,Um velho fardo que a alma carregaNa juventude dos diasQue passam inquietos,Apressados...Tenho na cabeça o teu pé,Um demolidor de esperanças,O destrutor do amor-próprioQue ainda resta neste nada,Neste vazio assombroso,Neste espaço que ocupoEnquanto o espírito vagueia.'Um dia estarei ao nível da tua cabeçaE não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114693489793689127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114693489793689127' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114693489793689127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114693489793689127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/05/ensaio-sobre-dor-by-belkina-fui_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114667419208843802</id><published>2006-05-03T17:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T17:50:27.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Musica de FilmeРомашки by РомашкиDentro de mimPor dentro de mimÉ pena quase não poder ficarÉs quente quando a luz te trazQuase te vi amorQuase nasci sem tiQuase morriDentro de mimFicas dentro de mimPor dentro de mimEstás dentro de mimSilêncio.Lua.Casa.ChãoÉs sitio onde as mãos se dãoQuase larguei a dôrQuase perdiQuase morriDentro de mimEstás dentro de mimPor dentro de mimFicas dentro de mimSempre</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114667419208843802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114667419208843802' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114667419208843802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114667419208843802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/05/musica-de-filme-by-dentro-de-mim-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114572560542670022</id><published>2006-04-22T17:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T18:20:07.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Decadência versus Ascensão*** by PeyukaSerá a voz do destinoOu a minha voz interiorQue me alerta para o perigoDestas longas páginas escritas?Se pudesse pintava-as de branco,Reinventava a pessoa que em mim renasceTodas as vezes que me tomas em tuas mãosE me moldas a teu bel-prazer...Sempre que sinto a alma em prantos,Um silêncio dissimuladoNa longa história das nossas vidas.Dou por mim miserávelNa</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114572560542670022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114572560542670022' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114572560542670022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114572560542670022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/04/decadncia-versus-ascenso-by-peyuka-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114555530505510645</id><published>2006-04-20T18:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:52:53.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estranha vidaBlack Widow by Natalie ShauDe repente,É como se aquelas pessoasQue nos viram crescer parcialmenteSe tornassem estranhas,É como se...Não estivessem láE te perguntassem,Com admiração no rosto,-"Quem és tu?".Faz-me falta,O mundo parece não fazer sentido sem ti;Tu eras tudo para mim,O meu porto de abrigo,O meu refúgio.Sinto-me uma peça incompletaQue deambula nesta vidaSem rumo, sem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114555530505510645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114555530505510645' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114555530505510645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114555530505510645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/04/estranha-vida-black-widow-by-natalie.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114553741615514328</id><published>2006-04-20T12:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T15:06:04.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Árvore da vida dos Amigos"Existem pessoas nas nossas vidas que nos fazem felizes pela simples casualidade de terem cruzado o nosso caminho. Algumas percorrem tal caminho a nosso lado, vendo muitas luas passar, mas outras apenas vemos entre um passo e outro. A todas chamamos amigos e há muitas classes deles.Talvez cada folha de uma árvore represente um dos nossos amigos. O primeiro que nasce é o</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114553741615514328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114553741615514328' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114553741615514328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114553741615514328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/04/rvore-da-vida-dos-amigos-existem.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114528829016624574</id><published>2006-04-17T16:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:39:37.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eternidade -  IIо двух половинках и судьбе_ by _БУДЯ_De longe vejo uma luz,É a luz da eternidadeQue me envolveComo se um manto,Afável e protector,Se tratasse.Ela é a minha guia;Na escuridão me iluminaE nas más horas me encontraReconfortando-me vezes sem conta.Com ela acordo,Com ela me levanto,É a minha busca incessante pela eternidade,Pela espiritualidade que me acompanhaQue faz parte de mim.Nela</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114528829016624574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114528829016624574' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114528829016624574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114528829016624574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/04/eternidade-ii-by-de-longe-vejo-uma-luz.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114501264189349517</id><published>2006-04-14T11:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:14:11.