<?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-281649818807212976</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:18:01.568Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu não sou nenhuma santa...</title><subtitle type='html'>eventualmente</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-280616573499059256</id><published>2011-09-02T17:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T03:07:54.720Z</updated><title type='text'>The WAY</title><summary type='text'>To the right where nothing's left...to the left where nothing's right...There's only one thing for certain.What we regret more is the chances we never took.I'm living on my way. It's not right or wrong. It's the WAY.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/280616573499059256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-right-where-nothings-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/280616573499059256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/280616573499059256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-right-where-nothings-left.html' title='The WAY'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4VmQZKQ5Sl4/Tv58TCCqS8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/MKTQ5I3hzU0/s72-c/DSC_0475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-5881319009205185524</id><published>2011-08-10T11:55:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T14:58:01.754+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bruxa e o Sapo</title><summary type='text'>Sonho com o príncipe e vislumbro o sapo.E então penso que também ele, ao espreitar-me, vislumbra a bruxa, que não o mima, e que também ele me vigia mórbida e atentamente, e me vê com um olhar que não conhece, parecendo que nem uma gota de amor corre no meu sangue de feiticeira, que em tempos o encantou disfarçada de princesa.No terror de nos perdermos e porque todo o sapo deseja ser príncipe e</summary><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9cdjjvV4KQ/TkKNIMgDt7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/7eszic9H_dc/s72-c/Sapo%2Be%2Bbruxa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-2159075979240502481</id><published>2011-07-27T18:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T16:11:39.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider's Web</title><summary type='text'>Cause the line between,Wrong and right,Is the width of a thread,From a spider's web... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/2159075979240502481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2011/07/spiders-web.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-5303223711831236294</id><published>2011-07-11T17:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:26:55.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cântico Negro</title><summary type='text'>     "Vem por aqui" - dizem-me alguns com os olhos doces      Estendendo-me os braços, e seguros      De que seria bom que eu os ouvisse      Quando me dizem: "vem por aqui!"      Eu olho-os com olhos lassos,      (Há, nos olhos meus, ironias e cansaços)      E cruzo os braços,      E nunca vou por ali...       A minha glória é esta:   Criar desumanidade!   Não acompanhar ninguém.   - Que eu vivo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/5303223711831236294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2011/07/cantico-negra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/5303223711831236294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/5303223711831236294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2011/07/cantico-negra.html' title='Cântico Negro'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-4970965974160401324</id><published>2011-07-11T17:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:19:33.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase eu</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/4970965974160401324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2011/07/quase-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/4970965974160401324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/4970965974160401324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2011/07/quase-eu.html' title='Quase eu'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jkjz6ND-QYs/ThsiWBmqsGI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tJcHMH2W2Ro/s72-c/DSC_0269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-948145057922774881</id><published>2011-01-08T19:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:22:01.732Z</updated><title type='text'>A Segurança Destas Paralelas</title><summary type='text'>www.olhares.com (Galeria de José De Almeida &amp; Maria Flores)A segurança destas paralelas— a beira da varanda e o horizonte;assim me pacifico, e é por elasque subo lentamente cada monte.O tempo arrefecido, e só sopradopor uma brisa tarda que do martorna este minuto leve aconchegado,traz mansas as certezas de se estar.E vêm novos nomes: são as fadas,gigantes e anões, que são assimalegres de o serem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/948145057922774881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2011/01/seguranca-destas-paralelas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/948145057922774881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/948145057922774881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2011/01/seguranca-destas-paralelas.html' title='A Segurança Destas Paralelas'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/TSntsr6gf4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/csJbAfYuE8M/s72-c/O%2BBa%25C3%25BA%2Bdos%2BSonhos%2BII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-3106014084657210279</id><published>2010-06-14T19:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:58:58.