<?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-9000464364918785018</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:11:19.369Z</updated><category term='outros ensaios'/><category term='canções'/><category term='ensaio meu'/><category term='poemas'/><category term='fotos'/><category term='o que eu recomendo vivamente'/><title type='text'>Dançando o bailado das minhas fantasias</title><subtitle type='html'>Fantasia: imagem fantástica, espírito, ideia, ficção. Seja qual for a definição que encontremos para a palavra, na realidade ela será sempre um capricho da nossa imaginação. Mas maravilhoso é o facto de existir sempre a possibilidade de se realizar.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-7444765375725615068</id><published>2008-08-13T18:58:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:24:38.395+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>Agradecimento público a vós, meus filhos ;)</title><content type='html'>No rescaldo desta semana de euforia não podia deixar de agradecer publicamente às 8 "criaturinhas" que comigo partilharam a minha primeira vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, aqui vai um ENORME BEM-HAJA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...aos 3 mosqueteiros da tenda em frente (loira, eskim, nuninho) plos workshops, plas massagens, plas beijokas, plas gargalhadas que não paravam nunca, plas manchinhas vermelhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...aos pombinhos (fiuipino, pirralha) plo mel com que adoçaram a nossa estadia, plas palavras e abraços amigos em horas de neura, por me terem posto a chorar com tão boas declarações de amizade, plas manchinhas vermelhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ao mindinho que tão prontamente me ajudou nas questões mecânicas e nas psicológicas, nos risos, no amparo seguro quando o equílibrio era pouco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ao ourives/bigodes por ser o entertainer de serviço, plas manchinhas no pescoço, por me fazer rir quando nem forças tinha pa falar, por polir tão bem a sua/nossa jóia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...à minha mestre pla confirmação e oficialização do nosso relacionamento, plas manchinhas vermelhas, plas idas aos toitois, pla companhia certa de domingo à noite, plos cigarros fumados a meias, plo favaios e plo moscatel partilhados, plas cenas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ao conjunto de nós todos que, posicionados numa frente de ataque brutal, arrasámos com eles!!! nem os espanhIóis nos escaparam!!! loooool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O SW_08 foi, em duas palavras, BRU-TAL!!!!!!!!!!!! Graças a vocês cresci palmo e meio!! hehehe :)  Gosto-vos muitíssimo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bacci poeirento&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-7444765375725615068?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7444765375725615068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=7444765375725615068' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7444765375725615068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7444765375725615068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/08/agradecimento-pblico-vs-meus-filhos.html' title='Agradecimento público a vós, meus filhos ;)'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-6999451989871574043</id><published>2008-07-31T23:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:03:03.312+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>regresso....</title><content type='html'>Estou de novo em casa... Gosto muito de praia sol e mar, mas voltar a casa, às minhas coisas, às minhas pessoas... é do melhor que há!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O final das férias foi marcado por uma desilusão tremenda... o coração sangra... os olhos choram... a vida continua... mas vai continuar noutro palco... este vai entrar para obras e os ensaios estão suspensos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida muda e nós mudamos com ela... e eu vou aproveitar o balanço da onda e vou mudar... de vida... de pessoas... de desilusões... o meu coração está definitivamente transformado em pedra... de outra maneira não conseguirei suportar tanto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-6999451989871574043?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6999451989871574043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=6999451989871574043' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/6999451989871574043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/6999451989871574043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/07/regresso.html' title='regresso....'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-4638304986157692375</id><published>2008-07-22T17:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:34:02.754+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>fériaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassss...</title><content type='html'>acho que merecidamente, tou de férias!!! os posts aqui serão escassos pois não faço tensões de me aproximar muitas vezes deste tipo de bichos que são os computadores... tou de férias e quero férias!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para o povo do SW: qualquer coisa tou nos tlm... mas dia 1 de Agosto há noite de copos pa organizar a partida que, se prevê dia 4, e para começarmos a socialização!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mininas das BW: quem poderá tratar das t-shirts?? alguém que se voluntarie?? eu poxo tratar do desenho e mandar... se não houver ninguém rezem para que qd xegara a coimbra existam lojas abertas que façam isso de um dia para o outro!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os algaerves estão fenomenais!! maria sardinha está em casa!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bacci salgados como a água quente deste mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-4638304986157692375?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4638304986157692375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=4638304986157692375' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/4638304986157692375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/4638304986157692375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/07/friaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassss.html' title='fériaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassss...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-4474661969331391505</id><published>2008-07-16T23:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:34:22.087+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o que eu recomendo vivamente'/><title type='text'>Divulgação do pedido de ajuda de um palhaço em apuros - a minha contribuição para um mundo melhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apesar de muitas vezes vos falar desta minha&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; paixão&lt;/span&gt;, nunca aqui postei nada... Hoje, depois de ler mais um Tochas News, apercebi-me da enorme falta cometida... Assim, parece-me uma boa forma de me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;redimir&lt;/span&gt; perante este senhor da comédia portuguesa (e nosso colega até à bm pouco tempo...)!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Transcrevo fielmente o pedido de ajuda do meu "palhaço" preferido!! Eu sei que é díficil nesta altura, mas não custa tentar!! ;-) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;opá, se puderem vão&lt;/span&gt;!! É o melhor que existe pa curar qualquer tipo de enfermidade!!! looooool Ah!! E se passarem esta a mensagem a todos os vossos conhecidos terão &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 anos de pura felicidade&lt;/span&gt;!! Por isso nao quebrem a corrente!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(eu sei que esta piada fica mt aquém das do Tochas, mas considero uma boa tentativa!! :-D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sr.Dom Pedro: estou perdoada?? :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da fiel (mas nem por isso assídua) espectadora e admiradora... ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NÃO PERCAM O PEDRO TOCHAS NO VILLARET EM LISBOA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;PEDRO TOCHAS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apresenta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“O Palhaço Escultor” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LISBOA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teatro Villaret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17 a 19 de Julho de 2008 às 22h00&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;20 de Julho de 2008 às 18h00 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não percas a oportunidade de ver o ÚNICO espectáculo português de comédia premiado no estrangeiro:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winner of the Adelaide International Buskers Festival 2006 (Austrália) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winner of "Best Hair" awardThe 19th Halifax International Busker Festival (Canadá) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winner of "Streets of fools" award "The Biggest Fool 2003" (Norway) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pela primeira vez num Teatro em Lisboa, podes ver o que dezenas de milhar de pessoas já aplaudiram em 17 países. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"this interdisciplinary work is the one-man equivalent of “Wallace and Grommit"";"a visual treat for all the family that will never cease to entertain and amaze".Comentários no World Buskers Festival. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Traduzindo para português:O espectáculo é bom!!!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dá uma vista de olhos no vídeo promocional:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=38521477" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=38521477&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou no site do Pedro Tochas:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pedrotochas.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.pedrotochas.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bilheteira do Teatro Villaret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tel. 21 353 85 86 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Também podes comprar na bilheteira do TEATRO NACIONAL D. MARIA IIBILHETEIRA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tel. 21 325 08 35&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fax 21 325 09 38&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:reservas@teatro-dmaria.pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;reservas@teatro-dmaria.pt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e ainda na Ticketline e na FNAC (número limitado de bilhetes) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compra rápido, porque estas datas são a única oportunidade de ver este espectáculo em Lisboa em 2008. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aparece e recomenda aos teus amigos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-4474661969331391505?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4474661969331391505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=4474661969331391505' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/4474661969331391505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/4474661969331391505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-percam-o-pedro-tochas-no-villaret-em.html' title='Divulgação do pedido de ajuda de um palhaço em apuros - a minha contribuição para um mundo melhor'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-3024900737306585825</id><published>2008-07-13T11:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T11:56:40.458+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canções'/><title type='text'>Hurt_Johnny Cash </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/AO9dbmJ_2zU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/AO9dbmJ_2zU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;o post de um amigo fez-me lembrar de como gosto deste senhor... ouvir depois de tanto tempo esta música em especial, no estado de espírito em que me encontro, caiu mesmo bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks johnny richard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-3024900737306585825?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3024900737306585825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=3024900737306585825' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3024900737306585825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3024900737306585825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/07/hurtjohnny-cash_13.html' title='Hurt_Johnny Cash '/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-8926780710452630620</id><published>2008-07-09T01:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:31:11.235+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>e foi assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fazia tempo que estava de olho nele… cantava para si as melodias românticas aprendidas na juventude, enquanto o coração parecia saltar do peito…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente tomou coragem… sussurrando-lhe ao ouvido, sentiu o corpo entorpecer… &lt;em&gt;Isto é um assalto!! O coração ou a vida?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na mitologia grega Eros conquista Psique, mas na realidade foi Psique que tomou de assalto o coração do pequeno Eros…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu?? Posso raptar o teu coração??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-8926780710452630620?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8926780710452630620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=8926780710452630620' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/8926780710452630620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/8926780710452630620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-foi-assim.html' title='e foi assim...