<?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-5146636800088428842</id><updated>2011-06-20T18:04:30.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let your heart soar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146636800088428842/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I've chosen my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03150468092117877484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQMmJ70QMIA/TNrP695CakI/AAAAAAAAAIU/g-_lhuJhI94/S220/PB060147.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146636800088428842.post-903632546495407997</id><published>2011-06-20T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T18:04:30.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've um... seen this challenges for Tumblr and I was wondering, I can't wait all these days to do this fucking questions... I want to answer now! So I'm going to! Here! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they cooooooooome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Post 15 facts about yourself: You guys don't need 15, the one fact you need to know about myself is that I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Write about the best friends you’ve had over the years: Oh boy, okay... um, I have one that I know for 18 years, she has always been here for me. Like, always! I love her to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If you only had 24 hours to live, what would you want to do?: Visit NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Write about a period of time in your life where things seemed to be constantly going good: When I was like 5 years old. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Write about a period of time in your life where things were not so good: When I was born! :'(&lt;br /&gt;6) When was the last time you cried: Today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Upload a recent picture of you: Not doin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) How do you feel today?: Although I cried today, I feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to you?: Jeez, I really can't remember :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What’s the meanest thing anyone has ever said to you?: That I smelled when I didn't, they said just to make fun on me. Those bitches now can go fuck themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Write about the best day of your life: There are no day, I had so many with my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Write about the worst day of your life: When my grandparents died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What are your plans for the future? Far and near: Both far and near are to get the hell out o here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Post your favorite book, favorite movie, favorite band, and favorite food.: Book - On the Road. Movie - Exorcist. Band - 100 Monkeys! Food - Lasagna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Write about something you worry about a lot: Not able to make my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Upload a picture of your room and talk about your room. Nooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Bullet your day: I woke up at 12 pm, took a shower, had lunch, made exam, worried about it, got mad, had dinner, mom pissed me off, when to my friends house, laughed and now here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Post one confession/secret: I'm a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Write about your last birthday and how you plan to spend your upcoming birthday: We had dinner and went to see "Eclipse" *squee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) What did you eat today? Food, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) How has your life changed over the past year?: I learned a lot.&lt;br /&gt;22) What made you smile the most today?: Nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Describe what you spend most of your time on: Reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) How was your week been?: Boring, stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Write a letter to someone you miss. I'll do it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Write about something you once loved, but now despise: I can't name a few people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Where is somewhere you would want to visit?: USA!&lt;br /&gt;28) If you had three wishes, what would they be?: Live in USA, Have all the powers I wanted and be sexy!&lt;br /&gt;29) Write about any particular habits/mannerisms that you have: Chew my nails :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Where do you think you’ll be in 5 years?: United States of America married to a famous guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146636800088428842-903632546495407997?l=letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/903632546495407997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com/2011/06/hey-so-ive-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146636800088428842/posts/default/903632546495407997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146636800088428842/posts/default/903632546495407997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com/2011/06/hey-so-ive-um.html' title=''/><author><name>I've chosen my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03150468092117877484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQMmJ70QMIA/TNrP695CakI/AAAAAAAAAIU/g-_lhuJhI94/S220/PB060147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146636800088428842.post-3983083208240807073</id><published>2011-06-09T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T07:18:24.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Querido leitor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Agradeço por até teres tirado 5 minutos do teu tempo para leres aquilo que escrevo. A sério, obrigada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sabes, hoje tenho medo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Há dias que nós sentimos de tudo, cada um desses sentimentos numa certa dosagem, e hoje o medo controla-me. Terei razões para isso? Talvez, ou talvez não. O medo é por vezes irracional, talvez seja esse o caso. Mas, com o último dia de aulas, o alivio invade-te o espírito e a mente. Não estou a dizer que não me aconteceu, porque sim, passei por aquela sensação de alivio total, mas o medo foi mais forte e apoderou-se de mim quase instantaneamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Medo do que? De onde a vida me leva agora que este capitulo da minha vida foi encerrado. É o medo dos exames, o medo das candidaturas, de não ser boa o suficiente para entrar no que mais gosto... sim esse medo irracional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 style="text-align: justify;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"Mania de esperar que as coisas sejam dum jeito determinado, por isso a gente se decepciona e sofre."