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Naifa nasceu em 2004 através da união de esforços de João Aguardela (conhecido por ser fundador e vocalista dos Sitiados, infelizmente desaparecido entre nós no ano passado) e Luis Varatojo, músicos com raízes na pop portuguesa dos anos 80 e 90, aos quais se juntou uma nova voz- Maria Antónia Mendes.  Em cinco anos de existência, A Naifa editou três discos e criou um repertório totalmente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/3106014084657210279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2010/06/naifa-nasceu-em-2004-atraves-da-uniao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/3106014084657210279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/3106014084657210279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2010/06/naifa-nasceu-em-2004-atraves-da-uniao.html' title=''/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-2478704744186116932</id><published>2010-04-30T18:58:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:09:54.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Derradeira Condição</title><summary type='text'>O desinteresse ecoa no fundo da alma como se fosse uma tempestade. Por vezes mergulha num silêncio profundo, forte e perturbador. Houve um tempo em que a embalava e confortava. A sua presença era sinónimo de "estar".Hoje causa-lhe nervos, tristeza, insónia e indisciplina-lhe os pensamentos. Vagueia entre o desejo de o perder e o horror de naufragar sem ele. Oscila entre a idealização e a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/2478704744186116932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-seu-desinteresse-ecoa-em-si-como-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/2478704744186116932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/2478704744186116932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-seu-desinteresse-ecoa-em-si-como-se.html' title='Derradeira Condição'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/S_lFNuzBQgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/j3G588U20UE/s72-c/xadrez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-3388675816922734121</id><published>2010-04-19T22:51:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:56:42.477+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Lua para a Madalena</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Trebuchet MS"; 	panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/3388675816922734121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2010/04/uma-lua-para-madalena.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/3388675816922734121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/3388675816922734121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2010/04/uma-lua-para-madalena.html' title='Uma Lua para a Madalena'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/S9sSyaRvQbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/zpu8Ur99kuE/s72-c/p%C3%A9s+de+menina-+Svetlana+Bekyarova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-8669599495298825355</id><published>2010-04-18T11:11:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:44:26.647+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Alice (Chaves)</title><summary type='text'>Cantora, compositora, produtora, actriz e verdadeiramente encantadora em palco (e não só), Alicia Keys deixou-me deslumbrada no concerto que deu no Pavilhão Atlântico em 2008. Ela cantou, dançou, seduziu e brilhou intensamente durante a actuação, mas foi ao piano que me deixou apaixonada pelo seu estilo. Desde então fiquei mais atenta à carreira e tenho acompanhado por alto a evolução dela </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/8669599495298825355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-are-super.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/8669599495298825355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/8669599495298825355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-are-super.html' title='Super Alice (Chaves)'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-4675025947677037736</id><published>2010-04-13T18:13:00.021+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T11:26:03.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beija-me</title><summary type='text'>Finalmente chegou o dia de hoje - Dia do Beijo. A ocasião perfeita para mais uma vez, contemplar demoradamente "O beijo" de José D'Almeida. Beijar é um gesto de afeição e, sobretudo, uma questão cultural. Há muitos tipos de beijos mas eu só quero falar do mais picante.Dizem que não se esquece o primeiro beijo. A lembrança que tenho do meu primeiro beijo é absolutamente insípida. Deveria ter sido </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/4675025947677037736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2010/04/beija-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/4675025947677037736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/4675025947677037736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2010/04/beija-me.html' title='Beija-me'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/S8Sp0ULOgpI/AAAAAAAAAME/R__AWQPbIp4/s72-c/o+beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-2242080772446612914</id><published>2010-04-01T10:46:00.026+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T16:12:11.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anaïs Nin</title><summary type='text'>Anaïs Nin de Romane Serda &amp; RenaudPara Anaïs Nin lemos aquilo que precisamos. Para ela há autores que nos enriquecem... outros não.  A mais pura verdade! Há quase uma força obscura que nos guia para determinado livro numa determinada altura. E há escritores que nos dão um sentimento que nos empurra para a vida.O amor nunca morre de morte natural.Ele morre porque nós não sabemos como renovar a sua</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/2242080772446612914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-amor-nunca-morre-de-morte-natural.