<?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-29811525</id><updated>2012-02-03T15:21:05.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Quería Pensar?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-5553218445230770323</id><published>2008-07-18T23:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:04:36.937+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TENHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/SIEGAxatn4I/AAAAAAAAABE/hir1HsZQJDI/s1600-h/saudadesDoFuturo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/SIEGAxatn4I/AAAAAAAAABE/hir1HsZQJDI/s200/saudadesDoFuturo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224463653061631874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tenho… Saudades do teu calor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Saudades do teu Sabor;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Saudades do teu olhar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Saudades do teu amar;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Saudades do teu coração&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;Saudades da tua emoção;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tenho sensação de saudades!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-5553218445230770323?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/5553218445230770323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=5553218445230770323' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/5553218445230770323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/5553218445230770323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2008/07/tenho.html' title='TENHO'/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/SIEGAxatn4I/AAAAAAAAABE/hir1HsZQJDI/s72-c/saudadesDoFuturo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-7575717815997058477</id><published>2007-07-22T13:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:04:37.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Pra&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/RqM95vWdRVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8tCOVLTK2uc/s1600-h/Pranto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089980066031289682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/RqM95vWdRVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8tCOVLTK2uc/s200/Pranto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nto……..Longínquo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Olhei-te e apaixonei-me,&lt;br /&gt;No horizonte magico do coração&lt;br /&gt;Eis o transcendem tal da paixão&lt;br /&gt;Onde o sentir me come!&lt;br /&gt;Querendo esperar o teu ser…&lt;br /&gt;Fintando o horizonte com o pranto&lt;br /&gt;Daquele longínquo momento!&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo chorar o céu com o meu canto…&lt;br /&gt;Não deixes para depois,&lt;br /&gt;Aquele amor de nós dois!&lt;br /&gt;Queira acordar ao teu redor&lt;br /&gt;Guardar o teu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo tudo levou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-7575717815997058477?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/7575717815997058477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=7575717815997058477' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/7575717815997058477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/7575717815997058477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2007/07/pranto.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/RqM95vWdRVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8tCOVLTK2uc/s72-c/Pranto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-7683646183158006940</id><published>2007-05-27T22:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:04:37.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/RlnwHdW0ZxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0h7_EO6E4DQ/s1600-h/AO+PARTIRIMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069346866512291602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="214" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/RlnwHdW0ZxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0h7_EO6E4DQ/s320/AO+PARTIRIMG.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AO PARTIR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ao Partir Senti Dor,&lt;br /&gt;Por Te Deixar!&lt;br /&gt;Ao recordar o teu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Não deixo de chorar&lt;br /&gt;Ao lembrar teu toque,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o aroma do céu&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentir os teus beijos,&lt;br /&gt;Vi que foste meu!&lt;br /&gt;Ao recordar tua voz,&lt;br /&gt;Voam meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Ao sonhar com teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo nossos momentos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fonte Imagem: Photo.net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-7683646183158006940?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/7683646183158006940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=7683646183158006940' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/7683646183158006940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/7683646183158006940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2007/05/ao-partir-ao-partir-senti-dor-por-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/RlnwHdW0ZxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0h7_EO6E4DQ/s72-c/AO+PARTIRIMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-15458949747668427</id><published>2007-04-28T01:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:04:37.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;El Querer de la Vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/RjKPLMzXGQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/abkio_cAMSw/s1600-h/imag+el+querer+de+la+vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058262754068470018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 489px" height="305" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/RjKPLMzXGQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/abkio_cAMSw/s320/imag+el+querer+de+la+vida.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;El querer de la vida&lt;br /&gt;Me corrumpe!&lt;br /&gt;Te reclamo a la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;Te busco en la cumbre&lt;br /&gt;Del sol, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pero ya no estas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Siento tu ausência&lt;br /&gt;En las transparentes sabanas&lt;br /&gt;De my mar!&lt;br /&gt;Quedam tus recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Al azar…&lt;br /&gt;De my alma!!!&lt;br /&gt;My corazón siente la añoranza&lt;br /&gt;De tus besos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pero ya no estas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Guarda el viento tu esência&lt;br /&gt;Las estrellas mys penas&lt;br /&gt;Le pedi a la luna tus sueños&lt;br /&gt;Al cielo tus secretos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pero ya no estas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Imagem fonte: Photo.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-15458949747668427?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/15458949747668427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=15458949747668427' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/15458949747668427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/15458949747668427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2007/04/el-querer-de-la-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/RjKPLMzXGQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/abkio_cAMSw/s72-c/imag+el+querer+de+la+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-7262352351471916845</id><published>2007-03-18T16:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:04:37.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/Rf1YZdVML6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/7P9ouKYG0oE/s1600-h/querer+imag+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043284352118304674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/Rf1YZdVML6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/7P9ouKYG0oE/s320/querer+imag+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tu querer me corrumpe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu mirada me mata,&lt;br /&gt;Tu sentir me traslada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.........Pues estoy! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corrumpida por tu mirada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trasladada por tu sentir,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Asi vivo en las sendas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De la vida…..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fonte Image: Imagenes Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-7262352351471916845?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/7262352351471916845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=7262352351471916845' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/7262352351471916845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/7262352351471916845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2007/03/querer.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/Rf1YZdVML6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/7P9ouKYG0oE/s72-c/querer+imag+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-5035946762707477074</id><published>2007-02-25T12:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:04:37.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>....Visteme...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/ReF7h6WmeQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EGoMvvC2xpA/s1600-h/visteme+imag.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035441680906877186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/ReF7h6WmeQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EGoMvvC2xpA/s320/visteme+imag.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visteme despacio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que estoy apurada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esperando desnuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tu fria mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;En el espacio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De my mente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me serena calidamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mientras te espero, desespero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;En la arena del silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Creiendo en tu alma reflejada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;En el cristal de otoño....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte imagem: Imagens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-5035946762707477074?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/5035946762707477074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=5035946762707477074' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/5035946762707477074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/5035946762707477074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2007/02/visteme.html' title='....Visteme...'/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqWVUwS6PCk/ReF7h6WmeQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EGoMvvC2xpA/s72-c/visteme+imag.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-116855481586879136</id><published>2007-01-11T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:35:33.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5259/3185/1600/571092/imag%20alma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5259/3185/320/124691/imag%20alma.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O luar levou-me a Alma,&lt;br /&gt;A agonia minha calma,&lt;br /&gt;O olhar o desejo,&lt;br /&gt;O sentir meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;Cantado ao Vento…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fonte Imagens: Imagens Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-116855481586879136?