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Agora para outros assuntos... lembram-se daquele rapaz que falei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pois bem, hoje estivemos "juntos". Mais do género, temos amigos em comum e estávamos todos no mesmo grupo. Trocámos palavras, trocamos olhares... li nos seus olhos a estranheza que tem em relação a mim, mas não consegui não me sentir mal. Estava ali com ele, bastou para mim. Apesar do bater do meu coração e o pulsar do meu sangue, senti-me bem com ele, uma certa sensação de bem estar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O seu riso, o tom da sua voz, o sorriso que me arrepia e faz o meu coração bater mais forte. São estes momentos que por vezes penso que vale a pena. Mas a música "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now the one you once loved is leaving&lt;/span&gt;" tocava sem parar na minha cabeça. Imaginei o que poderia significar, para ti, para mim... Mas nada. Nada me veio à cabeça e apenas ali fiquei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tell me how I finally figured it out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; That now you're caught in the things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You said you'd never do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And now its starting to show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Like her skin fell out out of her clothes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; She's got a list of moves to make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Stay for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Because it was the first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Yeah it was the...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Stay on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Take your time lighting the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; When all is said and done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I bet you're covering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Is it a wonder you're lonely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Taking chances to feel again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I bet you never knew, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I bet you never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Stay for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Because it was the first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Yeah it was the...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Stay on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Suddenly, a cloud must have cut a hole in my head, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; When i was tangled all in your words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; How quick to forget, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; We are, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; With eyes unimpressed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You're sealing the conversations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And are you wondering how things could be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Just staring at the surface, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; When all the walls have tendencies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But it's not your fault when no one taught you how. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And now the one you once loved is leaving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You're so sure that I'd be just fine here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But you were surely just taking your own time dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146636800088428842-3983083208240807073?l=letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3983083208240807073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com/2011/06/querido-leitor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146636800088428842/posts/default/3983083208240807073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146636800088428842/posts/default/3983083208240807073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com/2011/06/querido-leitor.html' title=''/><author><name>I've chosen my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03150468092117877484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQMmJ70QMIA/TNrP695CakI/AAAAAAAAAIU/g-_lhuJhI94/S220/PB060147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146636800088428842.post-6463939403926074953</id><published>2011-06-07T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T06:43:34.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Querido Tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sabes aquela sensação que tens quando acabas o secundário, e pensas, "uau, esta é a última vez que iremos estar juntos como uma turma." e saberes que no fundo vocês nunca foram uma turma? A distancia que sentes dessas pessoas com quem conviveste durante 3 anos da tua vida. 3 dos mais marcantes anos da tua vida, e não sentires nada? É estranho para mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vejo turmas - unidas - a chorarem, a despedirem-se, a desejaram boa sorte para o futuro, e nós... ali, parados, divididos, murmurando uns entre outros, comentando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pois a essas pessoas vos digo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu estaria mentindo se dissesse que não vou ter saudades, tenho medo que nunca mais nos veremos e dizer: 'Lembras-te aquele dia na aula...' e rir até nos doer a barriga. Tenho medo que se esqueçam de mim, de todas as piadas que partilhámos, histórias, até