<?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-6057402</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:41:05.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amo-te Ana </title><subtitle type='html'>Quero dedicar este blog a pessoa que amo e que sempre vou amar</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109783454808714507</id><published>2004-10-15T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T11:02:28.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PARA TI..... ( V )Tu viste-me mas não te aproximas-te, ficas-te ao longe sorrindo e olhando-me como se soubesses que eu estaria sempre aqui, mesmo estando longe do mundo, perdido no único lugar onde o tempo e o espaço não existem.Agora no silêncio escuro do meu quarto relembro todos os minutos, segundos, horas invisíveis que passei ao teu lado, tempo esse que não me sai da cabeça.És uma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109783454808714507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109783454808714507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109783454808714507' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109776241962547751</id><published>2004-10-14T14:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T15:07:19.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PARA TI..... ( IV )Para mim o fim ainda está longe e nada está perdido, só nós nos perdemos um dia, talvez não nos encontraremos outra vez ou talvez sim, mas ambos sabemos que aquilo que um dia nos uniu não se perdeu... a força mais poderosa, a amizade.A Lua vai descendo e começa a clariar, o sol nasce no horizonte e eu continuo aqui sentado a escrever e a pensar, a desabafar o que me vai na </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109776241962547751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109776241962547751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109776241962547751' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109776211151762016</id><published>2004-10-13T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T14:58:58.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PARA TI..... ( III )Nesta noite, no meio daquele túnel escuro aquela chama continua acesa e esguia como dantes, guia-me agora para algo incerto, indefinido, sem saber o futuro, risonho ou triste…Serás Tu???Uma voz dentro de mim diz-me para acordar, porque a realidade espera-me mais uma vez sem disfarces, crua e gélica sem nuvens cor-de-rosa.Tudo pode acabar um dia, talvez, mas o que é </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109776211151762016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109776211151762016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109776211151762016' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109760168345431678</id><published>2004-10-12T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T18:22:34.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PARA TI..... ( II )As lágrimas rolam-se pelo rosto, com os olhos postos no horizonte, deixando a alma solta, segredam-me ao ouvido para voltar atrás e não rever o passado, mas o sentimento prevaleceu viajando pelo corpo, sem me querer deixar o verdadeiro. Se já voltas-te a sentir diz-me, diz-me o que mais quero ouvir da tua boca sem perífrases para o que realmente sentes! Porque eu saberei que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109760168345431678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109760168345431678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109760168345431678' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109750927264461314</id><published>2004-10-11T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T16:41:12.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PARA TI..... ( I )Quando a lua nasce no meio daquele azul-escuro, onde as estrelas brilham para mim, sei que outro amor assim não irei encontrar em lugar algum.Se um dia me perder naquele mar, naquele sítio, sei que te irei encontrar perdida no tempo e no espaço, algures vagueando por aí sem destino…O teu sorriso, os teus olhos, a tua boca, só mais tarde descortinei a verdade escondida por </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109750927264461314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109750927264461314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109750927264461314' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109695294666389409</id><published>2004-10-05T06:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T06:09:06.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A tua ausencia já não me custa... os teus carinhos, são o meu sofrimento.ADORO-TE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109695294666389409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109695294666389409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109695294666389409' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109390997241856184</id><published>2004-08-30T23:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T00:55:33.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't Forget....É nestes momentos que mais sinto a tua falta.. saber que não estas bem, saber que poderia estar contigo a apoiar-te em vez de estar com medo do pior. Sei que isto é uma coisa que vai passar rapido e não tarda muito vamos voltar a rir.Quero que saibas que qualquer que seja a hora, para te apoiar tou sempre disponivel.Nunca é tarde para nada....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109390997241856184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109390997241856184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109390997241856184' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109356681482603896</id><published>2004-08-26T23:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T01:36:05.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“Vem por aqui!”, dizem-me alguns com olhos baços, estendendo-me os braços e seguros de que seria bom que eu ouvisse, quando me dizem “Vem por aqui!”Eu olho-os com olhos laço, há nos meus olhos ironias e cansaços e cruzo os braços e nunca vou por ai!A minha loucura é essa criar desumanidade, não acompanhar ninguém que eu vivo com o mesmo sem vontade com que rasguei o ventre da minha mãe.Não, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109356681482603896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109356681482603896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109356681482603896' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109320126811566459</id><published>2004-08-22T19:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T20:01:08.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O amor chega sem bater à porta, entra senta-se confortavel no coração, não expõe os seus desejos, transmite-os exige lealdade em troca de fidelidade, ve os males da alma e limpa-os tornando-nos cegos na sua preguiça de lambão, deixa-se vangloriar. Comete erros de apaixonado, emenda-os toscamente numa sinceridade parva. Brinca a serio e ninguem o liga assim a dor que transmite torna-nos apaticos, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109320126811566459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109320126811566459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109320126811566459' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109290291055215583</id><published>2004-08-19T09:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T09:08:30.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your NameI wrote your name in the sky,but the wind blew it away.I wrote your name in the sand,but the waves washed it away.I wrote your name in my heart,and forever it will stay.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109290291055215583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109290291055215583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109290291055215583' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109278612791495022</id><published>2004-08-18T00:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T00:42:07.