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-3937482769586855074</id><published>2008-07-07T20:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:37:34.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>porque tu és a minha... ;) </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/xuk9VZhFs0A' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/xuk9VZhFs0A'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Antonio Carlos Jobim - Garota de Ipanema&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-3937482769586855074?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3937482769586855074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=3937482769586855074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3937482769586855074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3937482769586855074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/07/porque-tu-s-minha.html' title='porque tu és a minha... ;) '/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-5418599191507048986</id><published>2008-07-06T15:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:38:12.776+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outros ensaios'/><title type='text'>ponto de emurchecimento é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...o teor em água do solo a partir do qual as plantas não são capazes de retirar mais água. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-5418599191507048986?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5418599191507048986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=5418599191507048986' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/5418599191507048986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/5418599191507048986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/07/ponto-de-emurchecimento.html' title='ponto de emurchecimento é...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-7859114949072402425</id><published>2008-07-05T15:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T15:23:42.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Mind is Purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorisyourmindquiz/purple.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the mind types, yours is the most idealistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourmindquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-7859114949072402425?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7859114949072402425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=7859114949072402425' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7859114949072402425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7859114949072402425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/07/your-mind-is-purple-of-all-mind-types.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-2472520337755734612</id><published>2008-07-05T01:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T01:19:06.863+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Amor, amor, amor, como não amam&lt;br /&gt;os que de amor o amor de amar não sabem,&lt;br /&gt;como não amam se de amor não pensam&lt;br /&gt;os que de amar o amor de amar não gozam.&lt;br /&gt;Amor, amor, nenhum amor, nenhum&lt;br /&gt;em vez do sempre amar que o gesto prende&lt;br /&gt;o olhar ao corpo que perpassa amante&lt;br /&gt;e não será de amor se outro não for&lt;br /&gt;que novamente passe como amor que é novo.&lt;br /&gt;Não se ama o que se tem nem se deseja&lt;br /&gt;o que não temos nesse amor que amamos,&lt;br /&gt;mas só amamos quando amamos o acto&lt;br /&gt;em que de amor o amor de amar se cumpre.&lt;br /&gt;Amor, amor, nem antes, nem depois,&lt;br /&gt;amor que não possui, amor que não se dá,&lt;br /&gt;amor que dura apenas sem palavras tudo&lt;br /&gt;o que no sexo é sexo só por si amado.&lt;br /&gt;Amor de amor de amar de amor tranquilamente&lt;br /&gt;o oleoso repetir das carnes que se roçam&lt;br /&gt;até ao instante em que paradas tremem&lt;br /&gt;de ansioso terminar o amor que recomeça.&lt;br /&gt;Amor, amor, amor, como não amamos que de amar o amor de amar o amor não amam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jorge de Sena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-2472520337755734612?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2472520337755734612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=2472520337755734612' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/2472520337755734612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/2472520337755734612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/07/amor.html' title='amor'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-6266017122821627062</id><published>2008-07-03T20:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:17:50.859+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>gosto...</title><content type='html'>...do sol da manhã&lt;br /&gt;...de sussurros ao ouvido&lt;br /&gt;...de massa &lt;em&gt;al dente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...da lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;...dos Maias&lt;br /&gt;...de gatos pretos&lt;br /&gt;...do número treze&lt;br /&gt;...do cheiro do café acabadinho de fazer&lt;br /&gt;...de ouvir música enquanto penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;...de rir&lt;br /&gt;...dos olhos do Jude Law&lt;br /&gt;...de falar&lt;br /&gt;...de ouvir o que as "minhas pessoas" têm pa me dizer&lt;br /&gt;...de cafuné&lt;br /&gt;...de filmes antigos&lt;br /&gt;...do cheiro a mar&lt;br /&gt;...de música, dança e teatro&lt;br /&gt;...das viagens: as feitas e as por fazer&lt;br /&gt;...de ficar morena&lt;br /&gt;...de unhas vermelhas&lt;br /&gt;...de fotografias de grupo&lt;br /&gt;...de petinga frita com salada&lt;br /&gt;...de ler o que escrevem para mim&lt;br /&gt;...de fazer sorrir quem gosto&lt;br /&gt;...de abraços apertados antes de um exame&lt;br /&gt;...do ar de mau do Wagner em "Tropa de Elite"&lt;br /&gt;...do "beijinho bom"&lt;br /&gt;...de ti, de ti e de ti&lt;br /&gt;...do conceito "blackwitchwes"&lt;br /&gt;...das conversas que não acabam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e principalmente de saber quem vocês são...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-6266017122821627062?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6266017122821627062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=6266017122821627062' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/6266017122821627062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/6266017122821627062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/07/gosto.html' title='gosto...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-5453814868126478915</id><published>2008-06-29T00:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T12:21:21.950+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>marineidi cê quer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/SGdf0GRKM2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/RXMOx-wizEc/s1600-h/image+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217244041972429666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="183" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/SGdf0GRKM2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/RXMOx-wizEc/s200/image+109.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/SGdfdg-_V4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ggCRD4Dx8FM/s1600-h/image+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma cervejinha??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loooool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigadinha filipino e babe e sr. dos anos por tudo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e já temos a casa da lanterna vermelha!! hehehe :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-5453814868126478915?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5453814868126478915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=5453814868126478915' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/5453814868126478915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/5453814868126478915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/06/marineidi.html' title='marineidi cê quer...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/SGdf0GRKM2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/RXMOx-wizEc/s72-c/image+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-6152250722084594893</id><published>2008-06-28T17:47:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T12:21:13.123+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outros ensaios'/><title type='text'>loooooooooooool :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/SGdwG5ql8LI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SCc9yYKEbWc/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217261957193003186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/SGdwG5ql8LI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SCc9yYKEbWc/s200/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"chá de alface é calmante e analgésico e uma boa forma de amenizar a dor de cabeça. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pois sim!! bom pa amenizar dor de cabeça ainda vá.. agora, calmante e analgésico?? uma ova!! gostava de saber se quem escreveu isto já provou... não devem... senão não escreviam baboseiras!! esta gente... escrever sobre o que não sabem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-6152250722084594893?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6152250722084594893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=6152250722084594893' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/6152250722084594893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/6152250722084594893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/06/ch.html' title='loooooooooooool :D'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/SGdwG5ql8LI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SCc9yYKEbWc/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-8492023508972748539</id><published>2008-06-23T18:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:19:09.779+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>mami já é AP!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora que a minha geração começa a juntar-se à classe trabalhadora, tu juntas-te ao papi e abandonam essa classe,  gozando os frutos de uma vida inteira de trabalho!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já quase nas três décadas de conhecimento, posso dizer sem margem para dúvidas que aquilo que vocemecês são se reflectiu em todos estes trinta e muitos anos ao serviço da "canalhada"! Em casa são pais, amigos, anjinhos da  minha consciência, "tios" das minhas amigas, animadores de festas, contadores de anedotas e principalmente colo amigo... Na escola nunca deixaram de ser tudo isto para aqueles a quem dedicaram a vida profissional!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muitas vezes vos ouvi dizer: "Ser professor não é uma profissão, é uma vocação!" E como é tão verdade... Não basta andar uns anos na faculdade a aprender umas balelas, nem ir a cursos de formação ou mesmo ler aqueles livros que supostamente ensinam como educar! É verdade que tudo isto ajuda, mas se não fossem esses dois corações apaixonados pelo que faziam, hoje em dia não sentiriam o resultado de tantas preocupações quando, no mais impensável dos lugares, um sorriso se abre acompanhando as palavras mágicas: "Não se lembra de mim? Fui seu aluno!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, sei que é com lágrima no canto do olho que dás por terminada obrigatória na escola, tal como aconteceu com o papi faz agora um ano. Mas sei também que vão os dois continuar apixonados pelo "fazer aprender"! Sei que mesmo sem turmas, alunos, formandos, vão entregar-se de corpo e alma a quem por perto precisar de um empurrãozinho!! Sei isto porque é impossível afastarem-se do vosso verdadeiro ser...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quantas vezes senti uma pontinha de ciúmes (vá... um ponta enorme!) dos vossos piquenos... De todas as preocupações da vossa vida, muitas eram as que deviam ser de outros pais... Mas muito mais foram as vezes em que me senti eufórica, porque por isso e por tantos outros "pequenos" pormenores,  eu pude ouvir os maiores e mais rasgados elogios sobre os meus progenitores!! E isso enche o coração de uma filha!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois desta melguice toda, vem aquilo que realmente interessa e para a qual eu trabalhei arduamente as linhas de cima... Para quando Grécia, Açores, México, Moçambique e S. Tomé? E o Avante? É este ano?  Para quando a bainha das calças arranjada, o meu quarto novo e um curso de culinária? Para quando o maracujazeiro e o revestimento da piscina?  :) hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bacci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-8492023508972748539?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8492023508972748539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=8492023508972748539' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/8492023508972748539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/8492023508972748539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/06/mami-j-ap.html' title='mami já é AP!!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-7469099720860739003</id><published>2008-06-20T11:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:26:49.498+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canções'/><title type='text'>opá!! mas o que é isto?? loool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/K_9-soqPHA8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/K_9-soqPHA8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hoje ainda meia a dormir fui confrontada com esta realidade... deu pa rir logo de manha!! :D &lt;br /&gt;bigadinha meu pão de ló (sejas lá quem fores) por me acordares assim!! lol  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-7469099720860739003?