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/116855481586879136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=116855481586879136' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116855481586879136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116855481586879136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2007/01/foi.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-116562799996712246</id><published>2006-12-09T02:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T02:36:05.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5259/3185/1600/887042/imag%20perdite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="89" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5259/3185/200/142353/imag%20perdite.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdi-te….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como passou…mas, perdi-te,&lt;br /&gt;Do meu horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;No longe espaço, deixei-te,&lt;br /&gt;Fugir do metafísico!&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar, voltei-te,&lt;br /&gt;Contra minha essência, acordei-te,&lt;br /&gt;Com o pranto da alma, recordo-te,&lt;br /&gt;A brilhar a mente, ofuscando-te,&lt;br /&gt;Com o meu sorriso, vendo-te,&lt;br /&gt;Chegar……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Imagem Fonte: Imagens Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-116562799996712246?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/116562799996712246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=116562799996712246' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116562799996712246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116562799996712246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/12/perdi-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-116346880046729518</id><published>2006-11-14T02:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:49:06.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/img%20a%20sombra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/img%20a%20sombra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Sombra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A sombra da minha capa!&lt;br /&gt;Traz com ela sombra vivida&lt;br /&gt;Agonia, do nada sentida,&lt;br /&gt;Alguma lembrança recordada,&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos esperados, perdidos…&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fonte Imagen: Imagens Google&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-116346880046729518?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/116346880046729518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=116346880046729518' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116346880046729518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116346880046729518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/11/sombra-sombra-da-minha-capa-traz-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-116233419350630345</id><published>2006-10-31T23:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T23:36:33.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/imagem%20elasticos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/imagem%20elasticos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Elásticos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras levadas pelo vento,&lt;br /&gt;Os olhares perdidos na noite,&lt;br /&gt;Os pensamentos esquecidos de um momento,&lt;br /&gt;E a essência enganada num breve sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Num sentir tão intenso mas tão curto&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que curto, sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Sentido no engano de ser falso e inexistente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fonte Imagens: Imagens Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-116233419350630345?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/116233419350630345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=116233419350630345' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116233419350630345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116233419350630345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/10/elsticos-as-palavras-levadas-pelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-116160875923353391</id><published>2006-10-23T15:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T15:05:59.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/imah%20leva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/200/imah%20leva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Leva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sopra levemente as magoas de meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Leva para longe meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Que outrora aqui esteve tão&lt;br /&gt;Perto, tão meu, tão teu, tão nosso.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa apenas o rastro de um momento&lt;br /&gt;Esquecido entre as brumas do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Entre os dedos tocados, sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;Leva contigo o sentirA essência dos meus sentidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Fonte Imagem: Imagem Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-116160875923353391?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/116160875923353391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=116160875923353391' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116160875923353391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116160875923353391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/10/leva-sopra-levemente-as-magoas-de-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-116160120918387643</id><published>2006-10-23T12:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:00:09.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ausênsia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/imag%20de%20alma%20vazia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/200/imag%20de%20alma%20vazia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;De alma vazia&lt;br /&gt;Espero tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;Sentada ouvindo o som da chuva.&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me esperar,&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me sentir esta agonia!&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#003300;"&gt;Fonte Imagem: Imagens Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-116160120918387643?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/116160120918387643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=116160120918387643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116160120918387643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116160120918387643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/10/ausnsia-de-alma-vazia-espero-tua.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-116160081584695160</id><published>2006-10-23T12:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:02:23.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/IMG%20vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/200/IMG%20vento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O VENTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento agita as arvores,&lt;br /&gt;Tal como tu os pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;Ele leva as nuvens carregadas,&lt;br /&gt;Não de chuva, mas sim de palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que perdem pelas ditas montanhas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333300;"&gt;Fonte Imagem: Imagens Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-116160081584695160?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/116160081584695160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=116160081584695160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116160081584695160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116160081584695160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-vento-o-vento-agita-as-arvores-tal.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-116153817426877408</id><published>2006-10-22T19:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:29:34.280+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/imag%20passado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/200/imag%20passado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amei-te como nunca amei Ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;Adorei-te como tantas vezes adorei a Lua,&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi-te como ouvia a Alma,&lt;br /&gt;Chorei-te como chora um Rio,&lt;br /&gt;Esperei-te como elas esperam as Folhas,&lt;br /&gt;Segui-te como as borboletas seguem o Sol,&lt;br /&gt;Senti-te como a terra sente a Chuva,&lt;br /&gt;Odiei-te como o fogo odeia a Terra,&lt;br /&gt;Olhei-te como o cavalo olha a Liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;Beijei-te como o vento beija o Campo,&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci-te como a neve que vai esmorecendo pelas Montanhas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;Fonte Imagens: Imagens Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-116153817426877408?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/116153817426877408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=116153817426877408' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116153817426877408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116153817426877408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/10/passado-amei-te-como-nunca-amei-ningum.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-116122582498303792</id><published>2006-10-19T04:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T04:45:41.896+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So para ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/pensamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/pensamento.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ua oculta na sabedoria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ndante no pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;luminando de alegria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;onhos de um momento....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fonte Imagem: Imagens Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-116122582498303792?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/116122582498303792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=116122582498303792' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116122582498303792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116122582498303792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-para-ti.html' title='So para ti...'/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-116122530014294781</id><published>2006-10-19T04:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T04:35:00.143+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/imag%20nao%20??"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/imag%20nao%20%3F%3F%20lugar%20para%20o%20amor.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há lugar para o Amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Não há lugar para o Amor? A nossa sociedade exclui essa parte da vida!&lt;br /&gt;Tenta exclui-lo dado que não consegue encontrar e é mais fácil encontra-se o sexo…&lt;br /&gt;A sociedade começa a ter medo do sofrimento não apenas por já ter sofrido mas sim porque tem medo, tem receio do enfrentar.&lt;br /&gt;E já não há lugar para o Amor, deixamo-lo de lado é preferível, não pensar, deixa-lo á margem e já agora deixa-lo ir como a água de um rio….&lt;br /&gt;Não temos tempo para o romantismo, para o querer, para o nosso sentir, para o desejar oculto do ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;É mais simples excluir e farto de repetir excluir mas sim!!&lt;br /&gt;Na nossa vida temos tempo para prejudicar o outro, temos tempo para beber uns copos, mas que tempo, diria espaço porque é o espaço que interessa e ocupa o nosso ser seja consciente ou o nosso subconsciente.