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O que fiz foi sem intenção de chatear ou sequer de te magoar seja em qualquer aspecto.Não gosto, não quero, não tenho gozo nenhum em "gabar-me" das coisas que faço. Infelizmente quando me sinto bem em fazer algo que sei que gostas, o pior acontece, antecipo-me sempre antes de ter a certeza que tenho as coisas na mão. Admito que errei, mas o que fiz foi sempre com a melhor das intenções.Prometo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109278612791495022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109278612791495022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109278612791495022' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109257040501073830</id><published>2004-08-15T12:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T12:48:28.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 VezesComo tu propria dizes, muitas vezes cometemos erros sem saber que os estamos a cometer. Por vezes estamos tão concentrados na pessoa que amamos que só pensamos que estamos a fazer tudo certo, nada esta errado... e de um momento para o outro o nosso coração parte-se em dois.Não podemos julgar as pessoas por estarem tão cegas num amor, numa paixão, existem sempre maneiras de mostrar os </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109257040501073830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109257040501073830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109257040501073830' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109231296108198620</id><published>2004-08-12T13:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T13:16:01.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the night....Durante a noite passeias na minha cabeça, como se nada fosse.Durante o dia não existo, não existes, falar!!! o que é isso....Sinto saudades daquele sabado na praia que adorei falar contigo, parece um momento unico... sem palavras a partir dai, como se eu não existisse.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109231296108198620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109231296108198620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109231296108198620' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109224576342208212</id><published>2004-08-11T18:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T18:36:03.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lembrança...Praia do MalhãoFoi nesta praia que tive a oportunidade de ter uma longa conversa contigo, foi la que revelei muitos pensamentos e muitas alegrias e admirei a tua atenção no que eu estava a dizer.Disseste-me muitas coisas, palavras que me fazem crescer, palavras que nunca me vão fazer esquecer-te.Adoro-te</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109224576342208212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109224576342208212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109224576342208212' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109224530123977893</id><published>2004-08-10T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T18:28:21.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fim-de-semana...Vila Nova de Mil FontesAdorei a sensação de acampar contigo, adorei voltar a um sitio de onde tenho muitas recordações.Foi um dos melhores senão o melhor fim de semana dos ultimos meses.Ver-te dormir deu-me a volta a cabeça, se pudesse passava dias e noites a olhar para ti, tentar compreender o que vai ai....Sei que não adoraste nem detestaste, tentei fazer para que fosse</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109224530123977893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109224530123977893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109224530123977893' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109170994548359346</id><published>2004-08-05T13:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T13:45:45.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Amar é querer dar liberdade aos outros para amarem também,no seu próprio tempo, à sua própria maneira."Com tristeza me aprecebo do verdadeiro sentido desta frase, liberdade que ñ te dei, liberdade que devias ter tido... Amar-te não significa estar colado a ti, o que conta é o que sentimos estando longe ou perto. Agora essa liberdade fugiu com o teu amor..... Aquele amor que sempre quis.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109170994548359346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109170994548359346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109170994548359346' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109170836095856645</id><published>2004-08-05T13:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T13:19:20.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>És tu....És bela como o SolProfunda como a Noite e o Mar.Procuro-te, no céu estrelado,À noite, vens a mim.Trazes contigo o vento e o MarE Promessas de muita alegria.Os teus braços, os teus olhos, a tua pele,Todos falam de ti, e me prometem que serão meusSe eu os quiser e se os souber merecer.A tua vida é como um arco-írisComo uma rosa em flor.É como um jardim onde semeias flores por </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109170836095856645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109170836095856645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109170836095856645' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109141940633123777</id><published>2004-08-02T03:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T05:03:26.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Domingo....Poderei dizer que o passado veio ter comigo ???Sem saber de nada, sem saber como, fui ter a um lugar onde passamos bons momentos, onde apanhamos uma pedra que demorou  4 meses para ter gravado as tuas lindas palavras para mim :)Poderei dizer que fui ter com o passado ???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109141940633123777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109141940633123777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109141940633123777' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-109072707063248874</id><published>2004-07-25T04:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T04:44:30.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De Noite....Acordei, após um bonito sonho... Sem sono mas com uma vontade enorme de voltar a adormecer e voltar a viver mil e uma vezes esse sonho. Mas antes de voltar a adormecer só te quero dizerMISS YOU A LOT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109072707063248874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/109072707063248874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109072707063248874' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108968025225896323</id><published>2004-07-13T01:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T01:59:04.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>À Noite...Como é bonito poder ver tantas estrelas juntas, poder ver esse reflexo a bater no rio, poder olhar para cada uma e pensar num momento de felicidade contigo.No Silêncio da noite, parte um carro, passado um bocado parte outro, e penso no amor que existe ali dentro.Começo cada vez mais a ficar sozinho, restando apenas um velho pescador, que também parece não estar com  muita sorte. O </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108968025225896323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108968025225896323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108968025225896323' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108940318089161941</id><published>2004-07-09T20:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T20:59:40.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fogo é assim tão dificil escrever o q sinto....Só quero partilhar contigo, todo o amor que tenho para dar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108940318089161941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108940318089161941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108940318089161941' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108904632175722577</id><published>2004-07-05T17:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T17:52:01.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I WILL NOT FORGET THIS CONCERT....So you're leaving in the morning on the early trainI could say everything's alrightAnd I could pretend and say goodbyeGot your ticketGot your suitcaseGot your leaving smileI could say that's the way it goesAnd I could pretend and you won't knowThat I was lyingCause I can't stop loving youNo I can't stop loving youNo I won't stop loving youWhy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108904632175722577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108904632175722577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108904632175722577' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108873018776232523</id><published>2004-07-02T02:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T02:03:07.