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7469099720860739003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=7469099720860739003' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7469099720860739003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7469099720860739003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/06/op-mas-o-que-isto-loool.html' title='opá!! mas o que é isto?? loool'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-2651387866440509657</id><published>2008-06-19T11:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:55:31.447+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canções'/><title type='text'>Por uma Noite _ Klepht</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/fnGnWPfdU3I' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/fnGnWPfdU3I'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;os comentários ficam pa vocês... ;) &lt;br /&gt;comentem tudo... a música, a letra, o video, o gajo, a gaja... quero mesmo saber o que pensam... prometo que depois também comento.&lt;br /&gt;bacci&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-2651387866440509657?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2651387866440509657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=2651387866440509657' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/2651387866440509657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/2651387866440509657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/06/por-uma-noite-klepht.html' title='Por uma Noite _ Klepht'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-9132819658216724598</id><published>2008-06-16T19:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:31:57.400+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>quando será??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/SFaxbl63IpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0CjZlxyWfMM/s1600-h/olhar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212548706321506962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/SFaxbl63IpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0CjZlxyWfMM/s200/olhar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Um dia ainda olhas para mim com olhos de ver...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-9132819658216724598?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/9132819658216724598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=9132819658216724598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/9132819658216724598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/9132819658216724598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/06/quando-ser.html' title='quando será??'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/SFaxbl63IpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0CjZlxyWfMM/s72-c/olhar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-4216268615380802696</id><published>2008-06-14T22:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:55:57.132+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outros ensaios'/><title type='text'>funcionamento em grupo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maior parte dos casos as estacas são dispostas em grupo para absorver os esforços transmitidos pela estrutura. O comportamento do grupo pode diferir do das estacas individuais devido ao aumento das tensões no terreno proveniente da sobreposição da zona de influência de cada estaca. O maior volume de solo submetido a tensões mais elevadas traduz-se também em maiores assentamentos para o grupo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As últimas semanas trouxeram até mim uma realidade há muito esquecida. Não tão surpreendentemente como gostaria, o meu pequeno mundo virou de pernas para o ar. Mas como grandes males proporcionam a descoberta de grandes remédios, na última semana encontrei, não a cura, mas um alívio para as minhas comichões na alma!! Sem grandes conversas, em desabafos comedidos, a companhia deles foi essencial para não me ir abaixo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saga da procura incessante pelo príncipe encantado, a teoria da plasticidade, o petting, os assentamentos, o dicionário obsceno, os ensaios in-situ, os mosquitos, o vizinho de cima e o amigo da moto4, o nível freático acima da base, o sol, as amostras indeformadas, a varanda, os maciços de encabeçamento, o banho de fim de tarde, a excentricidade, o euro, as superfícies de rotura, as minis, as conversas sobre nada, as conversas sobre tudo, os silêncios, os olhares, os afectos, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;os três&lt;/span&gt;: a minha melhor colega (que não é minha amiga), o xato que é fofo e a gata mai linda do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a vós que dedico este texto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer tirar o mérito a todos os amigos que me têm aumentado a capacidade de carga, o trio maravilha &amp;amp; a agente de 4 patas, esta semana, fizeram maravilhas por mim!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto-vos muitíssimo!! E tal como nas estacas, o nosso funcionamento em grupo resultou!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(quando falo de funcionamento em grupo, não me refiro à sua conotação sexual, viu Sr. quase eng.??)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-4216268615380802696?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4216268615380802696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=4216268615380802696' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/4216268615380802696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/4216268615380802696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/06/funcionamento-em-grupo.html' title='funcionamento em grupo...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-6155871428908259552</id><published>2008-06-14T02:23:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:43:42.562+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>fim...</title><content type='html'>Sexta-feira treze não podia ter-te trazido melhor notícia! Terminas hoje esta caminhada que juntas iniciámos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O percurso nem sempre foi fácil, sorridente ou bem percorrido, mas foi de certeza, recheado de aprendizagem! Tanto a nível profissional como a nível pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazíamos há pouco as contas… já lá vão 8 anos e 9 meses… mas parece que foi ontem que juntas partilhámos as primeiras horas do novo mundo que para nós se abria! Lembro bem aquele primeiro dia! Como são as coisas: eu tu e a ela conhecemo-nos nesse dia e não mais nos separámos! É certo que durante estes anos nem sempre estivemos coladas umas às outras, mas estivemos sempre por perto! A minha grande prece hoje, é que nos mantenhamos assim por tempo! E vá… podes cá vir deixar os rebentos… que eu conto-lhes quem tu eras!!! Hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sra. engenheira, Sra. mestre, Sra. Minha amiga, muitos muitos muitos PARABÉNS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero sinceramente que esta nova fase te encha de felicidade e realização!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero também festa de arromba com papinha boa (como diz a titta) e direito a mergulho!! lol ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-6155871428908259552?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6155871428908259552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=6155871428908259552' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/6155871428908259552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/6155871428908259552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/06/ser-sempre-assim-minha-maneira.html' title='fim...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-2912876297106911605</id><published>2008-06-08T18:53:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:03:57.785+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outros ensaios'/><title type='text'>tão certas as palavras de Vinícius...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/SEweCw83w6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/eXq6RZA4foY/s1600-h/SATC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209571901809607586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/SEweCw83w6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/eXq6RZA4foY/s200/SATC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho amigos que não sabem o quanto são meus amigos.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não percebem o amor que lhes devoto e a absoluta necessidade que tenho deles.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A amizade é um sentimento mais nobre do que o amor, eis que permite que o objecto dela se divida em outros afectos, enquanto o amor tem intrínseco o ciúme, que não admite a rivalidade&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até mesmo aqueles que não percebem o quanto são meus amigos e o quanto minha vida depende de suas existências…&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A alguns deles não procuro, basta-me saber que eles existem. Esta mera condição me encoraja a seguir em frente pela vida.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, porque não os procuro com assiduidade, não posso lhes dizer o quanto gosto deles. Eles não iriam acreditar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitos deles estão lendo esta crónica e não sabem que estão incluídos na sagrada relação de meus amigos.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas é delicioso que eu saiba e sinta que os adoro, embora não declare e não os procure.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E às vezes, quando os procuro, noto que eles não tem noção de como me são necessários, de como são indispensáveis ao meu equilíbrio vital, porque eles fazem parte do mundo que eu, tremulamente, construí e se tornaram alicerces do meu encanto pela vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se um deles morrer, eu ficarei torto para um lado. Se todos eles morrerem, eu desabo! Por isso é que, sem que eles saibam, eu rezo pela vida deles.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E me envergonho, porque essa minha prece é, em síntese, dirigida ao meu bem estar. Ela é, talvez, fruto do meu egoísmo.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por vezes, mergulho em pensamentos sobre alguns deles.Quando viajo e fico diante de lugares maravilhosos, cai-me alguma lágrima por não estarem junto de mim, compartilhando daquele prazer…&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se alguma coisa me consome e me envelhece é que a roda furiosa da vida não me permite ter sempre ao meu lado, morando comigo, andando comigo, falando comigo, vivendo comigo, todos os meus amigos, e, principalmente os que só desconfiam ou talvez nunca vão saber que são meus amigos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A gente não faz amigos, reconhece-os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. a foto não foi escolhida por acaso... fomos ver... e reencontrámo-nos nelas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-2912876297106911605?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2912876297106911605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=2912876297106911605' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-592848596332031526</id><published>2008-06-01T15:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:34:48.971+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canções'/><title type='text'>mesmo que conheça o meu lugar, devo deixá-lo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I’ve made up my mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont need to think it over &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If im wrong I am right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont need to look no further &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This aint lust I know this is love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if I tell the world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never say enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos it was not said to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And thats exactly what I need to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I end up with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or should I just keep chasing pavements &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it leads no where, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or would it be a waste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if I knew my place should I leave it there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or should I just keep chasing pavements &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it leads nowhere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I build myself up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And fly around in circles &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting as my heart drops &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my back begins to tingle &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally could this be it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or should I give up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or should I just keep chasing pavements &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it leads no where, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or would it be a waste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if I knew my place should I leave it there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or should I just keep chasing pavements &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it leads nowhere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or should I just keep chasing pavements &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it leads no where, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or would it be a waste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if I knew my place &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I leave it there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or should I just keep on chasing pavements &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I just keep on chasing pavements &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or should I just keep chasing pavements &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it leads nowhere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or would it be a waste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if I knew my place &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I leave it there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or should I just keep on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chasing, pavements &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I just keep on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chasing, pavements &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ooooooor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or should I just keep chasing pavements &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it leads nowhere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or would it be a waste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if I knew my place &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I leave it there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I give up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or should I just keep chasing pavements &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it leads nowhere eeyeee&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adele, Chasing Pavements, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBmwdlBFs1s"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBmwdlBFs1s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-592848596332031526?