&lt;br /&gt;O dia que resolvermos criar espaço para amar o Amor seremos e teremos a capacidade na realidade de ser realmente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Então existira lugar para o Amor….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fonte Imagem:Imagens Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-116122530014294781?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/116122530014294781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=116122530014294781' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116122530014294781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/116122530014294781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-h-lugar-para-o-amor-no-h-lugar-para_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115909452390720161</id><published>2006-09-24T12:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:58:14.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...Manhã....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/manh??"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 58px" height="219" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/manh%3F%3F%20imag.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nesta&lt;/span&gt; manhã fresca....cheia de neblina....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nesta&lt;/span&gt; manhã onde o sol tem medo de dizer olá....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nesta&lt;/span&gt; manhã onde a brisa fresca faz arrepiar a mente,cálida e serena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nesta&lt;/span&gt; manhã em que o piar dos pássaros se torna raro....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nesta&lt;/span&gt; manhã em que as montanhas estão cortadas a meio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nesta&lt;/span&gt; manhã que parece terlintar a chuva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nesta&lt;/span&gt; manhã que a vida se vai por uns segundos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nesta&lt;/span&gt; manhã te digo bom dia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;appolossa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663333;"&gt;Imagens Fonte: Imagens Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115909452390720161?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115909452390720161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115909452390720161' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115909452390720161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115909452390720161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/09/manh.html' title='...Manhã....'/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115888538214870066</id><published>2006-09-22T02:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T02:36:22.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/imag%20querer%20amar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/imag%20querer%20amar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Querer Amar….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero amar e preciso amar……&lt;br /&gt;Esta é aquela expressão que por vezes escutamos de nosso coração ou de nosso subconsciente!&lt;br /&gt;A necessidade que o ser Humano tem em se sentir amado e desejado é estrondosa para não dizer medonha….&lt;br /&gt;Tal como a necessidade que este tem em amar alguém!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas existe sempre um mas, por de traz de isto tudo dado que existe a magoa ou a dor de algo perdido o que nos leva muitas vezes a não estar preparados para amar.&lt;br /&gt;Ou simplesmente para sermos amados…..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Será obrigatório estar preparado para amar e ser amado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Por vezes a tentativa de amar alguém sem esquecer a dor ou na hipótese de tapar a dor com um novo amor pode complicar ou aprofundar essa dor, mágoa!!!&lt;br /&gt;E o sofrimento aumenta, atormenta-nos….&lt;br /&gt;E volta novamente a assombração de passado, dos falhados e a ruína sentimental inicia-se novamente….&lt;br /&gt;Começa a queda do castelo, começa a cair cada pedra lentamente levantada.&lt;br /&gt;Cada bocadinho parte sem saber para onde…..&lt;br /&gt;Alternativamente existem casos em que um novo amor resolve um amor mal resolvido…e leva para longe os desaires de um mal sucedido e trás com ele a alegria novamente de viver, de respirar, de sorrir, de cantar…de dançar!!!Onde o sonhe começa a existir novamente…e inicia-se uma nova vida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que fazer…amar ou não amar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagen Fonte:Imagens Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115888538214870066?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115888538214870066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115888538214870066' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115888538214870066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115888538214870066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/09/querer-amar.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115886133080645239</id><published>2006-09-21T19:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T02:37:34.593+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/homem%20mag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/homem%20mag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...Homens!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Os homens dizem os nós mulheres que são todos iguais mas, não vivemos sem eles…..&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade precisamos por vezes de pujança e são eles que nos a transmitem, por vezes esse sentir!&lt;br /&gt;Queremos ficar bonitas para eles, mas na verdade vêm um rabo de saia e lá vai a beleza…&lt;br /&gt;Beleza exterior para que? É como uma árvore! O melhore esta por dentro e não por fora…&lt;br /&gt;Mas nós pessoas teimamos em procurar e ligar apenas ao exterior.&lt;br /&gt;Por quê o exterior, este é efémero, tão falso, tão enganador e tão triste que por vezes leva a grandes armadilhas.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade não podemos viver sem os homens….raça “esquemungada”!&lt;br /&gt;O homem é uma moeda, um ser de duas faces, tanto transmite felicidade como pode transmitir dor. Tanto uma como outra são sentimentos fortes mas puramente antagónicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Homens deitamo-los fora e vamos busca-los..será verdade???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imgem Fonte: Imgens Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115886133080645239?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115886133080645239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115886133080645239' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115886133080645239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115886133080645239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115723725484511467</id><published>2006-09-03T00:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T00:47:34.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/img%20humilhacao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/img%20humilhacao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!Ser Superior??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser superior dá-nos o poder de…..observar os outros de uma forma distinta &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;“ de cima para baixo”&lt;/span&gt; , danos o poder de pisar o ser que precisa!&lt;br /&gt;Por sua vez ter poder confere-nos o sabor de humilhar o que debaixo de nós se encontra, ver sofrer o outro essa sensação confere-nos ainda mais poder!&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que precisam de ajuda e só nos podemos fazer alguma coisa, sentir que os outros&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; rastejam&lt;/span&gt; por nós.&lt;br /&gt;O ser superior não nos dá o poder sobre qualquer ser, em nenhum aspecto, porque cada ser tem sua vida própria e a sua dignidade.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente usufruir do poder ou da &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;posição social&lt;/span&gt; para magoar os outros não é uma atitude digna de um ser humano ou que se lhe possa atribuir o vocábulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Na vida a superioridade não é tudo mas sim a personalidade.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Imagem Fonte: Imagens Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115723725484511467?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115723725484511467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115723725484511467' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115723725484511467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115723725484511467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/09/ser-superior-ser-superior-d-nos-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115719435693353000</id><published>2006-09-02T12:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T13:02:48.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/imag%20noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/imag%20noite.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;N&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oite como tantas outras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nde levas contigo o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nconsciente romance de um acaso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;riste...sentimento que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;smorece na recordação,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;stonteante de um dia inusitado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115719435693353000?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115719435693353000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115719435693353000' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115719435693353000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115719435693353000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/09/noite-noite-como-tantas-outras-onde.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115688258885312886</id><published>2006-08-29T22:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T22:30:01.143+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/sexo.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/sexo.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Internet…y &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…el…..Sexo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Enhorabuena aquella que logra entrar en Internet y salir de ella sin sexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Si es verdad, amigos míos en los días que pasan es lo más usual&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;….&lt;/span&gt;entrar en un aula de CHAT y buscar un compañero o compañera&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;….&lt;/span&gt;sea esto heterosexuales, Gays o Lesbianas, o los famosos Tríos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lo primero que te preguntan es tu sexo, después va tu edad de donde estas tecleando y así empieza todo.&lt;br /&gt;Las preguntas son mutuas y lo que interesa apenas es tu talla se sujetador y de tus bragas&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si vas bien te preguntan como eres de largo y de ancho&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;y si te encuentras apta o apto…pues ya tienes una cita&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;si una cita a siegas&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O si tienes prisa pues hasta te puedes encontrar con un strip en Internet.&lt;br /&gt;Pues aquí en Internet mucha gente cuenta sus infidelidades, sus caprichos o sus deseos pero ocultos y a su vez también sus fantasías sexuales&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después tienes la cita en que poco se habla pero que mucho se hace, si se va a casa de uno o de otro o a un hotel&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;y después&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;a tu casita te vas si à tu casa como si nada fuera y como si nada.