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LEMBRA-ME DE NUNCA TE DEIXAR DE AMAR</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108873018776232523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108873018776232523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108873018776232523' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108846073294112623</id><published>2004-06-28T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T23:12:12.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.....Só quero que penses, que nos conhecemos a 4 anos e que de um momento para o outro so porque acabamos, desapareci por completo.Acho que vivemos bons e maus momentos e o que me custa mais ana é pensar que poderia ter uma amiga com quem poder falar. Existe muita coisa que gostava de conversar contigo, mas assusta-me a maneira como estas a olhar para mim.À muita coisa da minha vida que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108846073294112623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108846073294112623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108846073294112623' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108812554835115895</id><published>2004-06-25T01:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T02:05:48.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amigos...Amigos??? Que palavra é esta.Será que os amigos não são para todas as ocasiões e não para as que queremos???Penso que podia encaixar a palavra amigos em nós os dois, mas vejo que não tens vontade nenhuma. Acho que podiamos falar como amigos, viver a vida sem ninguem colocar obstaculos a nossa amizade. Sem teres ninguem a criticar por trás.Ou será que continuas com o pensamento..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108812554835115895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108812554835115895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108812554835115895' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108747252675584665</id><published>2004-06-17T12:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T12:42:06.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Passou...E assim passou mais um dia...O dia em que faziamos 3 Anos, o dia 16 de Junho, um dia que nunca vou esquecer.Vai estar sempre no meu pensamento e no meu coração.Tenho saudades dos momentos que passamos juntos durante 2 anos e 8 meses e 11 dias.PORQUE PENSAR NO FUTURO, QUANDO O PASSADO NÓS ESTÁ A SORRIR MAIS????Porque vemos as coisas boas que aconteceram no passado, e no futuro não</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108747252675584665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108747252675584665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108747252675584665' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108731966731474214</id><published>2004-06-15T17:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T18:14:27.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A vida...Por muitas maneiras tento olhar para a vida.Por muitas maneiras me aprecebo que a vida só faz sentido com as pessoas que amamos. Quando não as temos ao pé de nós tudo deixa de fazer sentido.Fico feliz por me apreceber que estas diferente em relação a mim, mas continua a achar que pensas muito no passado no sentido de que as coisas voltariam a ser iguais, mas isso é completamente </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108731966731474214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108731966731474214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108731966731474214' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108665067291792856</id><published>2004-06-07T23:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T00:24:32.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Porquê????Eu queria ir contigo,estavas tão linda, a luz a bater-te e a fazer um reflexo lindo, olhava para ti e conseguia ver os teus olhos, a tua boca, a tua cara, o teu corpo, mas ñ via o teu coração...Desiludi-me a mim proprio pensando que podia embarcar nesta viagem contigo, era o que eu queria, mas o meu coração bateu mais forte ao falar com outra pessoa, a pessoa que me faz pensar, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108665067291792856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108665067291792856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108665067291792856' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108663782890208498</id><published>2004-06-07T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T20:50:28.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>............Espero que me consigas levar nesta viagem contigo....Espero que me voltes a ver por aqui....Ficarei muito desiludido se não me levares contigo para esse mundo que desconheço por completo.Contigo vou ter agora pronto para embarcar nessa viagem, que espero ñ ter volta.A todos quero dizer que vou estar sempre a olhar por voces.E a ti ana.... nunca te vou esquecer................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108663782890208498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108663782890208498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108663782890208498' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108652072052524085</id><published>2004-06-06T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T12:18:40.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RECORDAÇÕES.....Depois de um sabado como este, não existe muito que eu possa dizer... Foi simplesmente espectacular, em todos os aspectos."Conta-me histórias de tempos a quem eu gostaria de voltarTenho saudades de momentos que nunca mais vou encontrarA vida talvez seja só três diasE eu quero andar sempre devagar até a ti chegarNinguém é de ninguém mesmo quando se ama alguemNinguém é de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108652072052524085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108652072052524085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108652072052524085' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108600701005642853</id><published>2004-05-31T13:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T13:36:50.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...No meu sonho andaste sem destino, num mundo de incerteza, num mundo de coincidências, que negas serem certezas.Entras sempre como todos os dias, sem pedir licença... Acordas-me várias vezes... Não sei se é para eu ver que estou a sonhar ou para cair numa realidade que ira acontecer. Por mais que pense, acho que não passa de meros sonhos, a realidade esta muito longe.Como sonhar não é </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108600701005642853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108600701005642853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108600701005642853' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108576733464076146</id><published>2004-05-28T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T19:02:14.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POR TI...O que Fazia?Acho que iria demorar horas para poder escrever tudo, sempre te disse e continuo a dizer, és uma pessoa muito especial, diferente de todas as outras pessoas, foi isso que me fez gostar de ti e é isso que não me faz esquecer-te.Toda gente tem sonhos, objectivos, planos... mas os meus são todos iguais. Em sonhos tudo nos passa  pela cabeça, a mim só passas tu. Objectivos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108576733464076146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108576733464076146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108576733464076146' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108552921597685481</id><published>2004-05-26T00:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T00:53:35.