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-6479462083758804493</id><published>2008-06-01T01:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T01:46:50.548+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>pausa.................</title><content type='html'>.............................ou viragem de página?? para melhor será sempre... espero eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigadinha pela viagem que me proporcionaste ao longo deste tempo!!&lt;br /&gt;te espero... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bacci&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-6479462083758804493?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6479462083758804493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=6479462083758804493' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/6479462083758804493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/6479462083758804493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/05/pausa.html' title='pausa.................'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-5171361441727810399</id><published>2008-05-28T18:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:10:18.994+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>à espera de...</title><content type='html'>...melhores dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas eles nunca mais vêm.. ;-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-5171361441727810399?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5171361441727810399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=5171361441727810399' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/5171361441727810399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/5171361441727810399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/05/espera-de.html' title='à espera de...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-9102433685539577287</id><published>2008-05-23T14:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:41:05.390+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida</title><content type='html'>Parabéns pla etapa hoje concluída!! Finalmente rompeste a última amarra que ainda te prendia ali!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico contente por ti e pla nova vida que hoje começas. Fico triste porque hoje caí em mim e percebi que já não te tenho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não escrevo mais senão estrago a maquilhage.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijo enorme, do tamanho do mundo e muito obrigada por todos estes anos de amizade, estudo, lágrimas e sorrisos!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-9102433685539577287?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/9102433685539577287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=9102433685539577287' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/9102433685539577287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/9102433685539577287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoje-o-primeiro-dia-do-resto-da-tua.html' title='hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-831699879741909093</id><published>2008-05-20T19:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:38:27.620+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outros ensaios'/><title type='text'>verdade, verdadinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;O que é o amor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É uma rua muito sossegada onde só se passou uma vez...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mário Cesariny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mil obrigadinhas a quem me deu a conhecer este pedaço de verdade..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-831699879741909093?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/831699879741909093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=831699879741909093' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/831699879741909093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/831699879741909093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/05/verdade-verdadinha.html' title='verdade, verdadinha'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-3966144231454515804</id><published>2008-05-19T22:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:34:49.929+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outros ensaios'/><title type='text'>porque precisamos deles..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(…) Certa vez, um poeta disse que nenhum homem era uma ilha. Para travar o Bom Combate, precisamos de ajuda. Precisamos de amigos, e quando os amigos não estão perto, temos que transformar a solidão na nossa principal arma. Tudo o que nos cerca tem que ajudar-nos a dar os passos que precisamos em direcção ao nosso objectivo. Tudo tem que ser uma manifestação pessoal da nossa vontade de vencer o Bom Combate. Sem isto, sem perceber o que precisamos de todos e de tudo, seremos guerreiros arrogantes. E a nossa arrogância derrotar-nos-á no final, porque vamos estar de tal modo seguros de nós mesmos que não vamos perceber as armadilhas do campo de batalha. (…) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diário de um mago, Paulo Coelho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-3966144231454515804?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3966144231454515804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=3966144231454515804' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3966144231454515804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3966144231454515804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/05/porque-precisamos-deles.html' title='porque precisamos deles..'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-915501038836275455</id><published>2008-05-14T21:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:36:10.347+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>balanço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de uma semana de euforia e histeria, sou obrigada, por força das circunstâncias, a abrandar o ritmo e a reencontrar a paz perdida (tão necessária nos tempos que se avizinham). É com esforço e resignação que enfrento a rotina interrompida: voltam as horas de forno, voltam as responsabilidades académicas, voltam os almoços a correr. Mas volta também a amizade certa. Estas festas são produtivas relativamente ao conhecimento de outros que connosco partilham as piadas, as bubas, os pólenes.. Mas é na ressaca da euforia que percebemos que os de sempre, continuam os mesmos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O balanço é altamente positivo e faz-me ter mais força para o que aí vem.. Só a saudade dos que vão partir, faz escurecer aquele que podia ser um dos melhores momentos da minha vida!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu muito obrigado aos que me acompanharam nesta viagem alucinante!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bacci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-915501038836275455?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/915501038836275455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=915501038836275455' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/915501038836275455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/915501038836275455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/05/balano.html' title='balanço'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-4695458020417287138</id><published>2008-05-07T13:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:27:11.080+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><title type='text'>eu fui..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/SCGfxQMbtvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yfrUcE4LnZk/s1600-h/slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197611113471784690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/SCGfxQMbtvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yfrUcE4LnZk/s200/slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. e gostei!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-4695458020417287138?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4695458020417287138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=4695458020417287138' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/4695458020417287138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/4695458020417287138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/05/eu-fui.html' title='eu fui..'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/SCGfxQMbtvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yfrUcE4LnZk/s72-c/slide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-5343922836881811549</id><published>2008-05-02T12:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T12:42:33.423+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>começa hoje..</title><content type='html'>a semana da loucura.. quem alinha comigo nesta viagem alucinante?? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-5343922836881811549?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5343922836881811549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=5343922836881811549' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/5343922836881811549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/5343922836881811549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/05/comea-hoje.html' title='começa hoje..'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-7567568349347135654</id><published>2008-04-29T14:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T12:43:13.062+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canções'/><title type='text'>muda</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;muda o teu mundo, que eu mudei o meu..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da weasel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-7567568349347135654?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7567568349347135654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=7567568349347135654' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7567568349347135654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7567568349347135654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/04/muda.html' title='muda'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-3762339184160653814</id><published>2008-04-25T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:29:24.775+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>liberdade, liberdade, liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quantos de nós sabem o que é? Quantos de nós sabem o quanto custou a tê-la? Quantos de nós sabem quantos sofreram por “ela”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nascemos algum tempo depois daquele dia em que os cravos vermelhos substituíram as balas. Nascemos com “ela”. É um dado adquirido. É banal. E ainda a banalizamos mais.. Cada vez me convenço mais que não a temos em demasia, apenas não a sabemos usar.. achamos que não temos de lutar  mais por ela.. Achamos que não temos de a preservar.. Não podia ser mais mentira..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“a nossa liberdade termina onde começa a dos outros..”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-3762339184160653814?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3762339184160653814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=3762339184160653814' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3762339184160653814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3762339184160653814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/04/liberdade-liberdade-liberdade.html' title='liberdade, liberdade, liberdade'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-5662084355770517491</id><published>2008-04-24T11:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:51:56.477+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canções'/><title type='text'>olha.. é só mais uma dia mau..