<?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-6315332521262440181</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:42:08.795Z</updated><title type='text'>PORQUE FOSTE EMBORA</title><subtitle type='html'>AMO-TE MUITO. ÉS UMA GRANDE AMIGA, SEM NADA PEDIR EM TROCA.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adeliameuamor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315332521262440181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adeliameuamor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Filipe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ic6nvZB5ThU/TJIFzfIEz3I/AAAAAAAABEQ/Mcz84n-yXe8/S220/ft2.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315332521262440181.post-8179245783765923465</id><published>2008-07-04T03:42:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:58:32.659+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ENCONTROS COM A REALIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Década de 70. Uma vida agitada de se querer viver tudo, compreender tudo, aprender a viver em liberdade. Concretizar nossos sonhos. Experimentar aquilo que pensava-mos ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possível&lt;/span&gt;. Um romantismo social em toda a sua dimensão.&lt;br /&gt;Eu e tu, novos na idade embora com experiência na luta que se vinha travando contra a ditadura, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tínhamos&lt;/span&gt; a responsabilidade de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;permanecer&lt;/span&gt; nos nossos empregos, manter o colégio à nossa filha, manter a casa arrendada e outros pequenos aspectos correntes.&lt;br /&gt;Nossas responsabilidades eram muito grandes, para quem muito novos se tornaram autónomos da respectivas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;famílias&lt;/span&gt;, não por conflitos, mas porque não queríamos prejudicá-los com as nossas acções e sendo consequentes com as nossas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;atitudes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto a possibilidade de nos socorrer das nossa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;famílias&lt;/span&gt; (que não se conheciam) era rejeitado por principio, considerando isso como o último recurso.&lt;br /&gt;Eu trabalhava numa Emissora de Rádio e tu agora minha Mulher trabalhavas numa Editora Livreira.&lt;br /&gt;É com os acontecimentos nestes locais de trabalho, que muito pouco depois do 25 Abril de 74, nossos sonhos se começam a desvanecer.&lt;br /&gt;É a partir deste momento que no nosso romantismo e paixão se começa a expressar o nosso companheirismo e o "sentir-do-sentir" um pelo outro. Amizade aliada ao Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315332521262440181-8179245783765923465?l=adeliameuamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315332521262440181/posts/default/8179245783765923465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315332521262440181/posts/default/8179245783765923465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adeliameuamor.blogspot.com/2008/07/encontros-com-realidade.html' title='ENCONTROS COM A REALIDADE'/><author><name>Filipe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ic6nvZB5ThU/TJIFzfIEz3I/AAAAAAAABEQ/Mcz84n-yXe8/S220/ft2.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315332521262440181.post-2369441130619996163</id><published>2008-06-30T17:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:00:21.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPELHO DE MÃE SOLTEIRA  2/2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ic6nvZB5ThU/SGkRER_HemI/AAAAAAAAAdk/sq3oOU6CKvg/s1600-h/Digitalizar0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217720408530713186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ic6nvZB5ThU/SGkRER_HemI/AAAAAAAAAdk/sq3oOU6CKvg/s400/Digitalizar0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315332521262440181-2369441130619996163?l=adeliameuamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315332521262440181/posts/default/2369441130619996163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315332521262440181/posts/default/2369441130619996163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adeliameuamor.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='ESPELHO DE MÃE SOLTEIRA  2/2'/><author><name>Filipe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ic6nvZB5ThU/TJIFzfIEz3I/AAAAAAAABEQ/Mcz84n-yXe8/S220/ft2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ic6nvZB5ThU/SGkRER_HemI/AAAAAAAAAdk/sq3oOU6CKvg/s72-c/Digitalizar0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315332521262440181.post-4498222103437409900</id><published>2008-06-30T17:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:00:57.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPELHO DE MÃE SOLTEIRA  1/2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ic6nvZB5ThU/SGkQYwwbQiI/AAAAAAAAAdc/MZ-lnNgyiSA/s1600-h/Digitalizar0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217719660876349986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ic6nvZB5ThU/SGkQYwwbQiI/AAAAAAAAAdc/MZ-lnNgyiSA/s400/Digitalizar0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315332521262440181-4498222103437409900?l=adeliameuamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315332521262440181/posts/default/4498222103437409900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315332521262440181/posts/default/4498222103437409900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adeliameuamor.blogspot.com/2008/06/espelho-de-uma-me-solteira.html' title='ESPELHO DE MÃE SOLTEIRA  1/2'/><author><name>Filipe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ic6nvZB5ThU/TJIFzfIEz3I/AAAAAAAABEQ/Mcz84n-yXe8/S220/ft2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ic6nvZB5ThU/SGkQYwwbQiI/AAAAAAAAAdc/MZ-lnNgyiSA/s72-c/Digitalizar0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