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Com Razão...Uma coisa é ser, outra coisa é fazer e ser,Sendo feliz, faço e tenho o que quiser,O fazer não impede o ser.Lauro Trevisan"Porque é que as pessoas felizes são felizes"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108552921597685481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108552921597685481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108552921597685481' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108543624050919508</id><published>2004-05-24T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T23:04:00.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais vale uma lágrima de não ter vencido do que a vergonha de não ter lutado </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108543624050919508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108543624050919508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108543624050919508' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108520241841032867</id><published>2004-05-22T06:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T06:06:58.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sou escravo pelos meus remorsos e livre pelo meu vício de te amar...</summary><link 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108508417652051026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108508417652051026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108508417652051026' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108502577183464000</id><published>2004-05-20T05:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T05:02:51.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nunca podemos ser felizes quando o nosso coração não tem o amor que o faz bater....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108502577183464000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108502577183464000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108502577183464000' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108474016401960658</id><published>2004-05-16T21:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T21:42:44.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esquecer o passado é o mesmo que esquecer que estou vivo...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108474016401960658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108474016401960658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108474016401960658' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108448685133743822</id><published>2004-05-13T23:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T23:20:51.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorri, embora seja apenas um sorriso triste,Porque mais triste que o sorriso triste,é a tristeza de não saber sorrir.O sorriso aparece quando pensamos em coisas boas,e tu és a unica "coisa" boa para mim.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108448685133743822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108448685133743822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108448685133743822' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108440196152260201</id><published>2004-05-12T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T23:46:01.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is so dificult forget you...Can i start a new life...????How can i start a new life if does't exist other person in my heart...Just You.... Only You.... Just You..........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108440196152260201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108440196152260201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108440196152260201' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108422955903939652</id><published>2004-05-10T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T23:52:39.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are always on my mind....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108422955903939652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108422955903939652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108422955903939652' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108412431243211850</id><published>2004-05-09T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T18:45:52.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>........Quando perdeste o sonho e a certeza,Tornaste-te desordem e fizeste-te nuvem...I Will Never Forget You....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108412431243211850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108412431243211850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108412431243211850' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108383671414720804</id><published>2004-05-06T10:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T10:49:40.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108383671414720804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108383671414720804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108383671414720804' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108367269357324208</id><published>2004-05-04T13:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T13:15:30.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Podes ser somente uma pessoa para o mundo,mas para alguma pessoas tu és o mundo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108367269357324208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108367269357324208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108367269357324208' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108353206549249986</id><published>2004-05-02T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T22:12:07.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adorei a noite......Foi muito bom :)Só não adorei o ambiente......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108353206549249986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108353206549249986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108353206549249986' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108339932026881126</id><published>2004-05-01T09:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T09:19:39.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>13 Linhas para Viver 2º Nenhuma pessoa merece as tuas lágrimas,e quem as merece não te fará chorar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108339932026881126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108339932026881126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108339932026881126' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108327789034115458</id><published>2004-04-29T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T23:36:06.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>13 Linhas para Viver1ºAmo-te não por quem tu és, mas por quem sou quando estou contigo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108327789034115458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108327789034115458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108327789034115458' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108323476395819658</id><published>2004-04-29T11:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T11:37:00.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Num deserto sem água Numa noite sem lua Num país sem nome Ou numa terra nua Por maior que seja o desespero Nenhuma ausência é mais funda do que a tua. Sophia de Melo Andressen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108323476395819658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108323476395819658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108323476395819658' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108314386876979867</id><published>2004-04-28T10:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T10:22:04.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se a dor do amor não passa,é porque o amor valeu a pena...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108314386876979867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108314386876979867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108314386876979867' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108302033042219517</id><published>2004-04-26T23:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T11:34:44.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>És um grande amigo.Brigada pelo apoio, fico a dever-te uma.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108302033042219517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108302033042219517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108302033042219517' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108293178951469067</id><published>2004-04-25T23:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T23:27:21.