as nossas discussões. Arrependo-me de nunca teremos sido tão próximos, nunca tirarmos fotos memoráveis, fizermos vídeos engraçados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nós podemos ter as nossas diferenças, mas estivemos juntos durante 3 anos. 3 longos anos. Nós crescemos juntos, encontrámos novos objectivos de vida, vimo-nos amadurecer. Estivemos lá nos bons e maus momentos, nas mudanças de humor, nas paixões... e tudo isso... desaparecerá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nós não somos a turma mais unida, e temos noção disso, mas éramos uma equipa. Não houve lágrimas, sorrisos, apenas dormência, porque eu sei que no fundo temos medo de dizer estas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"E se é verdade que o tempo não volta, também deveria ser verdade que os amigos não se perdem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Passando para uma conversa que não tem nada a ver, mas é relacionada, quero-vos perguntar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Como se esquece alguém que nunca foi vosso e sabes que nunca mais vais ver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não a sério, respondam porque eu não sei e já não aguento saber que posso vir a sofrer. Apenas do pensar que para o ano ele não vai lá estar todos os dias - é mais eu não estar cá - e deixar de ser aquela constante, aquela certeza que irei ver a cara dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Por agora não vou revelar quem ele é. Quando tiver certezas do que sinto, volto a falar. Por agora queria apenas respostas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146636800088428842-6463939403926074953?l=letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6463939403926074953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com/2011/06/querido-tu-sabes-aquela-sensacao-que.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146636800088428842/posts/default/6463939403926074953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146636800088428842/posts/default/6463939403926074953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com/2011/06/querido-tu-sabes-aquela-sensacao-que.html' title=''/><author><name>I've chosen my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03150468092117877484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQMmJ70QMIA/TNrP695CakI/AAAAAAAAAIU/g-_lhuJhI94/S220/PB060147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146636800088428842.post-7185431438067623629</id><published>2011-06-06T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T11:53:07.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Querido... seja quem for que esteja a ler isto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vou começar por uma frase que li hoje e que achei... apropriada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 style="text-align: justify;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;"Frágil  – você tem tanta vontade de chorar, tanta vontade de ir embora... Tanta  vontade de viajar para bem longe, romper todos os laços, sem deixar  endereço."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Às vezes durante os nossos dias rotineiros, nos sentimos aprisionados àquilo que um dia chamámos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de vida. Se for por aí, eu à muito que não tenho uma, à muito que não vivo. Sinto-me acorrentada àquilo que todos esperam que faça mas que ninguém compreende. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu já ando em "piloto automático" à anos, sempre aquilo e o outro, sempre as mesmas pessoas a dizerem sempre as mesmas coisas a fazerem as mesmas coisas - que por vezes magoam e não se dão conta - até ao dia em que só quero gritar 'Basta!'. Mas não sou capaz. Digo-me de forte, capaz de superar qualquer coisa. As pessoas que giram à minha volta já tem entranhadas nelas essa ideia. Então e se eu já não for capaz? Capaz de cooperar com esta rotina a sugar-me a energia, o espírito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 style="text-align: justify;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;"Sinto-me  terrivelmente vazio. Há pouco estive chorando, sem saber exactamente por  quê. Ás vezes odeio esta vida, estas paredes, essas caminhadas de casa  para a aula, da aula para casa, esses diálogos vazios, odeio até este  diário, que não existiria se eu não me sentisse tão só."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vejo-me a procurar algo em coisas materiais, apenas para...sentir. Sentir, imaginar, pensar que talvez valha a pena. Mas não vale. São coisas materiais, descartáveis, insignificantes em comparação àquilo que realmente importa. Mas aquilo que realmente procuro e sou incapaz de expressão em voz alta, não tenho. Sempre pensei que quando alguém se importa, se apercebem, mas eu não passo de sombra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sim, aquele tipo de sombra que quando vais a passear sozinho/a na rua e o sol te reflecte na parede ou no chão, e tu pensas para ti, "a minha sombra está sempre aqui.", mas só dás por ti a pensar nela quando estás sem ninguém. É engraçado que no meio disto tudo, consegui pensar no Peter Pan, quando a sombra dele foge e ele tem de a cozer aos pés. Talvez eu seja essa sombra, mas ao contrário da sombra do Peter Pan, eu sou capaz de fugir bem mais longe, tão longe que seja impossível de a encontrar.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas nem tudo muda ao ritmo que queremos, e o que nos resta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;é esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146636800088428842-7185431438067623629?l=letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7185431438067623629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com/2011/06/querido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146636800088428842/posts/default/7185431438067623629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146636800088428842/posts/default/7185431438067623629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letyourheartsoar.blogspot.com/2011/06/querido.html' title=''/><author><name>I've chosen my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03150468092117877484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQMmJ70QMIA/TNrP695CakI/AAAAAAAAAIU/g-_lhuJhI94/S220/PB060147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