&lt;br /&gt;Y claro se vuelve a lo mismo y presupuesto es una bolita de nieve&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero nos olvidamos de las personas que buscan en Internet apenas una amistad, donde pueden ir estas? Porque los otros son como parasitas! Si es verdad si no vos fiáis comprobar-lo vosotros mismos&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Imagen Fuente: imagenes Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115688258885312886?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115688258885312886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115688258885312886' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115688258885312886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115688258885312886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/08/internety-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115619160285116876</id><published>2006-08-21T22:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:20:02.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/prazer%20img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/prazer%20img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;O Prazer …..Seduzir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Apenas o conhecia mas sentia a necessidade de o seduzir e de sentir que todos os homens me admiravam e me tentavam....Este é por vezes o pensamento de muitas mulheres e cada vez mais, mas sempre foi o pensamento de muitos e muitos homens...&lt;br /&gt;Prazer e sedução...mas será que o prazer é antecedido pela sedução ao podemos conjugar estes dois ao mesmo tempo quando começa o jogo?&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes aquele olhar, aquele sorriso sem maldade ja tras consigo a maldita sedução á qual nao estamos imunes!!&lt;br /&gt;Sedução esta que envolve, desperta e aguça a nossa libido...&lt;br /&gt;A quém lhe chame quimica...mas não nada disso!!!&lt;br /&gt;E esse maldito jogo que magoa quem menos esperamos, por vezes nos propios! Sim pois as vezes estamos jogando e de um passo para outro somos seduzidos pelo adversário...&lt;br /&gt;E agora como ficamos, como reagimos? Exposmos as cartas sobre a mesa, ou deixamo-nos levar..&lt;br /&gt;Ai o deixar levar por vezes tão bom mas tantas vezes contestado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Como é seduzir...apenas pelo prazer de um instante...? Ou seduzir para prolongar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115619160285116876?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115619160285116876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115619160285116876' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115619160285116876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115619160285116876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-prazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115610463166045953</id><published>2006-08-20T21:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:13:35.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/ser%20fiel%20imag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/ser%20fiel%20imag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Ser Fiel!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que será que querem dizer apenas esta letrinhas???????&lt;br /&gt;Bem! será aquilo em que é a dedicação exuberante ao nosso cônjuge, ou estaremos a ser radicalistas....&lt;br /&gt;Para ser fiel teremos de deixar de olhar para os outros, de observar os outros.&lt;br /&gt;O que está em questão não se trata apenas do ser fiel a alguém, mas sim a nos propios por vezes...coisa que muitas vezes não o somos e se o não somos connosco como o poderemos ser para com os outros?&lt;br /&gt;Será que se trata apenas de um sentimento ou envolve algo mais.&lt;br /&gt;Porque na realidade muitas vezes amamos uma pessoa e depois vamos com outra para a cama.&lt;br /&gt;Reiterando a questão anterior, pode-se dizer que a ultima se apenas se executou por prazer nao houve traição...será que fomos fieis? Porque na realidade o semtimento ficou com a pessoa que amamos e o prazer com aquela atração momentânea... Não?&lt;br /&gt;Podá-se considerar infedilidade...&lt;br /&gt;Neste caso estariamos a ser infieis com o nosso ser, com o nosso sentir....que raio...&lt;br /&gt;O fiel dos dias de hoje ja não é o fiel de antigamente...por sisso esta adapatação...antes havia penas o lugar de dois!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje são multiplos os que existem numa relação...e noção do valor fidelidade e ser-se fiel teve uma mutação terrivel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Como será ser fiel nos dias de hoje?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;imagem fonte: iamgens google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115610463166045953?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115610463166045953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115610463166045953' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115610463166045953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115610463166045953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115609871939270490</id><published>2006-08-20T20:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T20:45:30.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O fim ... a Morte!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/o%20fim%20imag.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="90" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/o%20fim%20imag.0.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O fim... a Morte!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O fim&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;será que estamos preparados para o fim? Para o nosso fim ou melhor dizendo, para a morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Segundo dizem o nosso corpo minutos antes vai-se preparando minuciosamente e  quando partimos partimos sem dor&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ou seja o momento final como diz o nosso Pedro Abrunhosa esse, esse é sem dor&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;será assim tão linear?&lt;br /&gt;Afinal todos os dias morremos&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; Segundo se diz as nossas celulas vão suicidando-se diariamente atravez do processo Apoptose, que dizer aquilo que vulgarmente chamamos de envelhecimento&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas e o antes, o antes de morrer, sim aquelas horas em que estamos ali muitas vezes dependentes de&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quanto nao custa estas horas&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;.este sofrimento, esta angústia sentida&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Será que por sua vez os sentimentos também morrem ou envelhecem&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Serás que também vão comodamente deixando de se fazer notar&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Como será&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Que se verá quando por fim fechamos os nossos olhos para o tal sono que nunca mais tem fim, ou tem&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existirá vida&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Será que os nossos sentimentos morreram, como ficará o nosso sentir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existirá veramente o fim....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Imagem Fonte: Imagens Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115609871939270490?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115609871939270490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115609871939270490' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115609871939270490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115609871939270490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-fim-morte.html' title='O fim ... a Morte!!!'/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115489713577846529</id><published>2006-08-06T22:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:45:35.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/Suicidio3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/Suicidio3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Suicídio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias de hoje é frequente ouvir dizer &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;“ eu ja tentei o suicidio...”,&lt;/span&gt; palavras estas ditas tanto por jovens como por pessoas com mais alguma experiência.&lt;br /&gt;Mas afinal o que quer dizer isto&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Ou melhor dizendo, porque tentam os nossos jovens de hoje o suicidio&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual será a grande questão, que os leva a fazer tal acto&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Que para uns é considerado de cobardia e para outros un acto de corajem enfrentarem a própia morte&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Será o amor, a beleza, a exclusão social, a droga, alcoolismo,a pressão&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;que mais&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Será por vezes um momento de loucura na qual estamos envolvidos de tal maneira em que não vemos qualquer saida? Ou será a unica saida e o caminho mais facil&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas, mas não devemos crucificar quem tal acto o comete! Pois não sabemos que sente esse ser nesse preciso instante, que magoa acareta, que desilusão alimenta dulurosamente.&lt;br /&gt;Oportunamente será a saida mais rapida para o termino da dor que os acompanha e que essencialmente teima em acompanhar por vida&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal como o conceito ratifica, podrá ser a má administrtação do nosso ser que leve ao suicidio, a má organização do nosso sentir, das nossas desilusões, das nossas tristezas que leva o nosso subconsciente a tal ruina que tama conta de nos e &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;....voamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Como poder entender o suicidio tanta vez cometida por gente nova como pela nossa juventude mais vivida....&lt;br /&gt;Será que nos cançamos de viver&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;....a vida ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Afinal ficamos em que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Imagem Fonte: Imagens Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115489713577846529?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115489713577846529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115489713577846529' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115489713577846529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115489713577846529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/08/suicdio-nos-dias-de-hoje-frequente.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115402907610284549</id><published>2006-07-27T21:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T23:46:17.720+02:00</updated><title type='text'>As Arvores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/images%20como%20ser%20a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/images%20como%20ser%20a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Como Será?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Observando uma arvore numa bela tarde solarenta e com algum vento, veio o pensamento de....&lt;br /&gt;Uma arvore vais crescendo, criando raizes, tem folhas e estas nascem caem e sei la...&lt;br /&gt;Já pensaste qual a sensação da arvore ao perder uma folha, ou quando lhe caem as goticolas da chuva quando chove?&lt;br /&gt;Será como perder um filho, ou como perder algo? Porque elas são seres vivos, elas apanham sol, chuva, estão sujeitas as erosões e ninguém se preocupa com isso.