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/2242080772446612914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/2242080772446612914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-amor-nunca-morre-de-morte-natural.html' title='Anaïs Nin'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/S7YBc6pfMUI/AAAAAAAAALk/T9Il9dMkPtY/s72-c/25138_1357603532568_1005879428_31032359_7236355_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-3179309786809915613</id><published>2009-12-09T20:24:00.016Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:06:02.004Z</updated><title type='text'>Bate-bate coração</title><summary type='text'>Não teve quaisquer dúvidas que aquela insistência no olhar, aquele brilho no sorriso, a questionavam acerca da veracidade da sua sugestão em passar o resto da tarde a contemplar a vista do quarto. Afinal isso teria certamente muito maior interesse do que o congresso, para o qual se tinham dirigido, primeiro entusiasticamente,  arrastando depois outros pensamentos, à  medida que a hora se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/3179309786809915613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/12/bate-bate-coracao_09.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/3179309786809915613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/3179309786809915613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/12/bate-bate-coracao_09.html' title='Bate-bate coração'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SyD56iR_FRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/CJAnLNlGQYw/s72-c/mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-6410714219165531017</id><published>2009-11-16T11:18:00.025Z</published><updated>2010-04-02T19:06:44.698+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Puxado a Vento</title><summary type='text'>Abri a janela e o vento ensopou-me a alma. Ergui os braços e senti a eternidade do universo num abraço morno. Os dias de chuva também têm o seu encanto... É como se a água que cai nos elevasse ao melhor de nós e nos deixasse traçar a nossa própria marca de água no céu.Quando o amor me inspira ao melhor de mim sinto-me... feliz. E hoje estou assim! Porque consegui arrancar ao sol um arrepio </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/6410714219165531017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoje-apeteceu-me-ouvir-isto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/6410714219165531017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/6410714219165531017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoje-apeteceu-me-ouvir-isto.html' title='Puxado a Vento'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SwFSd9OjsUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rFvzaFZ7Q1Q/s72-c/Tones+of+Color-+Dinah+hampton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-9033981394738272423</id><published>2009-10-27T18:39:00.054Z</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:59:46.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apetece-me fugir</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/9033981394738272423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/10/apetece-me-fugir.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/9033981394738272423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/9033981394738272423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/10/apetece-me-fugir.html' title='Apetece-me fugir'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/S7YvuOTmkyI/AAAAAAAAALs/XzJIKidPd6U/s72-c/Halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-4340374247135797744</id><published>2009-10-09T01:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:25:36.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zela, por mim</title><summary type='text'>Houve um tempo em que me acordavas de noite, com medo do escuro, para que eu fosse à tua frente e esperasse por ti na casa de banho. E eu lá ía, orgulhosamente à frente, com o urso preto elevado às batidas do meu coração, como se fosse muito valente...Bebíamos Pisang Ambon porque nos sabia a xarope e a cor era linda, ríamos até à exaustão ao escorregar com o rabo sob as almofadas nas escadas de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/4340374247135797744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/10/zela-por-mim.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/4340374247135797744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/4340374247135797744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/10/zela-por-mim.html' title='Zela, por mim'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/Ss6rIY8kuzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sSXk1EvI_ng/s72-c/ver%C3%A3o+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-6454060531218136203</id><published>2009-07-21T17:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:55:37.053Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentidos</title><summary type='text'>Todos os sentidos são importantes. A sensação de não conseguir eleger o mais importante é tão desconcertante quanto a indecisão com que me deparo, se pensar em abdicar de um deles. Olfacto, tacto, audição, visão e paladar estão intimamente relacionados entre si, e fazem mais sentido assim, como um todo indissociável.O olfato é um dos sentidos mais interessante do meu corpo. Graças a ele sou capaz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/6454060531218136203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/07/sentidos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/6454060531218136203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/6454060531218136203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/07/sentidos.html' title='Sentidos'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/Sm82SueWw1I/AAAAAAAAAII/9lYvVynRjqg/s72-c/ddmae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-552065643946044850</id><published>2009-07-10T16:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:19:05.