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brigada por tudo....Fico muito feliz por saber que passado tanto tempo ainda posso contar contigo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108293178951469067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108293178951469067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108293178951469067' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108263272974652886</id><published>2004-04-22T12:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T12:25:08.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os dias.......passam sem ouvir ou ler um simples olá.Sei que cometi muitos erros na minha vida que me arrependo hoje e no futuro, mas acho que nunca fiz nada para ser ignorado. Sinto-me um estranho num pequeno mundo de "falsas aparencias".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108263272974652886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108263272974652886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108263272974652886' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108255934216669204</id><published>2004-04-21T15:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T15:59:48.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nascido no dia 11Tal como o 22, é um número fundamental. Se você nasceu neste dia terá grandes ideais e aspirações.Sua grande dificuldade é que você, muitas vezes, deixa a razão sobrepor-se à intuição. Esta atitude não o levará a coisas boas, já que você tem qualidades mediúnicas, é sensitivo e deve seguir a sua intuição. Sendo o 11 um número principal, você estará sempre sob alta vibração e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108255934216669204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108255934216669204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108255934216669204' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108245573054655225</id><published>2004-04-20T11:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T11:12:55.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Quando se ama não é preciso entender o que se passa lá fora, porque tudo passa a acontecer dentro de nós." (Paulo Coelho)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108245573054655225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108245573054655225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108245573054655225' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108240945789909961</id><published>2004-04-19T22:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T11:38:45.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mil e uma desculpas pela minha estupidez....Desculpa :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108240945789909961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108240945789909961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108240945789909961' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108213845390356264</id><published>2004-04-16T18:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T19:04:53.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Será que o coração não ve o sentimentos das outras pessoas????Ou seram as pessoas que não querem ver esse sentimento.Ou não o querem sentir com receio de voltar ao mesmo????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108213845390356264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108213845390356264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108213845390356264' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108198387196538926</id><published>2004-04-14T23:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T11:37:43.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu sei.....Eu sei que valho mais... Mas sei que seria a minha uma tentativa de ter o que mais queria na minha vida.Acho não, tenho quase a certeza e até sou capaz de jurar que nunca mais em toda a minha vida vou encontrar uma pessoa como tu ana.Tu és como já te tinha dito uma pessoa muito especial em todos os sentidos, sorte de quem te tiver a teu lado, só espero que essa pessoa não te faça </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108198387196538926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108198387196538926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108198387196538926' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108189552270953355</id><published>2004-04-13T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T23:35:58.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aos meus olhosVer-te assim faz-me ficar feliz..... Mas fico triste por so agora ter descoberto que o que te fiz, foi o pior erro da minha vida.É tarde para voltar atras..... era o que eu mais queria, nem que fosse uma tentativa, mas sei que era incapaz de voltar a fazer o mesmo. Os amigos são muito importantes para nós, e muitas vezes não o aceitava, ficava chateado estupidamente, tinha a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108189552270953355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108189552270953355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108189552270953355' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108177951582632343</id><published>2004-04-12T15:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T15:22:29.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lá estou eu a sonhar.......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108177951582632343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108177951582632343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108177951582632343' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108176670913407375</id><published>2004-04-12T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T11:52:12.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Como será??Sim, acredito, um dia voltaremosA este mundo ou seja aonde forP'ra cumprirmos a lei que rege o amor,Para darmos os passos que não demos Será bom, será mau? …Não saberemos.- Quem garante que vai nascer a florCom o perfume, a graça, o esplendorQue em nosso imaginário lhe pusemos? Ah! Mas eu sei. Não duvido sequerQue aqui, além, ou num mundo qualquerOutra vez nos iremos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108176670913407375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108176670913407375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108176670913407375' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108161879767890383</id><published>2004-04-10T18:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T18:43:48.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Será que alguma vez vou voltar a sentir os teus labios nos meus nem que seja por segundos????????Será que te voltarei a ter nos meus  braços?Qual a razão da vida rodar a volta do "será"???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108161879767890383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108161879767890383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108161879767890383' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108143657334858074</id><published>2004-04-08T16:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T16:06:41.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Quando se gosta da vida, gosta-se do passado, porque ele é o presente tal como sobreviveu na memória humana"Yourcenar, Marguerite</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108143657334858074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108143657334858074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108143657334858074' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108134742962820844</id><published>2004-04-07T15:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T15:20:56.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>diasDias como este, só me apetece fugir, ir para longe, estar ctg.....Sei que não pode ser todos os dias :)Mas os que são já conta muito :)Adoro-te migaEspero voltar voltar a ver aquela linda lua :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108134742962820844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108134742962820844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108134742962820844' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108125183296602692</id><published>2004-04-06T12:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T12:47:37.