&lt;br /&gt;É um ser vivo e será que ele tem sentimentos, será que tem frio no inverno? Será que também amam? Como pensaram estes seres, porque o cão nos sabemos ele é irracional mas e as arvores, e as flores, são seres vivos que nos matamos sem ter dó nem piedade apenas porque nos apetece....&lt;br /&gt;Como será? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115402907610284549?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115402907610284549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115402907610284549' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115402907610284549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115402907610284549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-arvores.html' title='As Arvores'/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115368689379371120</id><published>2006-07-23T22:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:34:53.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/images%20diferen??as.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/images%20diferen%3F%3Fas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.......A diferença........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não s eentende a “biodiversidade” exiztente nos humanos. Pensando melhor mais bem será a confusão e mais uma vez voltamos há preferencia do Ser!&lt;br /&gt;?Porque temos preferencias?&lt;br /&gt;Somo obrigados a fazer escolhas, oq ue nos leva a magoar o outro ser, sem pudor. Mas depois arrependemo-nos daquilo que fazemos.&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez queremos voltar atrás, mas não podemos!...&lt;br /&gt;Que graça! Dai a biodiversidade tão grande!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso tudop se gasta.&lt;br /&gt;Mas oq ue nos leva a dizer que esta opção é melhor que esta ou que outra. Será a atracçaão sentida? Serão os nossos principios ou a ideia de aventura?&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes reina mais a ideia de aventurano inicio (..), mas pouco depois surgem os principios normais que cada um tem e alimenta, sustenta!&lt;br /&gt;Será isso ou a sede de viver? Sede essa que engasga, que atropela golo por golo engolido.&lt;br /&gt;Entendeis o que são estes golos, não entendeis?&lt;br /&gt;Quando não somos o suficientemente bons ou não preenchemos os requisitos todos!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Essa sensação de vazio é tão grande, esse sentimento de minoridade, inferioridade.&lt;br /&gt;Vazio dificil de preencher que nem as lagrimas preenchem e o estranho não entende nem ajuda....&lt;br /&gt;Dor incessante que vais dando algum espaço para respirar ou pelo menos para ir limpando essas lagrimas que não param de cair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagem fonte: imagens google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115368689379371120?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115368689379371120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115368689379371120' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115368689379371120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115368689379371120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115368146432246278</id><published>2006-07-23T20:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T21:08:29.090+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/images%20onde%20paras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/images%20onde%20paras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Onde Paras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde para sentimento esquesito, se te quiser chamar não sei como o eide fazer, porque nem sei como és!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Estranho que és um estranho&lt;/span&gt;, que te procuro por todo lado e não te encontro.&lt;br /&gt;Coisa esquesita!&lt;br /&gt;Deves ser fenomenal e grandioso porque coisas assim são dificeis de encontrar e descrever!&lt;br /&gt;Raro, perdido e tão escondido estás que eu não te consigo encontrar amigo (sentimento).&lt;br /&gt;Amigo nao podes ser sentimento porque me fazes sentir tanto mal. Mas afinal o que és?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Como te chamas sentimento?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Onde moras?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Como te encontro?&lt;/span&gt; É dificil conviver com coisas assim...sabias? Procuro por ti por todo lado, mas não te encontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Raro que és raro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fazes-me tornar bicho.&lt;br /&gt;Por tua culpa nao sei que sinto bicho.&lt;br /&gt;Torno-me animal ferido e doentio por algo que não sei se existe.&lt;br /&gt;Será que algum dia te encontro sentimento?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8/9/2004 Vera Marques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagem Fonte: Imagens Google&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/29811525-115368146432246278?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115368146432246278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115368146432246278' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115368146432246278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115368146432246278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/07/onde-paras-onde-para-sentimento.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115367980405305813</id><published>2006-07-23T20:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T20:36:44.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saber…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/images%20saber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saber viver implica, saber tolerar as facetas que a vida nos vai pregando&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregando nao com maldade mas sim com um grande sorriso para nos fortalecer, tanto interiormente como por fora. Tentando fazer o que a Natureza faz com as arvores:&lt;br /&gt;Bonitas na Primavera com uma casca grossa e resistente para se defenderem de seus inimigos apesar de apresentarem aquelas folhas bonitas e flores atractivas que seduzem o inimigo&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas que por vezes são o propio inimigo.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;perspicás&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Imagem fonte: imagens google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115367980405305813?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115367980405305813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115367980405305813' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115367980405305813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115367980405305813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/07/saber.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115357427923582206</id><published>2006-07-22T15:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:17:59.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Grande Poema....Florbela Espanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Este poema è dos meus preferidos e dedico-o a um jovem que gosta de poesia que è o Paul Fleming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser Poeta è ser mais alto,é ser maior&lt;br /&gt;Do que os homens! Moorder como quem beija!&lt;br /&gt;É ser mendigo e dar como quem seja&lt;br /&gt;Rei do Reino de Aquém e de Além Dor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter mil desejos o esplendor&lt;br /&gt;E não saber sequer o que se deseja!&lt;br /&gt;É ter cá dentro um astro que flamenga,&lt;br /&gt;É ter garras e asas de condor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter fome, é ter sede e infinito!&lt;br /&gt;Por elmo, as manhãs de oiro e de cetim...&lt;br /&gt;E condensar o mundo num s´s grito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é amar-te assim, perdidamente...&lt;br /&gt;É seres alma, e sangue, e vida em mim....&lt;br /&gt;E dizê-lo cantando a toda a gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Flor Bela Espanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115357427923582206?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115357427923582206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115357427923582206' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115357427923582206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115357427923582206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/07/grande-poemaflorbela-espanca.html' title='Grande Poema....Florbela Espanca'/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115349730531926579</id><published>2006-07-21T17:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T17:55:05.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/querer%20imag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/querer%20imag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Queria sentir, queria ser notada, queria ser sentida, principalmente queria ser amada! Ser reconhecida pelos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Porque a spessoas têm sentimentos de verdade, são seres com uma multiplicidade de modos de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Cada um tem um sentir diferente de cada outro...&lt;br /&gt;Será fundamental o sentir-se notado? Será de cerat forma isso o ponto exíme para a satisfação ou preenchimento pessoal oou será mais uma gloria????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem, fonte: imagens google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115349730531926579?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115349730531926579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115349730531926579' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115349730531926579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115349730531926579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/07/quera-queria-sentir-queria-ser-notada.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115348424980032475</id><published>2006-07-21T14:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T18:01:55.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/vera%20imag.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/vera%20imag.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;eradadeiramente apaixonada pelo estranho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;sperando sempre pelo alento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;epetido no entanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;travez de meu pensamento&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;imagem: fonte imagens do google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115348424980032475?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115348424980032475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115348424980032475' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115348424980032475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115348424980032475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/07/vera-veradadeiramente-apaixonada-pelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115318209260830931</id><published>2006-07-18T02:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:42:34.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cristina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ristaliana agua que corres &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/images1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/images1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;isonhamente pelas colinas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;mpondo tua afàvel cançao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;obre os grandes vales,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ristemente abandonados pelos seres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nfeizmente nao podes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ada fazer em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;quelas notas tristes&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115318209260830931?