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sinto, logo... Vivo!</title><summary type='text'>Acordei com medo. E se eu tiver chegado a um ponto em que perdi o sentido da vida?  Assustou-me ainda mais pensar que, ainda que um propósito final existisse, ou uma acérrima convicção religiosa o justificasse, isso não me satisfaria plenamente. O esvaziar de objectivos claros e concretos, faz-me sentir meio perdida. Estagnada face aos caminhos, desmotivada quanto a rumos futuros. Cresci </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/552065643946044850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/07/sinto-logo-vivo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/552065643946044850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/552065643946044850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/07/sinto-logo-vivo.html' title='sinto, logo... Vivo!'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SliNP1Zg71I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pxsj7Upyjb0/s72-c/telefone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-5844336887153289436</id><published>2009-06-17T03:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:20:18.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'>À pesca de um Santo</title><summary type='text'> A lembrança mais viva que guarda dos festejos dos Santos Populares no Algarve, é o tom de voz com que a mãe criticava o facto de sair de casa, de banho tomado, toda perfumada, com roupa lavada e a farpela criteriosamente escolhida para ir "saltar à fogueira". Naquele tempo, não tinham o mesmo entendimento acerca daquele acontecimento.Para ela, a importância daquele evento só tinha comparação com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/5844336887153289436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/06/lembranca-mais-viva-que-guarda-dos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/5844336887153289436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/5844336887153289436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/06/lembranca-mais-viva-que-guarda-dos.html' title='À pesca de um Santo'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SlibZUDzUqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ccPS751eaxo/s72-c/marchas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-2345401469635651550</id><published>2009-04-27T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:20:54.685+01:00</updated><title type='text'>À espera</title><summary type='text'>O corpo não me tem pedido para escrever. À noite, quando o silêncio finalmente se instala, deixo-me envolver pelo cansaço, fecho os olhos e adormeço. E aí fico, dentro do frio que me envolve por dentro, encolhida e frágil à espera que chegue o momento. Chegará o instante, pensava eu...Mas o silêncio de esperar inquieta-me a alma e, às vezes, quando acordava ou o sono se diluía em exercícios </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/2345401469635651550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/espera.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/2345401469635651550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/2345401469635651550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/espera.html' title='À espera'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SfbRvqVQ3kI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AdsZqG3mzWY/s72-c/A+espera+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-8572670978137169502</id><published>2009-04-20T19:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:21:35.785+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor numa gaiola</title><summary type='text'>Há pássaros que querem levantar voo, e não conseguem. Não estão presos, o céu está livre, nada os impede de voar. Mas ficam parados, como se não tivessem asas, ou a terra os hipnotizasse. Não precisam de gaiola; podemos abrir portas e janelas: o seu lugar é onde estão, e hão-de ficar.Mas os dedos que tocam o seu corpo frágil sentem uma hesitação; e os olhos que os fixam adivinham o desejo de se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/8572670978137169502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/amor-numa-gaiola.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/8572670978137169502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/8572670978137169502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/amor-numa-gaiola.html' title='Amor numa gaiola'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SezGrDLvkHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aQp6JhuNa5A/s72-c/gaiolas+aul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-2051619780431238441</id><published>2009-04-17T17:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:38:59.711Z</updated><title type='text'>Physalis</title><summary type='text'>"Amour en cage" é um dos nomes pelo qual é conhecido o Physalis, um fruto exótico, originário da América do Sul. O fruto encontra-se protegido por uma corola que depois de seca apresenta um aspecto rendilhado, como se fosse uma gaiola no centro da qual aparece a pequena baga alaranjada.É um fruto pequeno, delicado e redondo, tem a textura de um tomate e um sabor levemente adocicado, levemente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/2051619780431238441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/2051619780431238441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/2051619780431238441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_17.html' title='Physalis'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/Sl9uMGtfFJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/OjzMgPv4GFw/s72-c/fruto+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-8630692661132696445</id><published>2009-04-17T16:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:22:58.