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Não quis guardá-lo para mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E com a dimensão da dor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A legitimar o fim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu dei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas foi para mostrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não havendo amor de volta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada impede a fonte de secar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas tanto pior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quem sou eu para te ensinar agora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ver o lado claro de um dia mau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tua vida foi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marcada pela dor de não saber aonde dói&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas vendo bem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não houve à luz do dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem nao tenha provado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O travo amargo da melancolia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E então rapaz, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entao porque a raiva se a culpa não é minha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serão efeitos secundários da poesia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas para que gastar o meu tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ver se aperto a tua mão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu tenho andado a pensar em nós&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ja que os teus pés não descolam do chão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dizes que eu dou só por gostar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois vou dar-te a provar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O travo amargo da solidão!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu tenho andado a pensar em nós&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já que os teus pés não descolam do chão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dizes que eu dou só por gostar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vou dar-te a provar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O travo amargo da solidão! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só mais um dia mau, mau, mau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só mais um dia mau, mau, mau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só mais um dia mau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só mais um dia mau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só mais um dia mau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ornatos Violeta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUT8t2gbOmc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUT8t2gbOmc&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-5662084355770517491?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5662084355770517491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-307978304149592656</id><published>2008-04-21T14:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:06:33.302+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outros ensaios'/><title type='text'>beijo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Se dois lábios não se podem beijar, dois olhos se beijam numa troca de olhar..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-307978304149592656?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/307978304149592656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=307978304149592656' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/307978304149592656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/307978304149592656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/04/beijo.html' title='beijo..'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-703047839628996153</id><published>2008-04-17T15:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:15:20.833+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canções'/><title type='text'>saudades do que ainda está por vir..</title><content type='html'>hoje alguém me lembrou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouvi e revivi por momentos aquele nosso primeiro ano..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senti a saudade a aproximar-se..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a partida para mim ainda está longe, mas para muitos de quem gosto está terrívelmente próxima..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3WGttZdksg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3WGttZdksg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-703047839628996153?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/703047839628996153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=703047839628996153' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/703047839628996153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/703047839628996153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/04/saudades-do-que-ainda-est-por-vir.html' title='saudades do que ainda está por vir..'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-3928316908307569776</id><published>2008-04-14T23:50:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:23:21.273+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>parfernália é..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«conjunto de objectos de uso pessoal; equipamento próprio de qualquer profissão ou actividade humana; pertences; tralha»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o que penso e realizo; o que penso e não realizo; o que faço; o que não faço; onde vou e onde não vou; o que vejo; o que não vejo; o que digo e o que fica por dizer; o que ouço; o que não ouço; o que sinto e o que fica por sentir; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;eu e tu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-3928316908307569776?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3928316908307569776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=3928316908307569776' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3928316908307569776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3928316908307569776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/04/parfernlia.html' title='parfernália é..'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-7762795350814377697</id><published>2008-04-13T16:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:16:00.551+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>tu??</title><content type='html'>tens um grave problema com o C2H5OH.. tens tens..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-7762795350814377697?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7762795350814377697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=7762795350814377697' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7762795350814377697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7762795350814377697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/04/tu.html' title='tu??'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-256752236178079129</id><published>2008-04-11T20:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:09:43.965+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>talvez..</title><content type='html'>um dia.. quem sabe??..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-256752236178079129?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/256752236178079129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=256752236178079129' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/256752236178079129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/256752236178079129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/04/talvez.html' title='talvez..'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-234561634341094608</id><published>2008-04-06T21:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:24:57.582+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>parabéns piquena!!</title><content type='html'>A segunda mais nova de nós todas faz hoje 2.. - 1 aninhos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partilhámos tanto nos últimos anos.. jantares e almoços.. praxes, borgas e estudo.. comédias e tragédias.. gostos e desgostos.. entrámos e saímos de gatas daquele que foi um dos mais estimados lugares desta cidade!! Partilhámos músicas e segredos.. cigarros e momentos mais alcoolizados!! Dançámos ao som das mesmas músicas e na companhia dos mesmos amigos.. Partilhámos Coimbra e Monte Gordo.. o rio e o mar.. Partilhámos os stresses das flores que não foram feitas e a excitação daquele dia em que atravessámos a cidade em cima do nosso carro!! Estiveste sempre pa me alegrar e também pa me ameaçar.. ("se bebes mais esse copo deixo de falar pa ti!!") e não é que resultava?? lol :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigadinha por seres quem és.. bigadinha por me ajudares a ser quem sou.. bigadinha plo banquete fantástico!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns parabéns parabéns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bacci&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-234561634341094608?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/234561634341094608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=234561634341094608' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/234561634341094608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/234561634341094608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/04/ou.html' title='parabéns piquena!!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-4891772001451942010</id><published>2008-04-04T22:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:14:15.428+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canções'/><title type='text'>é tão bom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://youtube.com/v/agUX6rWx6Yw'/" width="'425'" height="'350'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lembram-se?? e tão verdade que é..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agUX6rWx6Yw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agUX6rWx6Yw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-4891772001451942010?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4891772001451942010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=4891772001451942010' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/4891772001451942010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/4891772001451942010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-bom.html' title='é tão bom'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-8038219715806537768</id><published>2008-04-03T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:11:48.653+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>parabéns a ti!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alguém disse um dia que as pessoas entram por acaso nas nossas vidas mas não é por acaso que nela permanecem…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entraste de rompante na minha vida. Mostraste o teu lado festeiro e descontraído e fizeste-me gostar de ti por isso. Mais tarde conheci o teu lado sério e profissional e fizeste-me admirar-te ainda mais. Hoje não sei sinceramente como seria a minha vida sem a tua presença. És a cor e a festa dos meus dias cinzentos. És a cor e a festa dos meus dias de sol. Estás sempre lá: pa chorar, pa rir, pa aconselhar, pa gozar, ou mesmo pa ralhar. Sabes como eu sou.. foste mais fundo no meu ser do que alguém alguma vez foi.. Conheces-me como ninguém!! E é por tudo isto (e muito mais) que hoje, apesar da enorme falta de inspiração, não podia deixar de te escrever. De te dar os parabéns por estes 2… anos de uma vida maravilhosa e te desejar felicidade para os próximos 100!! De preferência comigo por perto!! Não esqueças de mim, não?? E lembra-te sempre, mesmo quando te sentires sozinha no mundo, que estarei sempre aqui por ti. Mesmo que separadas por um oceano, não deixarei de ir buscar a lua, se esse for o teu desejo maior!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És minha amiga e não te deixarei partir do meu coração.. e nem penses em tentar fugir!! Eu encontro-te!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns amiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bacci&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-8038219715806537768?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8038219715806537768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=8038219715806537768' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/8038219715806537768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/8038219715806537768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/04/parabns-ti.html' title='parabéns a ti!!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-8092365955643914014</id><published>2008-03-30T16:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:11:48.654+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>black witches..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/R--1EgAZOCI/AAAAAAAAABw/_CJcCBOsVJ8/s1600-h/10457386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183560785042421794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/R--1EgAZOCI/AAAAAAAAABw/_CJcCBOsVJ8/s200/10457386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;assim nos chamaram depois de sexta à noite.. assim ficaremos agora conhecidas.. somos as black witches.. bigada pela viagem de vassoura que me têem proporciondo nos últimos tempos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-8092365955643914014?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8092365955643914014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=8092365955643914014' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/8092365955643914014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/8092365955643914014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/03/black-witches.html' title='black witches..'