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115318209260830931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115318209260830931' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115318209260830931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115318209260830931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/07/cristina.html' title='Cristina'/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115318109015449740</id><published>2006-07-18T02:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T02:10:10.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quanto Custa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quanto custa un não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quanto custa uma porta fechada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quanto custa ouvir dizer um não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quanto custa uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;negação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Será que o Ser Humano não esta preparado para a negação ou para a dor que ela provoca........&lt;br /&gt;Pensando bem será mais o facto da dor e a variável do incontrolavel, porque o Ser Humano infelizmente não poded controlar a dor, pode sim preparar-se para ela; ou seja, pode preparar-se para ouvir um não, mas nao pode evitar a dor, isso ele nao pode!!!&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente o Ser Humano ainda não se encontra munido da capacidade de não sofrer!&lt;br /&gt;Ela acompanha-o sempre. Ate nos sonhos, recorde-se bem que ate quando sonhamos sofremos, mais propiamente quando temos pesadelos; porque ja se os sonhos são cor de rosa temos sensações agradaveis, sentimo-las de verdade e até acordamos mais bem dispostos.&lt;br /&gt;Ratificando as afirmações anteriores imaginemos enatão como não é sentir quando estamos plenamente conscientes.&lt;br /&gt;Consequentemente o que sentimos de bom, também sentimos de mau.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115318109015449740?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115318109015449740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115318109015449740' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115318109015449740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115318109015449740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/07/quanto-custa-quanto-custa-un-no-quanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115307338314725734</id><published>2006-07-16T20:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:09:43.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/images[4].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/images%5B4%5D.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eduardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;strela que sintilas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;urante a noite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;lisseu do grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;reopago dos deuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;osnando teus segredos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;estramente ao grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;rdeiro Eolo.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115307338314725734?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115307338314725734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115307338314725734' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115307338314725734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115307338314725734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/07/eduardo-estrela-que-sintilas-durante.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115300612973548546</id><published>2006-07-16T00:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T01:28:49.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/filosofia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/filosofia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;O que è o Ser Humano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Muitas das vezes questionamos a existência do Ser Humano, será que se trata de um &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“pedaço de&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;carne”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , de um meio de fazer dinheiro, talvez um acumulador de sentimentos, um meio de trabalho inúmeras coisas possíveis que nos podem passar pela cabeça e segundo o conceito de cada um, porque de pessoa para pessoa este conceito difere segundo a socialização primária que cada um esteve submetido e aos valores que nos foram incutidos desde criança, porque é desde criança que nos vamos formando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Afinal o que é o Ser Humano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; que erra, ajuda, faz maldades perante a sociedade em que se encontra e aquele ser que é sensível e tem sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Para se poder definir temos de separar e entender o que é o &lt;em&gt;Ser e o que é Humano/Homem&lt;/em&gt; ( uma vez que se trata da junção de duas palavras).&lt;br /&gt;Ser - s. m. (do latim sedere, assentar). 1- o facto de ser, a existência. 2-o que possui a existência, a vida: os seres vivos. 3- Ser de razão, o que apenas tem existência e realidade no nosso pensamento. * v. intr. 1-Serve de verbo auxiliar geralmente na voz passiva. 2- Serve para ligar o nome predicativo ao sujeito.&lt;br /&gt;Pode-se ter outra perspectiva enquanto do ser ao nível da Filosofia, vendo por este ramo é diferente .oO ramo da filosofia que estuda esta area é a ontologia. Não se especifica o tipo de ser, nem tão pouco se refere aos seres particulares, mas a tudo o que é enquanto é.&lt;br /&gt;Aristóteles considera que a ciência do ser enquanto ser deve também estudar os princípios constitutivos do ser.&lt;br /&gt;Na noção de ser englobamos tudo quanto é, ou na expressão de Quine «tudo quanto há».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mas afinal o que é o ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ser é o primeiro conhecido, mas naos e consegue definir porque nao é uma realidade, concreta definida. Toda a experiêncianos da o ser, mas a multiplicidade das experiencias da-nos uma pluridade de modos de ser!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115300612973548546?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115300612973548546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115300612973548546' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115300612973548546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115300612973548546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-que-o-ser-humanomuitas-das-vezes.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115289813241170400</id><published>2006-07-14T19:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T19:28:52.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'>............A Solidão........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;A solidão é dos piores sentimentos que pode sentir o ser humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;O qual sentimento gera irratibilidade, frustação e magoa ao mesmo tempo, coisa que não é facil de gerir nem de suportar poque pode ser esgotante se nao insuportavel aguentar este sentimento....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas afianl o que é a solidao......retrata-se apenas a ficar sozinho? Isolado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;O que é a solidão? nao será por vezes também aquela imcompreensão dos outros, ou talvez aquela indeferensa ou sentimento de superioridade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Estar sozinho resulta rentavel no que diz respeito para podermos meditatar, pensarmos ou talvez arrumar o nosso sotão......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;ay aquele sentimento de angústia tão dificil de suportar em que não encontras ninguem que te ajude e principalmente espante essa nuvem negra pousante em teu terrirrorio!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;A solução somos apenas nos e mais ninguém.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115289813241170400?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115289813241170400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115289813241170400' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115289813241170400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115289813241170400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/07/solido.html' title='............A Solidão........'/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115168836167397450</id><published>2006-06-30T19:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:26:01.683+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El Sentimiento........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;...........Que es el Sentimiento.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que se trata esta cosa? sera un conjutos de estados, emociones que siente el ser hunamo? pero entoces estariamos colocando en causa eso del sentir?pero de eso ablaremos otro dia.&lt;br /&gt;el sentimiento es algo que se manifiesta fisicamente y principalmente afecta nuestro estado psicologico. Sera que se trata apenas de nuetro sistema limbico? Estará aqui la respuesta a todo?&lt;br /&gt;Porque es el sistema limbico el responsable por el desencadear nuetros sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;Y como cada ser humano es distinto, por eso sentimos todos de manera diferente? estara aqui la razon. De que lo que es bueno para unos sea malo para otros?&lt;br /&gt;Es que a veces para que uno tiene semtiminetos si sentimos de manera distinta, la misma cosa?&lt;br /&gt;Sera esta la respuesta, o el sistema Limbico es el responsable o existira algo más.......por de tras de esto todo.&lt;br /&gt;No sera que tengamos que primero saber o entender que es el ser? para que asi podamos ver para mas alla del quimico.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115168836167397450?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115168836167397450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115168836167397450' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115168836167397450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115168836167397450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/06/el-sentimiento.html' title='El Sentimiento........'/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115083897841465024</id><published>2006-06-20T23:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:13:46.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El Cielo................</title><content type='html'>Parece ser que el cielo es lo màs seguro...pero que hay mas allà? del azul claro que vemos durante el dia y de las estrellas que vemos por la noche?&lt;br /&gt;Ese infinito y oculto....&lt;br /&gt;Y que puede caer del cielo? quizas no sea tan seguro como pensamos...&lt;br /&gt;Estamos suspensos en el universo, pero ni nos damos cuenta todo a la vuelta es cielo azul, y por de traz de ese azul que existe? donde empiexa  y donde termina? que miedos oculta?&lt;br /&gt;Por veces sirve de capa a los poetas, como forma de esconder sus penas, sus agonias!&lt;br /&gt;Otras veces sirve de mote, o inpiracion a los namorados, para sus jueguecitos....&lt;br /&gt;Podran caer las estrellas? estaremos seguros aqui?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115083897841465024?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115083897841465024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115083897841465024' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115083897841465024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115083897841465024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/06/el-cielo.html' title='El Cielo................'/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115080393091368197</id><published>2006-06-20T13:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:51:09.910+02:00</updated><title type='text'>%....EL TIEMPO...#....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/futuro.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/futuro.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;..........