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quaresma Desejo a todos vós uma Santa e Feliz Páscoa!by: TeresaDrawings Of Jesus Christ by Luc Freymanc</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114501264189349517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114501264189349517' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114501264189349517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114501264189349517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/04/quaresma-desejo-todos-vs-uma-santa-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114477899129937769</id><published>2006-04-11T18:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T19:09:51.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Triste Fadotrapped by Natalie ShauO silêncio tornou-se pedraNo clarão de uma noite escura,Num murmurar eternoDe um pranto suave e quase imperceptível.Ela sai à rua em busca de confortoNum desespero visível;A tristeza que traz no olharAssombra a promessa algures feita,Num tempo e num espaço só delaE que alguém furtou.De cabeça baixa e coração destroçadoAceita sem resignação o seu triste fado,Já </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114477899129937769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114477899129937769' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114477899129937769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114477899129937769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/04/triste-fado-trapped-by-natalie-shau-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114444872709542144</id><published>2006-04-07T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:30:05.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dispersão ... by lilaPerdi-me dentro de mimPorque eu era labirinto,E hoje, quando me sinto,É com saudades de mim.Passei pela minha vidaUm astro doido a sonhar.Na ânsia de ultrapassar,Nem dei pela minha vida... (...)Desceu-me n'alma o crepúsculo;Eu fui alguém que passou.Serei, mas já não me sou;Não vivo, durmo o crepúsculo.by: Mário de Sá Carneiro</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114444872709542144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114444872709542144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114444872709542144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114444872709542144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/04/disperso.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114432222332365713</id><published>2006-04-06T12:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T12:17:03.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lágrimas de CetimНоябрь- страшный месяц by Irene PakhomoffChora a tristeza em mim,Num eu tristeLágrimas de cetim.Um oceano negroAfaga pétalas vermelhas;Branca rosa,Espinhos ensanguentados,Sentimentos desfasadosNo mar de ondas sem sereias.Fábulas de encantarEmbalam o berço onde dormes;Não te adianta chorarNem cuspir no prato que comes.Tenho pensado em mimA viver comigo,Uma solidão com precedentes,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114432222332365713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114432222332365713' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114432222332365713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114432222332365713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/04/lgrimas-de-cetim-by-irene-pakhomoff.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114408433600351233</id><published>2006-04-03T16:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T18:24:05.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AnjoМикаин. Мой маленький ангел by OlegitoÉ só mais um momento em que a solidão se estende até ao último andar de um vulgar sentimento denominado desespero. A elevada altitude não a assusta, é apenas mais um convite entre tantos outros, uma promessa de conquistar a liberdade. Não tem nada a perder, nem mesmo a vida, que se terá já perdido algures entre a sanidade e a falta dela. A garrafa na mão,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114408433600351233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114408433600351233' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114408433600351233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114408433600351233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/04/anjo.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114391218234520297</id><published>2006-04-01T17:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T18:23:02.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um pensamento"A esperança é aquela coisa com penas que se empoleira na alma, e que canta a melodia sem palavras, e que nunca mais deixa de cantar..."by: Emily DickinsonBird by Чу.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114391218234520297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114391218234520297' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114391218234520297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114391218234520297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/04/um-pensamento-esperana-aquela-coisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114376762675823106</id><published>2006-03-31T01:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T02:32:36.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chamada PerdidaУже не важно ... by KengryCaiem pedras de granizo sobre as flores que plantaste num pequeno canteiro que chora a tua ausência; a chuva em forma de pequenas bolas de neve não disfarça a dor de que padecem. E eu também choro, porque não estás aqui, partiste um dia e não regressaste. Parece que foi ontem e, no entanto, já lá vão... (prefiro não recordar e imaginar que foi há pouco </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114376762675823106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114376762675823106' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114376762675823106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114376762675823106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/03/chamada-perdida.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114363699034547680</id><published>2006-03-29T13:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T02:43:32.