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A verdade do meu pensamento..."Dá-me veneno para morrer ou sonhos para viver"Ekelof, Gunnar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108125183296602692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108125183296602692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108125183296602692' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108116016687718828</id><published>2004-04-05T11:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T11:19:50.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lindo...Ainda mal recuperei de ontem...Passei a noite pensando no que me teria acontecido...Que sensação bonita :)Durante a noite, apareceu na minha cabeça:Out to get youI’m so alone tonightMy bed feels larger than when I was smallLost in memories, lost in all the sheets and old pillowsSo alone tonight, miss you more than I will let you knowMiss the outline of your back, miss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108116016687718828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108116016687718828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108116016687718828' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108111427832004048</id><published>2004-04-04T22:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:35:01.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O QUE ACONTECEU???O que será?Vi-te e pus as minhas mãos nos teus olhos, de repente tirei, olhei para ti e fiquei a tremer. Já la vão três horas e continuo na mesma.Não consigo descrever o que estou a sentir, nem no que estou a pensar.Só sei que é bom....O que será?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108111427832004048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108111427832004048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108111427832004048' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108090429746904798</id><published>2004-04-02T12:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T12:15:17.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alguém??????Alguém me pode explicar o porquê  de a vida ser uma merd@??????Tem de ser assim?????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108090429746904798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108090429746904798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108090429746904798' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108083096199067643</id><published>2004-04-01T15:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T15:53:00.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A recordação é activa. Não é um objecto perdido que se encontrou. Ela faz crescer a massa do presente e do futuro"Autor: Bossuet, Jacques</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108083096199067643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108083096199067643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108083096199067643' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108074530932174971</id><published>2004-03-31T15:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T16:05:26.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Amigos são aquelas pessoas raras que nos perguntam como estamos e depois ficam à espera da resposta verdadeira."(E. Cunningham)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108074530932174971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108074530932174971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108074530932174971' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108063742458978712</id><published>2004-03-30T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T10:07:20.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para uma Amiga....Aprendi contigo ontem...Prometo-te não voltar a pensar coisas assim, mas espero que qualquer que seja o momento, saibas que me podes ligar, pois teras um amigo do outro lado para falar ctg.Bjs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108063742458978712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108063742458978712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108063742458978712' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108058015260926889</id><published>2004-03-29T18:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T18:12:47.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Será que ocultar não é o mesmo que mentir....????Porque estas sempre no que os outros vao sentir....As vezes as verdades são melhores que as mentiras....E a Amizade será como??????Um mundo de ocultações....???Apesar de tudo sou teu amigo, mas ñ sinto o mesmo da tua parte.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108058015260926889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108058015260926889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108058015260926889' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108049602706877011</id><published>2004-03-28T18:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T18:51:05.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Obrigado...Hoje percebi que estou a ser um egoista, em querer estar contigo, fizeste-me entender que tambem tens mais amigos e que não podes estar com todos ao mesmo tempo.Desculpa se te tenho chateado muito, além de minha ex-namorada és a minha melhor amiga e acima de tudo gosto de estar contigo, de falar, de rir, de brincar.Obrigado e nunca te esqueças do que te disse a bocado.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108049602706877011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108049602706877011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108049602706877011' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108040317524097294</id><published>2004-03-27T15:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-27T16:03:06.436Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 Mês...Faz hoje um mês que acabaste...Faz hoje um mês que partiste...Eu continuo na mesma a amar-te cada vez mais, e tu já partiste-te para o futuro, sem mim claro.Ñ percebo o teu conceito de amizade, pois quando te convido, nunca podes....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108040317524097294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108040317524097294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108040317524097294' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108031363963918826</id><published>2004-03-26T15:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-26T15:24:44.043Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acima de tudo gosto muito de ti como amiga....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108031363963918826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108031363963918826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031363963918826' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108022538068746324</id><published>2004-03-25T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-26T00:03:10.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A TEU PEDIDO..... ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108022538068746324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108022538068746324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108022538068746324' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108012660153750330</id><published>2004-03-24T11:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-24T11:13:29.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje......estou feliz por saber que arranjaste trabalho.Sei que agora, falamos menos pois tens o tempo ocupado com muito trabalho, mas também sei que estavas farta de não fazer nada ;)Boa Sorte para o teu trabalho.Agora só falto eu arranjar outra coisa ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108012660153750330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108012660153750330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108012660153750330' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-108003861866087824</id><published>2004-03-23T10:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-23T10:47:04.293Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PERDI-TE... como namorada.Espero nunca te perder como amiga.Adoro-te </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108003861866087824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/108003861866087824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108003861866087824' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107996255499397021</id><published>2004-03-22T13:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-22T13:39:19.640Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perdi.......a vontade de almoçar sabendo que uma simples ida ao cinema ver poderia arranjar tantas complicações....