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Fartura</title><summary type='text'>Naquela altura íamos a pé com a avó, das Sobreiras à Bemposta, para lhe ir levar o almoço: cozido de grão, "jantarinho" de feijão com arroz, carapaus alimados, peixe frito com molho de tomate e pimentos, sempre acompanhados com toscas fatias de pão, cortadas com um canivete do qual nunca se separava. A ementa era pobre, pouco variada, e nunca contemplava os seus pratos favoritos por serem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/8630692661132696445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/naquela-altura-iamos-pe-com-avo-das_17.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/8630692661132696445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/8630692661132696445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/naquela-altura-iamos-pe-com-avo-das_17.html' title='O Fartura'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/Seh42fG9WtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WhVLf1rNW_w/s72-c/cozido+de+gr%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-3939472552920710972</id><published>2009-04-16T11:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:53:54.299+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/3939472552920710972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/3939472552920710972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/3939472552920710972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-7158492398817388407</id><published>2009-04-15T15:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:23:37.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras para quê!</title><summary type='text'>Não ando a dormir bem. Às vezes tenho a sensação que não devia publicar emoções que vivem em surdina. Outras vezes penso que deveria pintar numa tela os sentimentos agridoces que habitam o meu democrático coração. Isto de querer ser exactamente aquilo que a gente é há de nos levar a algum lado, digo eu...A mim leva-me sempre às minhas origens, aos encantos dos recantos da terra onde nasci, e que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/7158492398817388407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/palavras-para-que.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/7158492398817388407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/7158492398817388407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/palavras-para-que.html' title='Palavras para quê!'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-7105889415805199654</id><published>2009-04-15T12:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:24:13.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida, leva eu...</title><summary type='text'>Gosto disto de se puder usar tudo. Não tenho um estilo definido. Sou assim com tudo. Gosto de escolher o que me apetece, o que melhor combina com o meu estado de espírito. Sabe-me a liberdade. De vez em quando tenho vontade de não ceder à tentação de fazer o que realmente desejo num determinado momento.Aí, "deixo a vida mi levárr".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/7105889415805199654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/vida-leva-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/7105889415805199654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/7105889415805199654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/vida-leva-eu.html' title='Vida, leva eu...'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SeXMTDnmsYI/AAAAAAAAACA/pHGiQ-hPk1E/s72-c/Dsc00060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-4885841911637102140</id><published>2009-04-05T18:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:25:05.914+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love with...</title><summary type='text'>Foi o que aconteceu quando me apresentaram a Zilian e me puseram perante um dilema de 400 m2 de sapatos de salto alto, rasos, com cunha, abertos, fechados, bicudos, redondos, sandálias, botas, chinelos e ténis. Basta espreitar a montra para vozinhas demoníacas começarem a ecoar dentro do cérebro e a empurrar-nos lá para dentro. A loja é enorme, tem um conceito original e uma relações públicas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/4885841911637102140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/4885841911637102140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/4885841911637102140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-love.html' title='In Love with...'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SeXNT6unEaI/AAAAAAAAACI/lss7Ug8k0N4/s72-c/1949315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-6845215963353886739</id><published>2009-04-03T12:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:25:56.547+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sapatos</title><summary type='text'>Esboço sempre um sorriso quando penso no "Livro do Bebé" imaculadamente guardado em casa da minha mãe, junto a uma série de albuns fotográficos, autênticas relíquias nos dias que correm. Ajudam-me a avivar algumas lembranças da minha infância, verdadeiros tesouros, quando comparados com o que vou anotando em livros similares. Ali pode ler-se por exemplo, que os meus brinquedos favoritos ainda </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/6845215963353886739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/brasil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/6845215963353886739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/6845215963353886739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/04/brasil.html' title='Sapatos'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SdjoWChqLJI/AAAAAAAAABo/7wE62epBAm4/s72-c/1103958%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-95519756924169406</id><published>2009-03-30T12:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:26:28.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E o que é que para mim é fácil?