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eternidade EfémeraA mon Maitre aime. by Dasha ZaytsevaÉ tempo de recordarO futuro do sonho,Sonhar com um passadoA dor de te amarNum inferno acordado.Vivo num paraíso adormecido:Belo, frágil, colorido.O teu beijo, doce e inocente,Torna a minha alma incandescente;Creio no impossívelDa possibilidade aparente,Mostro a faceta inatingívelDe um eu transparente.Corro na chuva friaEm busca de um sol </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114363699034547680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114363699034547680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114363699034547680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114363699034547680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/03/eternidade-efmera-mon-maitre-aime.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114346948563194599</id><published>2006-03-27T14:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:14:13.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não Vou Fugirбез названия для миши павловского by Виталий БахваловNão posso mais lutarContra o que sinto,Se sinto o que pensoVocê está sempre comigo.Não posso mais mentirEu tinha muito medoAgora sei que eu te queroConcerteza.Eu não vou fugirDessa vez não!Eu decidiTe amar assim.Eu não vou fingirDessa vez não!I don't wanna goYou know I love you.Eu quero te dizerQue este amor é mais forteDo que todo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114346948563194599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114346948563194599' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114346948563194599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114346948563194599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-vou-fugir-by-no-posso-mais-lutar.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114312700363442932</id><published>2006-03-23T14:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:16:43.726Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um Pensamento"Há uma vontade de encontrar e cantar a nosso própria canção, de estender pernas e braços e de os lançar numa dança tão louca, que nada deixe em descanso... Que desperte o anseio pela viagem solitária."by: Barbara Lazear Ascherwater element by Ascher </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114312700363442932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114312700363442932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114312700363442932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114312700363442932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/03/um-pensamento-h-uma-vontade-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114288298478124583</id><published>2006-03-20T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:13:29.726Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>* Ума by ISHWARAO tempo fez-me assim saudosista. Sinto saudade da pessoa que não fui, dos pensamentos que não tive, das palavras que não proferi, dos lugares que não visitei, do brilho dos teus olhos que não ouso embaciar. Esta saudade é vida em mim - um ser esquecido e perdido numa escuridão que se faz luz na tua radiosa presença. Vivo então um milagre, uma espécie de mentira que se assemelha à </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114288298478124583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114288298478124583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114288298478124583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114288298478124583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/03/by-ishwara-o-tempo-fez-me-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114271147048522887</id><published>2006-03-18T19:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T20:14:03.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Desilusão- by lilaSentimentos destroçadosLágrimas entaladasRisos que se fundemNuma alegria amargurada.O sonho chegou ao fim,Pertence a outrem,Não a mim;O desalento vence uma vez mais,A realidade está aqui,Tão nua e crua,Que faz doer.Dou um murro na mesa,Viro a página,Não estarei cá para verA minha própria decadência.Nada mais fará pararEsta determinação...Ninguém mais irá alicerçarA minha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114271147048522887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114271147048522887' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114271147048522887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114271147048522887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/03/desiluso-by-lila-sentimentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114254519606628106</id><published>2006-03-16T20:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T21:46:49.546Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não é Fácilmateria subtilis by Natalie ShauQuero te dizer que não tem sido fácilEsta vida para onde o destino me atirou,Este circulo de ferasQue faz de mim a besta temível,O animal insolente e sem coração;Fazer-te ver a minha posiçãoNem sempre é fácil,Porque faz de mim um serAinda mais incompreendidoPor todos, por mim.Para quê sorrir quando a alma chora?Para quê usar essa roupagemQuando a alma se</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114254519606628106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114254519606628106' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114254519606628106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114254519606628106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-fcil-materia-subtilis-by-natalie.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114243888043417671</id><published>2006-03-15T16:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:08:51.