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/R--1EgAZOCI/AAAAAAAAABw/_CJcCBOsVJ8/s72-c/10457386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-2690271741343468702</id><published>2008-03-27T06:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:25:44.828Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canções'/><title type='text'>All I Want Is You </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/hHXau3zAe7E' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/hHXau3zAe7E'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;recomendada por um amigo, a banda sonora de "Juno" revelou-se-me.. esta faixa em especial diz muito do que sou..&lt;br /&gt;bacci&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-2690271741343468702?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2690271741343468702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=2690271741343468702' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/2690271741343468702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/2690271741343468702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-i-want-is-you.html' title='All I Want Is You '/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-7930455232442640599</id><published>2008-03-25T23:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:11:48.654+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>medo..</title><content type='html'>O chão fugiu debaixo dos pés cansados da caminhada. Depois do pedaço já percorrido,  estranha-se ao olhar para trás e não perceber porque não se pode olhar para o futuro.. O medo instala-se, como se de um vírus se tratasse e tudo o que até agora era um sonho bonito, transforma-se numa premonição aterradora..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregaste-me o medo..  não sei que faça..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-7930455232442640599?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7930455232442640599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=7930455232442640599' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7930455232442640599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7930455232442640599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/03/medo.html' title='medo..'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-6286343851948824062</id><published>2008-03-21T20:06:00.019Z</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:14:16.836+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canções'/><title type='text'>enquanto houver sol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/R-at1QAZOBI/AAAAAAAAABo/Gh6czc619Mo/s1600-h/sol2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181019551677626386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/R-at1QAZOBI/AAAAAAAAABo/Gh6czc619Mo/s200/sol2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando não houver saida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando não houver mais solução , ainda há de haver saida, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem uma ideia vale uma vida&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando não houver esperança,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando não restar nem ilusão, ainda há de haver esperança, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;em cada um de nós há algo de uma criança&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto houver sol,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto houver sol, ainda haverá,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto houver sol, enquanto houver sol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando não houver caminho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmo sem amor, sem direção, a sós ninguém esta sozinho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;é caminhando que se faz o caminho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando não houver desejo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando não restar nem mesmo dor, ainda há de haver desejo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;em cada um de nós aonde Deus colocou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto houver sol,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto houver sol, ainda haverá,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto houver sol, enquanto houver sol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Titãs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NOTA:é antiga, é brasileira, pode não ser música pra muitos, mas... ouçam, pensem na letra... vejam como diz tanto em tão poucos versos... e podem ter a certeza, enquanto houver sol.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAXWTLgjB2o&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAXWTLgjB2o&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-6286343851948824062?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6286343851948824062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=6286343851948824062' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/6286343851948824062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/6286343851948824062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/03/enquanto-houver-sol.html' title='enquanto houver sol...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/R-at1QAZOBI/AAAAAAAAABo/Gh6czc619Mo/s72-c/sol2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-7207704024047242270</id><published>2008-03-09T15:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:14:16.836+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>Para ti, cidade minha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/R-arewAZN8I/AAAAAAAAABA/eo8Z1mrj1YE/s1600-h/coimbra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181016966107314114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/R-arewAZN8I/AAAAAAAAABA/eo8Z1mrj1YE/s200/coimbra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu olhar extasiado percorre cada traço, cada movimento e cada cadência. Tantas foram as vezes que para ti olhei e que por ti passei, mas tão poucas foram aquelas em que te entendi na tua essência... Agora que volto e te revejo no alto da tua imponência, voltam também as lembranças de sempre... Viste-me nascer, crescer e tornar-me mulher... Estiveste sempre ali nos momentos mais terríveis e nos mais maravilhosos. Momentos que não posso esquecer e que me acompanham para onde quer que eu vá. Conheces os meus fracassos e as derrotas anunciadas. Exultas nas minhas conquistas, nas glórias da juventude que agora vejo escapar nas águas turvas que te percorrem. Turvas, mas guardiãs de tantos segredos: meus, teus e de todos os que por ti passam. Segredos que te confidenciei em momentos em que mais nada ou ninguém me podia valer e que tão bem soubeste guardar. Quantas vezes chorei nos teus braços de irmã e amiga, os meus desamores. Quantas vezes me reconfortaste ao som do dedilhar das cordas da guitarra. Os teus cheiros, os teus sons, o teu movimento ficam para sempre na minha memória, emoldurando as imagens dos sítios, das pessoas e dos momentos que insistem em não desaparecer. És o meu porto seguro, as respostas às minhas perguntas, o palco das tragédias e comédias da minha vida. Quero lembrar-te para sempre assim jovem e bonita, com o teu passado tão próprio e um futuro que se espera brilhante. Voltarei sempre para te saudar e te admirar.&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu és assim... Mais do que um espaço físico, és um sentimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-7207704024047242270?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7207704024047242270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=7207704024047242270' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7207704024047242270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7207704024047242270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/03/para-ti-cidade-minha.html' title='Para ti, cidade minha'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/R-arewAZN8I/AAAAAAAAABA/eo8Z1mrj1YE/s72-c/coimbra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-7855661468086777019</id><published>2008-03-04T17:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:05:42.904Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outros ensaios'/><title type='text'>Amor e Posse: a impossibilidade de existirem juntos</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(...) Não confundas o amor com o delírio da posse, que acarreta os piores sofrimentos. Porque, contrariamente à opinião comum, o amor não faz sofrer. O instinto de propriedade, que é o contrário do amor, esse é que faz sofrer. (...) Eu sei assim reconhecer aquele que ama verdadeiramente: é que ele não pode ser prejudicado. O amor verdadeiro começa lá onde não se espera mais nada em troca. (...) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-7855661468086777019?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7855661468086777019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=7855661468086777019' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7855661468086777019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7855661468086777019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/03/amor-e-posse-impossibilidade-de.html' title='Amor e Posse: a impossibilidade de existirem juntos'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-3238120689656010148</id><published>2008-02-03T11:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:05:00.276Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canções'/><title type='text'>mininas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/3Z0qE0N7Gpc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/3Z0qE0N7Gpc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;queria partilhar convosco esta versão brasileira da canção de Gean Lucca Grignani. é lindaaaa!! e o personagem do videoclipe?? hum?? e depois ainda dizem que os ingleses são frios..são são.. ;) &lt;br /&gt;baci a tutti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-3238120689656010148?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3238120689656010148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=3238120689656010148' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3238120689656010148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3238120689656010148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2008/02/mininas.html' title='mininas'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-403187639072170964</id><published>2007-12-17T12:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:06:21.709Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Só tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dos lábios que me beijaram,&lt;br /&gt;Dos braços que me abraçaram&lt;br /&gt;Já não me lembro, nem sei...&lt;br /&gt;São tantas as que me amaram!&lt;br /&gt;São tantas as que eu amei!&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu - que rude contraste!&lt;br /&gt;Tu, que jamais me beijaste,&lt;br /&gt;Tu, que jamais abracei,&lt;br /&gt;Só tu, nesta alma, ficaste,&lt;br /&gt;De todas as que eu amei. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paulo Setúbal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-403187639072170964?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/403187639072170964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=403187639072170964' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/403187639072170964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/403187639072170964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2007/12/s-tu.html' title='Só tu'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-1508034637148267081</id><published>2007-12-15T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:06:21.710Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Além da terra, Além do céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Além da Terra, além do Céu, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no trampolim do sem-fim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;das estrelas, no rastro dos astros, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;na magnólia das nebulosas. Além, muito além do sistema &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;solar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;até onde alcançam o pensamento &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e o coração, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vamos! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vamos conjugar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o verbo fundamental essencial, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o verbo transcendente, acima das &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gramáticas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e do medo e da moeda e da &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;política, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o verbo sempreamar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o verbo pluriamar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;razão de ser e de viver. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-1508034637148267081?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1508034637148267081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=1508034637148267081' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/1508034637148267081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/1508034637148267081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2007/12/alm-da-terra-alm-do-cu.html' title='Além da terra, Além do céu'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-8872090824335413761</id><published>2007-12-10T17:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:06:33.172Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>Voltas?