</title><summary type='text'>Há muitos dias que me andava a apetecer aquela pizza... Hoje resolvemos fugir do "Baratinhas" e afins. Apetecia-me caprichar de frente para um mar imenso tão agitado e irrequieto por fora quanto eu por dentro. Decidimos então partir à descoberta da tão requisitada sangria cor-de-rosa e que me soube maravilhosamente. Fresca, revelou-se uma agradável surpresa, na perfeita proporção do aroma sedutor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/95519756924169406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-o-que-e-que-para-mim-e-facil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/95519756924169406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/95519756924169406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-o-que-e-que-para-mim-e-facil.html' title='E o que é que para mim é fácil?'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-7382797228700638331</id><published>2009-03-28T00:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:01:41.668Z</updated><title type='text'>"S" de Sete</title><summary type='text'>Todos os anos naquela altura espreitava o único "Diário da Minha Gravidez" que tinha. Revivia aqueles e outros momentos da sua tenra infância num misto de saudade e tristeza. Pensava no que já haviam passado juntas. Quanto contribuíra para que  descobrisse uma força interior incrível! Pensava no apoio que lhe dera no dia-a-dia para vencer as adversidades da vida por muito duras e injustas que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/7382797228700638331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/03/7-sete.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/7382797228700638331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/7382797228700638331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/03/7-sete.html' title='&quot;S&quot; de Sete'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/Sc2BSslQTqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/f2UyAm4BmyA/s72-c/128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-4466928152279581208</id><published>2009-03-27T18:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:30:06.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/4466928152279581208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/4466928152279581208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/4466928152279581208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-6152340509666082076</id><published>2009-03-27T01:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:59:32.079+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perder peso por dentro</title><summary type='text'> "Está mais magra!" - todos lhe dizem...Algumas anseiam perguntar qual a milagrosa "receita" para manter a linha. Outros temem que esteja doente, comentam que talvez se tenha divorciado, que seja depressão, imaginam que tenha recorrido a uma banda gástrica e até há, certamente, quem equacione que tenha optado por um by-pass!Ser mãe de 3 filhos e ter invejável silhueta, (ainda mais com o que como)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/6152340509666082076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/03/perder-peso-por-dentro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/6152340509666082076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/6152340509666082076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/03/perder-peso-por-dentro.html' title='Perder peso por dentro'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SdCmzLAkq-I/AAAAAAAAABY/C7iWs0AZ0YE/s72-c/dia+mae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-6291836733018677343</id><published>2009-03-26T23:09:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:57:07.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Segredo</title><summary type='text'>Todas as mulheres têm segredos. Há quem passe a vida a tentar descobrir onde é que eles se escondem. Imaginam uma vida secreta e amores ilícitos, histórias de uma existência paralela e gavetas que escondem brinquedos sexuais. E, na maior parte das vezes, não são tão interessantes como gostaríamos que fossem... Para muitas de nós , o segredo mais escondido das nossas vidas relaciona-se com o nosso</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/6291836733018677343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-segredo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/6291836733018677343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/6291836733018677343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-segredo.html' title='O Segredo'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SvWrYGcIHLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/xW8ZYLxxiOc/s72-c/Trombone-+peter+Kemp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281649818807212976.post-6136561820188968353</id><published>2009-03-25T18:28:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:08:23.453Z</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente Mulher</title><summary type='text'>Tantas, sou só uma e sou tantasSou devassa e sou santaRecatada e vulgarLouca, tão centrada e tão loucaDegustando em tua bocaAs delicias de amarMe respeita e me abusaMe ame como quiserSimples demais ou confusaSou simplesmente mulher(Silvia Machete)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/feeds/6136561820188968353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/03/tantas-sou-so-uma-e-sou-tantas-sou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/6136561820188968353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/281649818807212976/posts/default/6136561820188968353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusantameconfesso.blogspot.com/2009/03/tantas-sou-so-uma-e-sou-tantas-sou.html' title='Simplesmente Mulher'/><author><name>Sissi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05941777520566909498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i7AYPSOzVtM/SrDfsG3AXMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kzzwd1AV878/S220/DSC_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