¿Serà una Herencia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;?O un Tesoro¿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que es el tiempo?o que es un verdadero tesoro?o una herencia? hiuiui tanta pergunta junta...da miedo...no esto todo se resume a una....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tiempo es una suseciòn de dias, años, momentos que envuelve el presente y el pasado del homembre y de las cosas con la oposociòn a la idea de la eternidad...atencion a esta...OPOSICION A LA ETERNIDAD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Por eso nuestro tesoro es el tiempo que lo heredamos sin querer, sin tener alguien que nos lo deje....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Es el verdadero tesoro que nos nos damos cuenta que lo tenemos porque estamos preocupados con otras cosas....Este es el unico que no podemos ahorrar, que viene todos los dias y que no pide permiso! que se renueva cada 24 horas....enfim una montanha de cosas...que se puede decir, el tiempo es el unico tesoro que no se agota, que se renueva, que todo lo cura y lo puedes gastar y que a veces va mas rapido que tu...jaja cuando tu no te das prisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;?¿Anda que puedes tu decir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;¿?Cual es tu tesoro......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115080393091368197?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115080393091368197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115080393091368197' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115080393091368197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115080393091368197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/06/el-tiempo.html' title='%....EL TIEMPO...#....'/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115072344596961127</id><published>2006-06-19T15:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:50:16.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;....Todos os Lados, Tengo la &lt;strong&gt;RAZON..¿serà?..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; fantastico a observaçao que se pode realizar todos os dias e a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cada objecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mas principalmente a interpretação que cada pessoa faz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;do mesmo objecto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que me faz pensar en tal questao, foi que no otro dia a noite estva a ver o camp&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/piramide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/piramide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o em frente de minha casa onde havia varios montes de fardos, e qual o meu espanto quando olho para um e me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pare ver ou começar a imaginar tres pessoas ali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sentadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ora isto é apenas o mote para uma breve reflexao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bem como ja foi dito e reiterando as palavras passadas, existe sempre um sem fim de perpectivas, nao apenas porque falamos de tres dimensoes ou ate da quarta ( o tempo) mas sim da imaginãoque cada ser humano tem e na qual nao se pode manipular de certa maneira. Pois é claro que estamos susceptiveis a muitos facotres como em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tudo na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas retornado deste pequeno desvio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A perspectiva que uma pessoa pode ter, basta olhar para uma piramide quadrangular, ora esta tem apenas quatro lados que ja nao sao pocos pois desmo de ver; podemos ver cada lado da piramide dependendo da posiçao em que nos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;encontremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que podemos retirar daqui? Muita coisa: uma delas é a eterna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;questao da RAZAO eu tenho razao, tu nao tens razao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a razao devem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;do ponto de vista em que cada individuo esteja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ora pois se tu ves de um ponto a piramide so ves um lado, mas e se a ves de otro ja vais ter ourtra perpectiva, logo assim vais perceber outra razao,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pois por esta forma devemos concluir que todos temos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;razao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;hehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Basta ver de que lado estamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;porque se vermos todos o memso lado temos todos razao, se virmos todos de perpectivas diferentes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ninguem tem razao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bem mas ainda bem que todos têm perspectivas distintas pois so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;assim se faz mover o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ora o mundo move-se porque nem todos vemos o mesmo lado da piramide, aind abem que acontece, ainda bem que temos piramides&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;octagonais e com mais lados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agora podemos fazer uma metafora e se essa piramide estiver dentro da nossa cabeça?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se tivermos o don de vislumbrar inumeras perpectivas?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seriamos mais racionais???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;foto: fuente www.google.pt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115072344596961127?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115072344596961127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115072344596961127' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115072344596961127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115072344596961127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115070163947666312</id><published>2006-06-19T09:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:49:09.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>FLASH</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No Seatbelt....No Excuse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;piensate-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f0IfgszDzyU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115070163947666312?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115070163947666312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115070163947666312' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115070163947666312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115070163947666312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/06/flash.html' title='FLASH'/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115056503488667573</id><published>2006-06-17T19:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:46:14.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para mys Amigos.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Haver guapos si lograis decifrar....es mas facil que el Codigo da Vinci :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oya oculta entre los libros,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rbolando a su alrededor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;iajes de gigantes que,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dentificarán su extenso caminO&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;alida y removiente flor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;esplandeciente de alegría,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;ngeniando su crecimiento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;obre el largo camino de la vida&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ompiendo por entre la libertad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;fuscando el propio Sol, con&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;u belleza natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;parece la eterna flor &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;Rosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115056503488667573?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115056503488667573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115056503488667573' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115056503488667573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115056503488667573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/06/para-mys-amigos.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115056441823032561</id><published>2006-06-17T19:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T19:13:38.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;…Para…????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Para que amar si  no somos amados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que vivir si morimos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Para que sonreír si no sabemos sonreír?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que quedar tristes si ya somos tristes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Para que la atracción física sin la mental es mejor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115056441823032561?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115056441823032561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115056441823032561' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115056441823032561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115056441823032561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/06/para-para-que-amar-si-no-somos-amados.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115056370104526112</id><published>2006-06-17T18:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T19:01:41.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/restposten_chaplin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/restposten_chaplin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Donde anda ………………este chico????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Encuentra el chico que te llame guapa…y…no tía buena,&lt;br /&gt;Que te llame de nuevo…cuando le cuelgues el teléfono en su cara,&lt;br /&gt;Que se queda despierto solo para te ver dormir,&lt;br /&gt;Espera por el chico que bese tu frente,&lt;br /&gt;Que quede contigo de manos agarradas delante de sus amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Espera por chico que te recuerde a cada instante lo importante que eres para el,&lt;br /&gt;Espera por el chico que dice a sus amigos cuando te ve llegar..”es aquella”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;foto:fuente resposten_chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115056370104526112?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115056370104526112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115056370104526112' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115056370104526112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115056370104526112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/06/donde-anda-este-chico-encuentra-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115056304511012292</id><published>2006-06-17T18:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:44:50.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/AMIZADE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/400/AMIZADE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;........¿Sabes quienes son tus estrellas?......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;..........Ellos…..los….amigos……como…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Los amigos quienes son? Como podremos saber quien son?&lt;br /&gt;Gran dilema! Hoy en día es difícil saber quienes son nuestros amigos, incluso nuestros verdaderos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Por veces somos obligados a cambiar, no sabemos muy bien porque pero es verdad!