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Os meus poemas relataram sentimentos, vivências, dores, mágoas e o Amor escondido. Neles estiveram presentes várias personagens, o meu melhor amigo, a minha família, o meu passado, o meu presente e em especial, quem Amei em segredo. Nem eu mesma sabia, até onde ia meus sentimentos, nem sabia do meu próprio segredo, apenas meu espaço, este nosso cantinho já havia percebido o que se passava comigo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoje as palavras que talvez nunca lhe diria, acabei por dizer, terminando assim o meu ciclo de 4 anos escrevendo poemas, aos quais muitos nem li. Digo isto, porque eu só escrevo quando sinto, não quando quero, e quando escrevo , são palavras que saem e saem e continuavam a sair até acabar, publicar e eu fechar novamente meu "caderno de segredos" ....&lt;br /&gt;
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Será criado um ebook com todos os poemas do Palavras Só Palavras, onde disponibilizarei posteriormente o link para download.&lt;br /&gt;
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Em breve será aberto um novo Blog, onde disponibilizarei meus novos poemas, meus novos sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Espero que tenham gostado de acompanhar minhas palavras e que de certa forma vos tenham ajudado.&lt;br /&gt;
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Obrigada&lt;br /&gt;
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Márcia Neves&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: pink;"&gt;Foi com as palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: pink;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Com a minha amizade,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; O meu carinho,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; A minha presença&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Que te conquistei.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt; E com as mesmas palavras&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Com o meu ódio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; A minha raiva&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; O meu medo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Te afastei.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt; Entre o querer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; E não poder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Entre a Terra e o Mar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Iludo meus pensamentos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; E nos meus sonhos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Posso te amar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt; Mas depois vem o medo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; De ter coragem &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; E até a ti ir,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; E as palavras,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Aquelas com que te conquistei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Ferem-te e vejo-te a partir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Vais longe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Magoado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Triste&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Zangado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; "Onde errei?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Questionas-me tu...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; E meu coração bate forte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: pink;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E digo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Quem errou fui eu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; E não tu...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt; E hoje, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Após palavras escritas e malditas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Agradeço-te&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Por ainda aqui estares.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Por voltares,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; Por tentares me Perdoar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje estou com saudades&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De quando éramos apenas nós&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De quando eu te amava em segredo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aí tudo era especial&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Era inocente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Era apenas a tua amiga.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde ríamos de nossas besteiras&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde me desculpavas de minhas barbaridades&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde a cumplicidade existia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde TU+EU=NÓS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje que conheces a verdade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; sinto-me só&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Triste&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desiludida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Magoada...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje estou com saudades&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De quando éramos apenas nós&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De quando eu te amava em segredo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Esta estrada percorro&lt;br /&gt;
Com quedas&lt;br /&gt;
Feridas&lt;br /&gt;
Desvios&lt;br /&gt;
E estragos.&lt;br /&gt;
Uma estrada cheia de obstáculos&lt;br /&gt;
Mas com várias surpresas&lt;br /&gt;
Que me faz continuar&lt;br /&gt;
Com esperança&lt;br /&gt;
Força&lt;br /&gt;
Coragem&lt;br /&gt;
De outro objectivo alcançar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Porque&lt;br /&gt;
Esta estrada mesmo que má e difícil&lt;br /&gt;
Só me traz alegrias&lt;br /&gt;
Sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;
Bons sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;
Porque esta estrada&lt;br /&gt;
Esta maldita estrada&lt;br /&gt;
É a minha maior maravilha.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Podia optar&lt;br /&gt;
