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Porque escolho, porque quero, porque Sou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Sciaccaluga Fernandes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211519507062776446-3290931775369644245?l=caminhares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhares.blogspot.com/feeds/3290931775369644245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caminhares.blogspot.com/2010/04/sabes-que-me-sinto-deriva.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211519507062776446/posts/default/3290931775369644245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211519507062776446/posts/default/3290931775369644245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caminhares.blogspot.com/2010/04/sabes-que-me-sinto-deriva.html' title='Sabes que me sinto à deriva?'/><author><name>Pedro Sciaccaluga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01765871044174616823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dE3WVXx8vLY/SdYL4eVxJNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ct_nOr1DRHA/S220/172624828_img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211519507062776446.post-2885569614215084395</id><published>2010-04-23T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:46:37.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coração, razão e intuição</title><content type='html'>"Ouve atentamente o coração e a razão...&lt;br /&gt;estarás preparado para seguir a intuição"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Sciaccaluga Fernandes 23/04/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE3WVXx8vLY/Sgvz_WPKlnI/AAAAAAAAABI/vuTPgqfTYi0/s1600-h/2589357691_30c6eeeabf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No caminho da existência&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cruzamos os nossos passos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caminhámos lado a lado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Envolvemo-nos em abraços&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pedro Sciaccaluga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/211519507062776446-3876144715995269453?l=caminhares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhares.blogspot.com/feeds/3876144715995269453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caminhares.blogspot.com/2009/05/passos-cruzados.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211519507062776446/posts/default/3876144715995269453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211519507062776446/posts/default/3876144715995269453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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mar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE3WVXx8vLY/SgB0DK4GFDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/voeowyFK3Ic/s1600-h/Sesimbra_usefilm_700_x_466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332389556614730802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dE3WVXx8vLY/SgB0DK4GFDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/voeowyFK3Ic/s320/Sesimbra_usefilm_700_x_466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Sciaccaluga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211519507062776446-2750465263987250942?l=caminhares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caminhares.blogspot.com/feeds/2750465263987250942/comments/default' 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