</title><content type='html'>O mesmo café. O mesmo pedido. A mesma espera. O mesmo de sempre. Olho o açúcar que se afunda na espuma do café que o empregado solícito me trouxe mesmo sem eu pedir. Tantas foram as vezes que fiz aquele mesmo pedido. Tantas foram as vezes que esperei por ti, ali naquela mesma mesa. É só mais uma. Será a derradeira? Será que hoje me vais dizer o que não quero ouvir? A colher mexe o café comandada por uma mão esquecida. As voltas do café. As voltas do meu pensamento. Demoras mais do que eu previa. O coração acelera. As pernas tremem. As mãos ficam molhadas. Porque ainda não estás aqui? Será que vens? Ou será que não tens coragem? Apareces, enfim. Agora tudo pára em meu redor. Só te vejo a ti. Só te ouço a ti. A colher parou. Os pensamentos também. Olho estaticamente para ti. Tento perceber o que me queres dizer. O motivo do encontro. A surpresa. Pedes desculpa pelo atraso. Pedes desculpa pelo atraso do pedido de desculpas. Pedes desculpa pelo que fizeste. Pedes desculpa pelo que não fizeste. Pedes para voltar.. A colher volta a mexer o café já tão mexido. Os pensamentos entram num rodopio. O chão foge debaixo de mim. Tudo parece voltar ao que era. Mas será que é mesmo assim? Será que queres mesmo o que me propões? Não será já tarde demais? E mais uma vez tu pedes: “Voltas?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-8872090824335413761?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8872090824335413761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=8872090824335413761' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/8872090824335413761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/8872090824335413761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2007/12/voltas.html' title='Voltas?'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-125496462661604582</id><published>2007-12-09T21:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:06:39.606Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outros ensaios'/><title type='text'>será??</title><content type='html'>"a incerteza é a mãe da insegurança.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-125496462661604582?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-2184101521228870693</id><published>2007-11-28T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:03:05.907Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canções'/><title type='text'>Fall Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You swear you recall nothing at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That could make you come back down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made up your mind to leave it all behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you're forced to fight it out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fall away from your past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's following you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fall away from your past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's following you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You left something undone, it's now your rerun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the one you can't erase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should have made it right, so you wouldn't have to fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To put a smile back on your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fall away from your past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's following you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fall away from your past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's following you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fall away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fall away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something I've done that I can't outrun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something I've done that I can't outrun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you should wait maybe you should run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's something you've said that can't be undone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you fall away from your past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But It's following you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fall away from your past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But It's following you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fall away from your past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But It's following you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fall away from your past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But It's following you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fall away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's following you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fall away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Fray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Away'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-2401079289283558368</id><published>2007-10-23T01:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:07:43.189Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>(...)</title><content type='html'>Abro aqui um parêntesis para reconhecer oficialmente que não percebo nada destas modernices tecnológicas!! E muito menos de programação.. ;( Ao adoptar o animalzinho de estimação que é tão bonitinho, a sidebar (como eles lhe chamam) foi parar ao fundo blog... Reclama-se urgentemente a ajuda de um ser habilidoso e entendido nestas matérias e que disponibilize um pouco do seu tempo para me ajudar.. please!!.. fecho parêntesis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-2401079289283558368?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2401079289283558368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=2401079289283558368' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/2401079289283558368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/2401079289283558368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='(...)'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-6692251656388482208</id><published>2007-10-19T23:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:08:15.452Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outros ensaios'/><title type='text'>Amizade é..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/zFtRSy9D5-w' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/zFtRSy9D5-w'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-6692251656388482208?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6692251656388482208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=6692251656388482208' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/6692251656388482208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/6692251656388482208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2007/10/amizade.html' title='Amizade é..'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-4049767314727074568</id><published>2007-10-18T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:07:00.181Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Apelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Porque &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;não vens agora, que te quero &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E adias esta urgencia? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prometes-me o futuro e eu desespero &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O futuro é o disfarce da impotência.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje, aqui, já, neste momento, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou nunca mais. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sombra do alento é o desalento &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O desejo o limite dos mortais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miguel Torga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-4049767314727074568?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4049767314727074568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=4049767314727074568' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/4049767314727074568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/4049767314727074568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2007/10/apelo.html' title='Apelo'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-3945408156862042640</id><published>2007-10-15T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:08:27.773Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outros ensaios'/><title type='text'>Sempre o mesmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"[...] Do princípio ao fim amamos sempre o mesmo. O que vamos amando é que encaixa melhor ou pior nesse mesmo. Por vezes julgamos que é exactamente, finalmente isso por que ansiávamos e exultamos para depois descobrirmos que nos enganáramos, redondamente. Do princípio ao fim o mesmo, que não há maneira de saber o que é. Continue tentando. Faz parte do verdadeiro procurar o não saber o que se procura, o estar permanentementeà espera de ser surpreendido, o ser surpreendido.  [...]"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cala a minha boca com a tua, Pedro Paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-3945408156862042640?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3945408156862042640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=3945408156862042640' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3945408156862042640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3945408156862042640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2007/10/sempre-o-mesmo.html' title='Sempre o mesmo'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-3952013468434322688</id><published>2007-10-07T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:07:43.189Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>Parabéns a nós!!!</title><content type='html'>Muitos muitos muitos parabéns a nós!!!&lt;br /&gt;6 aninhos! Tão crescidinha que tá!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Quantos mais temos pela frente? Muitos? Espero que sim!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Te mt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-3952013468434322688?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3952013468434322688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=3952013468434322688' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3952013468434322688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3952013468434322688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2007/10/s-tu.html' title='Parabéns a nós!!!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-7344004107014563185</id><published>2007-09-15T14:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:07:43.190Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>Parabéns a ti, amiga minha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/yj6cbM-h8xg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/yj6cbM-h8xg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aproveita a vida. Vive o momento. Sente. Pensa. Chora. Ri. Mas sempre comigo por perto, xim? ;)&lt;br /&gt;E não te esqueças que estou sempre aqui por ti. Para te ouvir, apoiar, amar, respeitar, e defender se for preciso! lol (ai credo! parece um comprimisso de casamento... onde é que isto já vai!)&lt;br /&gt;Love you&lt;br /&gt;beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-7344004107014563185?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7344004107014563185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=7344004107014563185' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7344004107014563185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/7344004107014563185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2007/09/parabns-ti-amiga-minha_15.html' title='Parabéns a ti, amiga minha!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-676024639250276267</id><published>2007-09-12T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:07:43.191Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>Partida</title><content type='html'>As mãos molhadas escondidas nos bolsos. As lágrimas que teimam em aparecer, mesmo que protegidas pelas lentes escuras. As pernas a tremer. O coração apertado. O teu sorriso hesitante. A tua vontade (frustrada) de mostrar firmeza e não chorar também. O teu sorriso a desaparecer por de trás das máquinas cinzentas. O vai e vem das pessoas, indiferentes, que por nós passam. Tudo se passa à minha volta como que em câmara lenta. Não vejo. Não ouço. Não sinto. A visão está agora totalmente preenchida pelas lágrimas. O caminhar em direcção à porta. O entrar na dura realidade que agora temos de enfrentar. Tentar. Retomar o dia-a-dia. Difícil. Muito difícil. O contar os dias que faltam para o reencontro. Esperar ver-te de novo. Sentir-te de novo. Esperar, enfim. É o que nos resta. Porque habituar a isto... jamais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baci&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-676024639250276267?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/676024639250276267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=676024639250276267' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/676024639250276267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/676024639250276267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2007/09/partida.html' title='Partida'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-2701695363426558053</id><published>2007-07-04T19:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:04:08.847Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canções'/><title type='text'>Like a Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/aMIaApFCLu8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/aMIaApFCLu8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Porque tu és assim... a estrela que me guia...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-2701695363426558053?