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Em Tiгендер by МессалинаCansada de me esconderEm mimRessurjo em tiE em ti revivoA vida que em mimPereceu.Em ti me sintoSentindo-te,Em ti me revejo,Vendo-te,Em mim - um não existirDe tiOnde persisto.Beijo-te,Beijando-meE desejandoHabitar o teu paraísoQue invado...As estrelas são os teus olhos,Luz que ilumina a escuridãoQue vem de mimE se funde em ti.Os meus segredosSão os teusQue ocultasEm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114243888043417671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114243888043417671' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114243888043417671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114243888043417671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/03/em-ti-by-cansada-de-me-esconder-em-mim_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114208288044404757</id><published>2006-03-11T13:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T13:31:36.396Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memórias RecalcadasCom apenas dois anos de idade o mundo parecia demasiado grande para albergar um coração tão pequenino e pensamentos que, com tempo, se tornaram nos meus maiores fantasmas e pesadelos... Apesar de recalcados estão cá e têm acompanhado o meu crescimento físico; como podes imaginar têm o tamanho certo, se é que existem certezas neste tipo de realidades.Cresci com uma única certeza</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114208288044404757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114208288044404757' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114208288044404757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114208288044404757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/03/memrias-recalcadas-com-apenas-dois_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114190751114402787</id><published>2006-03-09T12:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T13:14:53.816Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Ray"Ray Charles nasce na Albânia em 1932, uma pequena e pobre cidade do estado da Georgia. Ray fica cego aos 7 anos, logo após testemunhar a morte acidental do seu irmão mais novo. Inspirado por uma mãe dedicada e independente, que insiste que ele deve traçar o seu próprio percurso na vida, Ray encontra o seu dom artístico no teclado de um piano. Fazendo um circuito através do sudeste, vai </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114190751114402787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114190751114402787' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114190751114402787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114190751114402787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/03/ray-ray-charles-nasce-na-albnia-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114149617563332182</id><published>2006-03-04T17:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-04T18:19:44.516Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interrogo-me...E se o mundo fosse perfeito: se não existisse dor, miséria, descriminação, injustiça... será que mesmo assim seríamos totalmente felizes? Mais, será que daríamos valor à felicidade-em-si, ou viveríamos numa frustração permanente por apenas conhecermos o lado bom da vida? Será que lhe daríamos o seu real valor?by: Adriana Leitedeep autumn by Evgeniy Shaman</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114149617563332182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114149617563332182' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114149617563332182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114149617563332182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/03/interrogo-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114129735682831674</id><published>2006-03-02T10:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-04T18:31:41.103Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Munich"Em Setembro de 1972, um ataque terrorista sem precedentes foi mostrado ao vivo para 900 milhões de telespectadores no mundo todo, tendo-se desdobrado numa nova terrível táctica de violência imprevisível. Decorria a segunda semana das Olimpíadas de Munique, na Alemanha Ocidental, tendo os jogos o nome de "Olimpíadas da Paz e da Alegria". De repente, sem aviso nenhum, um grupo extremista </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114129735682831674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114129735682831674' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114129735682831674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114129735682831674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/03/munich-em-setembro-de-1972-um-ataque.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114121512869350605</id><published>2006-03-01T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T13:29:20.643Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I Cried For You"A brisa da manhã,Afável e suave,Trouxe a doce memóriaDa tua marcante presençaNuma vida onde não mais respiras,Numa dimensão que deixou de ser tua.Este belo recordarSerá uma constantePor mais que te pareçaQue eu esteja distante.by: Adriana LeiteYou're beautiful so silentlyIt lies beneath a shade of blueIt struck me so violentlyWhen I looked at youBut others pass, they never pause,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114121512869350605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114121512869350605' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114121512869350605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114121512869350605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-cried-for-you-brisa-da-manh-afvel-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114105620923395267</id><published>2006-02-27T15:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:15:09.236Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S*O*L*I*D*Ã*OI've Been Down.... by Mitchell MillerEsse sentimentoQue nos faz sentirLonge do mundo,Das pessoas,Distante de tudoQuanto gostaríamosDe ter por perto...O sentimentoQue faz a alma gritarPor um lamentoTão próprio,Tão nosso,Tão presente...Este sentimentoQue pesa no peito,Como pedras ásperasQue pisamos descalçosNas ruas da amargura...Senti-lo é ir ao encontroDe nós mesmos,É crescerNum </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114105620923395267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114105620923395267' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114105620923395267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114105620923395267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/02/solido-ive-been-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114096492274355995</id><published>2006-02-26T14:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-26T14:47:18.366Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ler