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107996255499397021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107996255499397021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107996255499397021' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107994858251503206</id><published>2004-03-22T09:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-22T09:46:26.856Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tem de ser assim????Hoje, foi mais um dia. Sonhei contigo, por diversas vezes acordei pensando que estavas ali ao pé de mim... quando abri os olhos cai na realidade e não te vi. Só as tuas fotos a minha volta é que me fazem companhia, só assim te posso ver quando quero. Começo a sentir que estou a falar contra uma parede, parede essa que lhe conto tudo e que não obtenho nenhuma resposta. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107994858251503206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107994858251503206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107994858251503206' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107980682224636548</id><published>2004-03-20T18:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-20T18:23:44.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brigado....... nunca tinha comido uns scones tão bons.Mas ainda gostei mais da companhia :) .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107980682224636548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107980682224636548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107980682224636548' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107969909509893061</id><published>2004-03-19T12:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-19T12:28:15.576Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Se considero quanto me custa a ideia de deixar a vida, devo ter sido mais feliz do que pensava"Aveline, Claude</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107969909509893061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107969909509893061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107969909509893061' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107962495064090171</id><published>2004-03-18T15:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-18T15:52:29.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Obrigado........ por este almoço. Gostei muito da tua companhia.....Quando te apetecer comer no mexicano um bife que demore 45 minutos a fazer avisa :)Fizeste-me entender muitas coisas, acima de tudo gosto mt de ti como uma grande amiga.Brigada :) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107962495064090171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107962495064090171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107962495064090171' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107954411621261443</id><published>2004-03-17T17:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-17T17:25:14.280Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>....as saudades já apertam muito , e o amor que sinto por ti aumenta....Preciso de ti ao meu lado, prometo amar-te e respeitar-te, na saude e na doença, até ao fim da minha vida.Amo-te</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107954411621261443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107954411621261443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107954411621261443' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107947634353520587</id><published>2004-03-16T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-16T22:39:38.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dia a não esquecer...Fazia hoje 2 anos e 9 meses que nos andavamos, mas infelizmente faz 19 dias que nós acabamos.Volta por favor......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107947634353520587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107947634353520587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107947634353520587' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107945361790535240</id><published>2004-03-16T15:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-16T16:18:31.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aqui dentro....... doi sabendo que perdi a mulher que amo, a mulher que deu uma volta de 180º na minha vida, que me fez lutar na vida, que esteve comigo nos bons e nos maus momentos.Neste momento estou só, pensando em ti, pensando nos momentos bons e até nos momentos menos bons. Lembro-me como se fosse hoje, do dia que tive a felicidade de te conhecer, ficas-te furiosa quando estavamos a fazer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107945361790535240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107945361790535240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107945361790535240' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107939540954241013</id><published>2004-03-15T23:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-16T00:06:45.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A vida as vezes é uma mer......Pergunto-me se vale a pena ter uma vida assim.....Quando as pessoas devem estar unidas, existe sempre alguem que estraga tudo.P.S.- Obrigado pelo apoio de hoje.         Gosto muito de ti, és uma pessoa que estara sempre no meu coração </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107939540954241013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107939540954241013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107939540954241013' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107934554612605954</id><published>2004-03-15T09:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-15T10:15:41.200Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OBRIGADO........Por este Fim-de-Semana lindo.Obrigado por me teres dado um tempo para estar contigo.Adorei ter conhecido o cabo da roca, ainda por cima ter conhecido contigo, adorava ter feito isto enquanto namorava contigo.Sinto muito a tua falta, a mais valiosa lembrança que tenho tua é a aliança,que não consigo tirar do dedo, porque quando olho para ela transmite-me um sentimento </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107934554612605954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107934554612605954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107934554612605954' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107915521795560704</id><published>2004-03-13T05:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-13T05:23:29.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aqui estou eu......Foi uma noite linda, poder olhar para ti, encheu-me o coração.Por mil e uma vezes, tive vontade de sentir o teu labio colado no meu. Sentir através desse beijo, o que desejo à 15 dias.Ouvi as musicas tocarem e com as letras pensava em ti.Sei que se tiver de acontecer, eu vou lá estar a espera desse momento, momento esse que me ira dar de novo vontade de viver, vontade </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107915521795560704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107915521795560704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107915521795560704' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107908560182793928</id><published>2004-03-12T09:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-12T10:14:02.793Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gosto de pensar assim.....É num sossego como este que penso todos os dias em ti, momentos bons que passamos juntos, momentos esses que dificilmente irei esquecer.Só preciso de ti ao meu lado para voltar a viver, para poder ver esse sorriso, para te poder dar todo o amor que tenho dentro de mim.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107908560182793928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107908560182793928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107908560182793928' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107908556356773577</id><published>2004-03-12T09:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-12T10:02:34.