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2701695363426558053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=2701695363426558053' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/2701695363426558053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/2701695363426558053'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://youtube.com/v/i-IEptPCHEQ'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-2634905852908776124?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2634905852908776124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=2634905852908776124' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/2634905852908776124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/2634905852908776124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2007/06/she.html' title='She'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-8593239721426150440</id><published>2007-06-05T19:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:07:00.182Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Vaidade</title><content type='html'>No fundo, no fundo, eu sou assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonho que sou a poetisa eleita,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquela que diz tudo e tudo sabe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que tem a inspiração pura e perfeita,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que reúne num verso a imensidade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonho que um verso meu tem claridade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para encher todo o mundo! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que deleita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo aqueles que morrem de saudade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo os de alma profunda e insatisfeita!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonho que sou Alguém cá neste mundo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquela de saber vasto e profundo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aos pés de quem a Terra anda curvada!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando mais no céu eu vou sonhando,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando mais no alto ando voando,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acordo do meu sonho... E não sou nada!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-8593239721426150440?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8593239721426150440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=8593239721426150440' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/8593239721426150440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/8593239721426150440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2007/06/vaidade.html' title='Vaidade'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-8252917941879327485</id><published>2007-06-01T15:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:07:00.182Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Êxtase</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;E Luísa tinha suspirado, tinha beijado o papel devotamente! Era a primeira vez que lhe escreviam aquelas sentimentalidades, e o seu orgulho dilatava-se ao calor amoroso que saia delas, como um corpo ressequido que se estira num banho tépido; sentia um acréscimo de estima por si mesma, e parecia-lhe que entrava enfim numa existência superiormente interessante, onde cada hora tinha o seu encanto diferente, cada passo conduzia a um êxtase, e a alma se cobria de um luxo radioso de sensações!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Primo Bazílio, Eça de Queiroz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-8252917941879327485?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8252917941879327485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=8252917941879327485' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/8252917941879327485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/8252917941879327485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2007/06/xtase.html' title='Êxtase'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-8949176877635743519</id><published>2007-05-23T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:07:43.191Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>Lua</title><content type='html'>Olho para ela agora que descansamos. Ela ilumina o teu rosto que descansa na almofada depois da explosão. O traço moreno e forte do teu queixo desenha uma forma estranha mas sensual na alvura da almofada. Sinto o fogo queimar dentro de mim, o mesmo fogo que uns momentos antes me fundia em ti. É hora de descansar, mas o meu corpo não segue as regras: quer ficar a contemplar a beleza que se estende ao seu lado, quer absorver toda a intensidade que emanas. É inevitável o momento da separação, mesmo que esta seja momentânea. O meu corpo pede já que voltes para junto dele. Quando é o reencontro?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-8949176877635743519?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8949176877635743519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=8949176877635743519' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/8949176877635743519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/8949176877635743519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2007/05/lua.html' title='Lua'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-5697467499392078085</id><published>2007-05-20T13:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:07:00.182Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Fome de ti</title><content type='html'>Hoje acordei ainda com mais fome de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os Cinco Sentidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São belas - bem o sei, essas estrelas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mil cores - divinais têm essas flores;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas eu não tenho amor, olho para elas;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em toda a natureza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não vejo outra beleza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senão a ti - a ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divina - ai! sim, será a voz que afina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudosa - na ramagem densa, umbrosa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será; mas eu do rouxinol que trina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não oiço a melodia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem sinto outra harmonia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senão a ti - a ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respira - n'aura que entre as flores gira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celeste - incenso de perfume agreste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei... não sinto: minha alma não aspira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não percebe, não toma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senão o doce aroma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que vem de ti - de ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formosos - são os pomos saborosos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É um mimo - de néctar o racimo:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu tenho fome e sede... sequiosos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Famintos meus desejos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estão... mas é de beijos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E só de ti - de ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macia - deve a relva luzidia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do leito - se por certo em que me deito;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas quem, ao pé de ti, quem poderia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentir outras carícias,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tocar noutras delícias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senão em ti - em ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti! ai, a ti só os meus sentidos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos num confundidos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentem, ouvem, respiram;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em ti, por ti deliram.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em ti a minha sorte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A minha vida em ti;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando venha a morte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será morrer por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almeida Garrett&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-5697467499392078085?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5697467499392078085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=5697467499392078085' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/5697467499392078085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/5697467499392078085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2007/05/fome-de-ti.html' title='Fome de ti'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-3783672857907429626</id><published>2007-05-18T12:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:07:00.183Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>A vida é como uma viagem</title><content type='html'>Sempre encarei a vida como uma longa viagem. Um dia descobri este poema de um grande escritor português e achei que era a tradução mais exacta que alguma vez tinha lido (ou escrito) sobre aquilo que penso da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A viagem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aparelhei o barco da ilusão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E reforcei a fé de marinheiro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era longe o meu sonho, e traiçoeiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Só nos é concedida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que temos;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E é nela que é preciso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Procurar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O velho paraíso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que perdemos).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prestes, larguei a vela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E disse adeus ao cais, à paz tolhida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desmedida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A revolta imensidão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transforma dia a dia a embarcação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numa errante e alada sepultura...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas corto as ondas sem desanimar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em qualquer aventura,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que importa é partir, não é chegar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miguel Torga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-3783672857907429626?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3783672857907429626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=3783672857907429626' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3783672857907429626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/3783672857907429626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2007/05/vida-como-uma-viagem.html' title='A vida é como uma viagem'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000464364918785018.post-6196713590176654702</id><published>2007-05-17T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:08:41.062Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensaio meu'/><title type='text'>Acto Primeiro - Cena I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/RxIpRzEQ3pI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CNS27YwXsF0/s1600-h/normal_142815_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121201112016281234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/RxIpRzEQ3pI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CNS27YwXsF0/s200/normal_142815_photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yupy!!! Estreio hoje a minha incursão no mundo bloguista.&lt;br /&gt;Tal como uma bailarina que ensaia para o grande espectáculo, também eu vou errando e acertando os passos do bailado que é o meu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Por esta sala de ensaios passarão nomes conhecidos e outros menos conhecidos; textos poéticos e outros mais brejeiros; fotos artísticas e outras de ocasião. Serão sempre os avanços e recuos na grande produção que é a vida nunca esquecendo que a fantasia tal como comanda um bailarino em palco, nos orienta toda a nossa vida. Ou pelo menos devia ser assim…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9000464364918785018-6196713590176654702?l=bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6196713590176654702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9000464364918785018&amp;postID=6196713590176654702' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/6196713590176654702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9000464364918785018/posts/default/6196713590176654702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailarinaemensaio.blogspot.com/2007/05/acto-primeiro-cena-i.html' title='Acto Primeiro - Cena I'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13220489300243757239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/ShGbKCpqsPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HANpcSI8Qwk/S220/maria.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_is86aQdKWgc/RxIpRzEQ3pI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CNS27YwXsF0/s72-c/normal_142815_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