e Reflectir(...) O mundo em que vivemos está marcado pelo sofrimento. A nossa vida é amassada na dor, e mesmo quando não temos a impressão de estar a sofrer, sentimos uma insatisfação existencial.Desde o seu primeiro ensinamento, Buda tentou fazer-nos ver a realidade. A natureza do mundo é sofrimento, por isso é inútil esperar que a felicidade possa dele provir. Não são os objectos - todos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114096492274355995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114096492274355995' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114096492274355995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114096492274355995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/02/ler-e-reflectir.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114087903376326236</id><published>2006-02-25T13:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:21:33.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Proscénio_ by Мария LatnikDança comigo uma última vez.Olha para estes olhosInundados de água,Fonte de todos os meus sentimentos,Que reflecte as profundezasDa minha alma...O que nela vires guarda,Como se de um tesouro se tratasse,Para mais tarde recordares.Esta é uma dança única;O som que ouvesPerde-se na imensa atmosfera,Retém-no só para ti...De hoje em dianteAs lágrimas transformar-se-ãoNum </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114087903376326236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114087903376326236' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114087903376326236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114087903376326236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/02/proscnio-by-latnik-dana-comigo-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114063924540064409</id><published>2006-02-22T18:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:48:03.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma Pequena ReflexãoHá momentos nas nossas vidas em que vale a pena parar para reflectir.Escutar as palavras de Amor que a nossa alma sussurra aos nossos ouvidos torna-se imperativo.Sentirmo-nos em paz connosco próprios e com o mundo que nos circunda é uma missão difícil, mas acredito que cada um de nós consegue realizar se assim o desejar.by: Adriana Leite... by Трагедия </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114063924540064409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114063924540064409' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114063924540064409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114063924540064409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/02/uma-pequena-reflexo-h-momentos-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114027429446979662</id><published>2006-02-18T14:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:48:59.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anel de fogomemoirs by Natalie ShauAbraça-me,Abraça-me como se o mundoFosse acabar amanhã,Porque a minha vida sem tiÉ como um corpo sem alma,É uma criança abandonadaSuspensa por um choro aterradorQue escutoE não pára.Agarra-me com força,Não me deixes ir,Levada pela onda giganteDe um mar iradoOnde me afogoNuma tristeza sem fim,Num tormento assombrosoE não te ouço dizer "sim"Esperança que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114027429446979662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114027429446979662' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114027429446979662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114027429446979662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/02/anel-de-fogo-memoirs-by-natalie-shau.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-114017896674822538</id><published>2006-02-17T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-17T13:43:16.973Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para ReflectirEspalha a felicidade à tua volta - divide o "mal" pelas aldeias.Toma nota da tua infelicidade num diário e guarda-o para o momento em que te sentires suficientemente forte para o confrontar.O único falhanço está em não tentar mais.Se o teu medo te torna infeliz, tenta fazer as coisas que temes - um temor conquistado é felicidade obtida.(in "Mil Caminhos para a Felicidade" de David </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/114017896674822538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=114017896674822538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114017896674822538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/114017896674822538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/02/para-reflectir-espalha-felicidade-tua.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-113968653749559992</id><published>2006-02-11T19:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:50:10.043Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Labirinto da dordreams By: ankit aggarwalCopyright ©2006A dor bateuNo fundoSem fundoE mergulhouNo negro oceanoDa lágrima incolor.A semente da razãoGerminou murchaNo terreno fértilDa injustiça;As tuas palavrasCortaram,Como lâminas,A felicidadeDe um só momentoQue se esvaiu em sangueE morreu...Não consegui estancarA hemorragia.A dor funde-se agoraNo conformismo marado,Num brilho baço...E o sonho,O</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/113968653749559992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=113968653749559992' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113968653749559992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113968653749559992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-labirinto-da-dor-dreams-by-ankit.