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AS VOLTASAinda está na minha cabeça as palavras que tu escreveste no teu blog. Sabendo que não são para mim, pensando para quem seram.Não parecem ser de liberdade criativa, mas sim escritas com sentimento, sentimento esse de alguem que desconheço, que te fez pensar e te fez escrever tão lindas palavras.Palavras essas que me fazem pensar. E se fossem para mim???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107908556356773577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107908556356773577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107908556356773577' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107901048528340835</id><published>2004-03-11T13:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:11:15.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dei os Parabéns ao teu Pai hoje, mas esqueci-me de lhe dizer Obrigado.Obrigado por ter uma filha linda, carinhosa, amiga, filha essa que amo e vou sempre amar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107901048528340835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107901048528340835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107901048528340835' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107901015965884142</id><published>2004-03-11T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:07:53.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TristePosso dizer que este dia começou bem. Acordei pensando em ti, na esperança de chegar ao escritório,e esperar que tu acordasses para poder falar ctg.Infelizmente foram falar ctg, coisas essas q soube depois de falar contigo que não foram nada de mal.Ainda estou com raiva dessa pessoa, capaz de a matar, mas sei que irias perceber logo que não era eu.Desde que acabas-te não paro de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107901015965884142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107901015965884142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107901015965884142' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107891335943755912</id><published>2004-03-10T09:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-10T10:12:27.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>13 Dias Sinto a tua falta....Amo-te muito....Tenho uma falta de estar contigo, um falta de sentir o teu amor, os teus carinhos, ver o teu sorriso, sentir os teus beijos.Neste momento, eu não tenho nada... és tu que tens tudo o que eu preciso, e por isso preciso que estejas junto a mim para voltar a sentir o verdadedeiro sentido da vida.Preciso de ti para voltar a sentir a coisa mais bonita </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107891335943755912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107891335943755912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107891335943755912' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107882739728804544</id><published>2004-03-09T10:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-09T10:19:44.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Simply LoveA simple word, but at the same time with such a powerful meaning…What is love anyway?Can anyone really say?I mean, when someone says “I love you” what does that really mean? Does it mean thinking of someone twenty-four hours a day?Feeling emptiness every time she goes away?Not being able to sleep, ‘cause one misses the other? And an incredible happiness </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107882739728804544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107882739728804544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107882739728804544' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107882715411114440</id><published>2004-03-09T10:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-09T10:15:40.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Temer o amor é temer a vida e os que temem a vida já estão meio mortos. Bertrand Russell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107882715411114440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107882715411114440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107882715411114440' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107875825282639008</id><published>2004-03-08T14:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-08T15:08:32.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 Segundo....x 1000Nunca me tinha acontecido isto, acabei de ter um flash na minha cabeça.Foi uma coisa que não tem explicação. De repente veio a cabeça muitas coisas do nosso namoro, foi tão bom, gostava de te ter ao pé de mim para te poder dizer o quanto que foi bom.Deu-me um coisa tão forte no coração, superior a todo o amor que tenho por ti, uma necessidade de voltar a andar contigo, uma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107875825282639008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107875825282639008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107875825282639008' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107873899710563092</id><published>2004-03-08T09:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-08T09:46:22.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O teu dia.......Hoje que é dia da mulher, ofereço-te esta tulipa, espero que gostes.Preferia entregar-te uma verdadeira, mas infelizmente ñ estamos juntos e sei que podias levar a mal.Amo-te muito, e tenho muitas saudades tuas, saudades do bom e do mau, saudades de ti.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107873899710563092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107873899710563092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107873899710563092' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107848239919064771</id><published>2004-03-05T10:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-05T10:29:40.343Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pensando......Passei a noite a pensar nos bons e nos maus momentos da nossa relação, por incrivel que parece tenho saudades dos dois.Por tantas mensagens que passei, não fiquei indiferente a algumas. Mensagens estas que diziam que tinhas muitas saudades minhas e que nunca me querias perder, mensagens estas que me fizeram chorar, sinal de tristeza, sinal de não ter sido capaz de manter vivo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107848239919064771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107848239919064771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848239919064771' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107840045476998884</id><published>2004-03-04T11:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-04T12:00:38.590Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tu és o meu Amor... O Amor com que sempre sonhei, que sempre quis e tive,mas perdi. É só de ti que quero receber,é só a ti que eu quero, é só contigo que eu sonho, E só a ti pertenço... De corpo e alma, quero voltar a ser teu. Diz-me que me queres também e eu irei até ao fim do mundo,para te dar todo o meu amor.Tu és o meu mundo, não importa se é o real,ou se é em sonhos, Pois a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107840045476998884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107840045476998884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840045476998884' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057402.post-107830776059444117</id><published>2004-03-03T09:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T09:58:59.373Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Esperança é a ultima a morrer, e como eu ainda estou vivo,vou-te amar até morrer.Para mim neste momento,a vida só faz sentido de uma maneira,que é estar contigo de novo.É por isso que tanto anseio,e espero chegar a esse ponto,estar contigo e amar-te para sempre.Nem que seja tentar de novo,falamos e decidimos,por  mim estava de novo junto a ti,e dava-te a liberdade para te divertires</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107830776059444117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6057402/posts/default/107830776059444117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tofeel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107830776059444117' title=''/><author><name>Filipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12883086000490263217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