&lt;br /&gt;Acabamos siempre por volver a los viejos amigos&lt;br /&gt;Por veces somos acogidos por favor, por pena, en nuevos grupos…..&lt;br /&gt;Pero si no te moldas al nuevo grupo no te integras o no es aceptado y así no puedes ser tu mismo, desmonstrar la persona que hay dentro de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Por veces cambiamos para peor, hasta que nos damos cuenta del error cometido, por lo tanto a veces es bueno pero………otras es complicado (evaluar)&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estamos a tiempo retrocedemos pero es un retroceso e un paso difícil!&lt;br /&gt;Al intentar alertar amigos somos penalizados y quedamos mal vistos, en ciertos momentos es mejor estar callado y en su sitio….&lt;br /&gt;Al intentar dar-se bien con toda la gente es un proceso muy difícil, por veces apoyamos unos e estamos en contra de otros..de los restantes…..&lt;br /&gt;Porque no existe una bolsa donde ir buscar soluciones fáciles y fiables??::::::::&lt;br /&gt;Quien nos comprende? Los amigos? estos no tienen tiempo, los padres trabajan, la familia ni mejor hablar……&lt;br /&gt;Pero con este rollo todo…A final que es un AMIGO?????????&lt;br /&gt;Aquel que nos aconseja, acompaña en los buenos e malos momentos o son aquellos que están cuando estamos “dando”?????&lt;br /&gt;Los verdaderos amigos son aquellos que están allá siempre, distantes pero sabemos que si están, estos son como las estrellas, están lejos pero sabemos que están(durante el día no las vemos pero sabemos que están así son los amigos)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15-11-02&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;foto: fuente....mail enviado de amigo....cuidado com represalias....no coments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115056304511012292?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115056304511012292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115056304511012292' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115056304511012292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115056304511012292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115056267159767781</id><published>2006-06-17T18:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:43:50.896+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;                                                  Para  a Minha Madrinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Decidi fazer un dia una honebagen à minha madrinha, isto nao quer dizer que ela ja ca nao esteja, mas è em vida que devenos valorar baquilo que temos e dize-lo nao cantando a toda a gente mas a vem o deve ouvis por isso a ti madrinha esta homenagem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lgures no mundo estàs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;adando num océano, tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lma calida e serena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;esplandescente de beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;splendor que nos ilumina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ucolicamente por vezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;spalhando teu carinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;eve e fugaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;fuscando todos os seres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;arcando teu territorio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nte todos sem medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;aramente voltando-se atraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uerendo sempre marcar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nidivisivelmente o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;m cada margem do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;eu caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115056267159767781?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115056267159767781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115056267159767781' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115056267159767781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115056267159767781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/06/para-minha-madrinha-decidi-fazer-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115056226435486021</id><published>2006-06-17T18:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T18:37:44.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...¿Ama?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/pisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/pisco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ama que por ti nadie ama.&lt;br /&gt;Vive que por ti nadie vive.&lt;br /&gt;Vive todo lo que puedas al máximo y cada día porque cada día, momento se torna único y único queda, este minuto que paso no vulva por mas que lo intentes. Además por más encuentros que intentes ocasionar iguales ninguno es igual y no se trata apenas de la mudanza del espacio, tiempo pero si porque no existen dos momentos iguales!&lt;br /&gt;Del punto de vista positivo es agradable porque cada vez sientes una sensación magnifica, divina, espectacular que no tiene explicación.&lt;br /&gt;Ora del punto de vista negativo es que si te ha gustado esa sensación sentida(o a veces imaginada) y no la vuelves a sentir es frustrante y entonces pierdes tiempo en intentar buscar-la algo que ya sentiste……&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces pasas el tiempo en busca de algo que quizás no existe y entonces empiezas a poner de lado nuevas sensaciones…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso nunca rechaces una sensación sea cual sea…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta la imagen del caballo porque estos nunca rechazan una …….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115056226435486021?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115056226435486021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115056226435486021' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115056226435486021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115056226435486021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/06/ama.html' title='...¿Ama?...'/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115056203834500071</id><published>2006-06-17T18:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:38:15.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;¿..Que  buscan los Jovenes de mi Edad..? Cual su Sentido...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Los jóvenes de mi edad quizás busquen el sentido de la vida, el porque de la existencia de esta!&lt;br /&gt;Pero si miramos en nuestro entorno muchos apenas buscan bienes materiales, el éxito escolar, el aprendizaje de una profesión, buscan la felicidad( confundiendo muchas veces el amor con pasión..Cosa erada, lo advierto) pero no se dan cuenta que si no vivieran no tendrían nada de esto.&lt;br /&gt;Por otro lado se cuestionan frecuentemente sobre el porque de este misterio ( la vida) algo que aun ninguna ciencia no puede explicar convincentemente….se pudiendo responder con alguna que otra teoría religiosa, pero otra cuestión que yo coloco? Estarán estas teorías correctas? Hasta que punto? o serán meras suposiciones? Porque a veces tenemos que creer en algo.&lt;br /&gt;Se asiste hoy a una gran cuestión de este tema y ratificando todo el anterior muchos jóvenes andan sin “puerto” a manera de decir, caminan sin saber hacia donde….la gran cuestión…La existencia……para que?&lt;br /&gt;El sentido de la vida no basta ser sentido solo por algunos, lo tenemos que sentir todos, porque si no no somos nada e nos estamos auto-engañando.&lt;br /&gt;Hay veces que necesitamos que nos abran los ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Todas estas cuestiones han perseguido el hombre a lo largo de toda la historia y es extraño que a lo largo de tanto tiempo no haya venido nadie a explicar esta cosa….este misterio. Muchas veces esperamos por el día siguiente para tentar entender-lo para que, estamos vivos ahora, mañana no lo sabemos.&lt;br /&gt;No podemos esperar para ser felices, no se puede contar con el mañana, porque la misma sensación no vulva, hay que evitar el arrepentimiento.&lt;br /&gt;No se puede pensar en todos los pormenores, por que si no nos olvidamos de vivir y un día recordaremos lo que podríamos haber vivido e no vivimos o peor lo que podríamos haber sido e no fuimos…….&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/jovenes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="187" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/320/jovenes.png" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;foto : fuente www.google.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115056203834500071?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115056203834500071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115056203834500071' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115056203834500071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115056203834500071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115056139479696529</id><published>2006-06-17T18:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:39:45.536+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Así empezó todo.......Rayando el culo...con los burajeros...y te tengo miedo.....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;....Era un viernes como otro cualquier y parecía que nada cambiaria pero de pronto....&lt;br /&gt;Creé con la ayuda de Javi mí blog y no mi space…buena tarde esta de estudio y diversión…eh. Cuando se llego la otra compañera..Cris!&lt;br /&gt;Bueno como no era una tarde de sol ni de gran calor nos fuimos de cañas…por el stress!!!como buenos estudiantes??(no comentar)&lt;br /&gt;En el primer bar me tome una desperada que cosa mas rara pero normal aquí en España y es que estaba de maravilla para no decir deppppp.&lt;br /&gt;Luego nos cambiamos de bar de simbiosis pero faltaba algo…nuestra ninfa (Rosa) pero aún así nos hemos inspirado e intercambiado ideas, lo que fue muy productivo….&lt;br /&gt;Así se empieza una amistad y un blog….&lt;br /&gt;Esto porque:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;El conocimiento se genera entre personas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fotos próximamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115056139479696529?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115056139479696529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115056139479696529' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115056139479696529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115056139479696529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/06/as-empez-todorayando-el-culocon-los.html' title='Así empezó todo.......Rayando el culo...con los burajeros...y te tengo miedo.....!'/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811525.post-115046699146098130</id><published>2006-06-16T16:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T16:26:23.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'>.......Creando............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Estamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; empezando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cuidado&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29811525-115046699146098130?l=queriapensar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/feeds/115046699146098130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29811525&amp;postID=115046699146098130' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115046699146098130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29811525/posts/default/115046699146098130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queriapensar.blogspot.com/2006/06/creando.html' title='.......Creando............'/><author><name>Vera Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734894922357688145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5259/3185/1600/noit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