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-113958624860170498</id><published>2006-02-10T15:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:50:59.616Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorrio, Choro ... Choras, Sorrismystère By: Claude TenotCopyright ©2005Se hoje o meu sorrisoChora a tua ausência,As minhas lágrimasSorriem a uma vidaRecheada de desafios...Enfrento os meus diasCom algum receioE uma força positivaÀ misturaQue me diz para não desistir,Para seguir em frente.Se ontem o meu coraçãoEra um projecto de vida em pedaçosPerdidos no nada,Hoje renasceE bate forte,Muito forte </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/113958624860170498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=113958624860170498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113958624860170498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113958624860170498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/02/sorrio-choro_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-113914116323804380</id><published>2006-02-05T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-05T14:17:11.410Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Million Dollar Baby"Frankie Dunn (Clint Eastwood) foi agente e treinador de alguns dos melhores pugilistas, durante uma vida passada nos ringues de boxe.A lição mais importante que ele ensinou aos seus pugilistas rege a sua própria vida: acima de tudo, proteger-se a si próprio. Vivendo uma separação dolorosa da sua filha, há muito que Frankie não deixa ninguém aproximar-se de si. O seu único </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/113914116323804380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=113914116323804380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113914116323804380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113914116323804380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/02/million-dollar-baby-frankie-dunn-clint.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-113897743715092999</id><published>2006-02-03T14:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:51:48.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sonho ou Realidade?caught by death by Natalie ShauSensação estranha estaDe sonhar acordadaNum realismo oníricoEm que o sonhoSe confunde com a realidade.by: Adriana Leite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/113897743715092999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=113897743715092999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113897743715092999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113897743715092999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/02/sonho-ou-realidade-caught-by-death-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-113880419130800292</id><published>2006-02-01T14:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:52:55.730Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cordas Jezebel is dead by Natalie ShauLaços apertadosPassam a nósQue se repetemNum contorcionismo sádicoSem piedade;Cordas que atamA um destino imutável,Prendem incansáveisO que há de mais precioso num ser:A sua liberdade de decisão/acção.Assim me sinto...AtadaPresaImóvelA infelicidade e a frustraçãoTomam conta de mimComo uma mãe devotaA uma filha desprezível...Faço um esforçoPara não desatar o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/113880419130800292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=113880419130800292' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113880419130800292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113880419130800292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/02/cordas-jezebel-is-dead-by-natalie-shau.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-113858724140019168</id><published>2006-01-30T02:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:53:41.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acredito que...Não é necessário esperar a morte e uma nova oportunidade de reencarnação para recomeçarmos uma vida do zero... Cada momento poderá ser sempre um recomeço se assim o quisermos. Basta aprender com os erros passados e caminhar em direcção a um presente e a um futuro, desenhando frescas e positivaspegadas na estrada das nossas vidas.by: Adriana Leite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/113858724140019168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=113858724140019168' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113858724140019168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113858724140019168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/01/acredito-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-113846907945863772</id><published>2006-01-28T17:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-03T14:47:47.680Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para ReflectirÀs vezes tens de olhar pelo lado errado do telescópio.Tenta fazer aquilo que pensas que não és capaz de fazer. Prova a ti mesmo que estavas enganado.Permite-te ter algum tempo do teu dia para estares sozinho contigo mesmo.Sentires-te impaciente é um desperdício de energia. Aprende a compreender a razão para o atraso e descontrai-te - a raiva não vai apressar as coisas.(in "Mil </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/113846907945863772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=113846907945863772' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113846907945863772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113846907945863772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/01/para-reflectir-s-vezes-tens-de-olhar.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-113828118240052943</id><published>2006-01-26T11:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:55:46.996Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sem Título 26(Sun ray over Rainier by Long Nguyen)Invernos rigorosos e cruéis eram os meus diasNão existia harmonia, nem tão pouco esperança dentro de mimUsei o sonho como forma de ultrapassar a dorTrepei a montanha e tu estavas láIncrédula e receosa vi-me repousar num amanhecer sereno e radianteLembras? Eu não mais esqueci: a serenidade e a luz fazem parte de tiby: Adriana Leite(que esta data, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/113828118240052943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=113828118240052943' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113828118240052943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113828118240052943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/01/sem-ttulo-26-sun-ray-over-rainier-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-113801592462172072</id><published>2006-01-23T11:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:34:33.856Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para ReflectirGuarda tempo para sonhar - é como atrelar a tua carruagem a uma estrela.Guarda tempo para amar e ser amado - é privilégio dos deuses.Arranja tempo para olhar à volta - o dia é curto demais para ficares fechado.Arranja tempo para rir - É a música da alma.Antiga reza inglesa(Angel on the Middle East by Antoine Bonsorte)(in Sonhar! ter fé! de Helen Exley ) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/113801592462172072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=113801592462172072' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113801592462172072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113801592462172072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/01/para-reflectir-guarda-tempo-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-113768113261940409</id><published>2006-01-19T14:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:56:50.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Abismo (Alternative sunset at Koh Chang by Doeke Koedijk )O mar negro e ondulado,De espírito revolto e amargurado,Ofusca o brilho das estrelasQue choram sobre a sua triste miragem;Mergulho no abismo do oceano,E bem lá no fundo,Respiro purezaE alegremente sorrioPara as branquinhas conchasE verdes algas...Há luz, há vida,Há esperança aqui...Uma força estranha puxa-mePara o cimo das negras águasE eu</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/113768113261940409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=113768113261940409' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113768113261940409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113768113261940409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/01/abismo-alternative-sunset-at-koh-chang.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-113762484068810926</id><published>2006-01-18T22:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:57:40.213Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MalmequerLembro-me de um passado,Não muito distante,Em que a lua sorria,O sol brilhava,As flores bailavam,A neve cobria de brancoO negro dos meus sonhosE a chuva,Límpida e cristalina,Amolecia a pedraQue era o meu coração.Vejo-me a correr,Desvairada,Num campo repleto de malmequeres;O meu sorriso, pueril e inocente,Entoa o som da felicidadeQue vejo estampada no teu rosto,Um rosto marcado pelas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/113762484068810926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=113762484068810926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113762484068810926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113762484068810926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/01/malmequer-lembro-me-de-um-passado-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-113754103891413197</id><published>2006-01-17T23:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:01:10.600Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Voz do Coração(Madly in Love by Sue Anna Joe)Faz algo por ti próprioE a solidão diminuirá;Ocupa-te, não com aspectos banais,Mas com algo sério e urgente.Ama-te, como ninguém nunca te amouE verás que o amorCrescerá dentro de tiComo uma verdadeira fonteDe inesgotável riqueza.Dá um pouco de ti mesmo aos outrosNão em demasia,Na medida certa...'bate com a cabeça na parede',Não uma, nem duas, nem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/113754103891413197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=113754103891413197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113754103891413197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113754103891413197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/01/voz-do-corao-madly-in-love-by-sue-anna.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-113744806511378952</id><published>2006-01-16T21:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:01:55.633Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Complexo de Inferioridade(Inferiority Complex by Sue Anna Joe)O meu olhar,baço e cansado,reflecte a arrogância aparentede um ser inferior e amedrontadoque em mim habita.Sente-se pequeninodiante de um mundo medonho,de pessoas esbeltas e graciosas,diante da promiscuidade e crueldade,diante da frieza humana;esconde-se de tudo e de todosaté de si próprio,temendo a humilhaçãoem consequência de uma </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/feeds/113744806511378952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6253502&amp;postID=113744806511378952' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113744806511378952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253502/posts/default/113744806511378952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://almavazia.blogspot.com/2006/01/complexo-de-inferioridade-inferiority.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737748952083424730</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-6253502.post-113709306717719727</id><published>2006-01-12T18:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:02:55.283Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nada de maisE os dias passamE nada acontece;Vivo nesta apatia,Numa solidão profundaEsmagadora da esperança.Num mundo imperfeitoHostil me sintoCorrendo em direcçãoDa imperfeição do teu serQue esmaga, torcida,Espezinha o meu próprio orgulho.Serei eu digna de perdãoQuando o pecadoSe transforma em virtude,Num mal que a todos contamina?Serás tu a rosaDo meu terreno árido?Fará a vida sentido?Estarei </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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