Por ruelas e vielas&lt;br /&gt;
De fáceis acessos e segurança&lt;br /&gt;
Mas&lt;br /&gt;
Não seria feliz&lt;br /&gt;
Não teria vivido&lt;br /&gt;
Não seria ninguém&lt;br /&gt;
Não seria EU.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amigos, é com todo o meu carinho que vos convido a visitar meu novo espaço, o meu outro "caderno secreto" , &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_61215264"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=33712781&amp;amp;postID=1399851278420273396" style="color: red;"&gt;Diário de um Sonho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diariosonho.blogspot.com/"&gt; , &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Onde tudo é Permitido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://amorocortes.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Espero que gostem e estou aberta a ideias, criticas e sugestões...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Obrigada a tod@s vós...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Espero por vocês no outro lado :)&lt;/b&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/33712781-1399851278420273396?l=palavrasopalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Como não tinha melhoras liguei ao serviço médico e solicitei um médico que lá fosse a casa ver a Tânia. O Sr. Doutor examinou e diagnosticou o problema como sendo uma prisão de ventre associado a cólica e gases, o que também de inicio me pareceu, fez medicação e a Tânia apesar das dores e indisposição deixou de vomitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terça-feira, a Tânia acorda com quebra de tensão arterial e desmaia, mas como estava fraquinha deixei a ver. As dores abdominais ainda presentes embora mais suaves.&lt;br /&gt;13.00 da tarde a Tânia piora derrepente a dor deixou de ser em todo o abdómen e passou a ser apenas no lado inferior direito, começava os primeiros sintomas para o pesadelo. Logo depois começou os vómitos e as dores mais fortes, 13:45 , começa a prender a perna direita da Tânia, estava com dificuldade no movimento só queria estar deitada em posição fetal e mais os sintomas se marcavam para o diagnóstico final. Ao ver minha filha em plena aflição liguei novamente aos serviços médicos e pedi que voltassem lá a casa, mal o Sr. Dr. a examinou apenas me disse "Desculpe não ter visto isto ontem" virou-se para a assistente e diz "chame uma ambulância com urgência", meu coração parecia que rebentava de tão rápido bater, só pensava na minha filha e o meu filho que também é pequeno como seria. Chegou a ambulância e prontamente trouxeram a Tânia ao serviço de urgência ás 15:45 onde logo foi atendida e requisitado análise de sangue, onde se confirmou "Apêndice" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.30 Dra. Carla Pilar confirma a operação da Tânia.&lt;br /&gt;19.00 A Tânia entra para o bloco operatório, foi uma grande ansiedade, os nervos tomava conta de mim. As súplicas a Deus surgiam, os médicos que passavam e nada diziam, os minutos que pareciam horas e eu sem saber da minha filha.&lt;br /&gt;20.30 Dra. Carla Pilar finalmente sai da operação e vem falar comigo "A Tânia estava com apêndice cecal , correu bem a operação mas o apêndice tinha rebentado e encheu o intestino de pus, agora é esperar e ver se o intestino começa a funcionar normalmente."&lt;br /&gt;22.00 Finalmente pude ver minha filhota ao recobro, estava sorrindo :D , estava curiosa com as imensas máquinas , fazia muitas perguntas tanto a mim como à equipa médica e de enfermagem, sobre a sua operação e o pós-operatório.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a Tânia ainda está internada e ficará até sexta feira pois tem de fazer antibiótico, apesar de aborrecida não tem tido dores e tudo está a correr bem, foi removido o dreno, já come de tudo :D , hoje comeu pão e saboreou-o com uma vontade que até é lindo de se ver .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste espaço quero agradecer ao Dr. Gregori dos Serviços Médicos do Funchal e toda a entidade, Aos Bombeiros de Santa Cruz pelo cuidado prestado no transporte da Tânia até ao Centro Hospitalar, á Dra. Carla Pilar e toda equipa que acompanhou a operação da Tânia e sem esquecer e para elas o meu especial Obrigada para toda equipa de enfermagem do serviço de pediatria do Centro Hospitalar do Funchal :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero também agradecer a toda minha família que me ajudavam de forma a que eu pudesse estar com a Tânia e o Luís Carlos em especial minha mãe que infelizmente hoje acabou ficando internada com uma infecção pulmonar , pois ela aguentou e ludibriou a sua asma para poder cuidar do Luís Carlos pelo dia e ficar com a Tânia à noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti mãe OBRIGADA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos a Tod@s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Márcia Neves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/33712781-3362477165881093635?l=palavrasopalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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hoje apenas jogarei palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei com aquela sensação de "Estou Viva, estou feliz", é tão bom quando isso nos acontece, dá-nos força para lutar contra os obstáculos que a vida nos traz, faz-nos sorrir quando algo não nos corre como gostaríamos, faz-nos perceber que se não consegui é porque errei e em vez de nos massacrarmos sobre o erro temos vontade de voltar a tentar e remediar o que foi perdido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje pensei em muitos momentos de minha vida. meu primeiro dia de aulas, acompanhada pelo meu pai com as lágrimas a correr a cara sem perceber porque iria ele lá me deixar a meio de tantos desconhecidos, porque me estaria ele abandonar, nesse mesmo momento recordei o dia em que minha filhota também foi para escola, para nós pais, uma grande alegria para ela algo estranho e assustador, hoje tentei me preparar para quando meu filhote for para escola, e não consigo, é sempre com uma tristeza que evito pensar nesse dia, pois não quero ver na cara de meu filho o que vi na minha cara , o que vi na cara de minha filha, por isso desta vez não farei uma festa para seu primeiro dia de aulas, acompanharei a sua adptação, permitirei que chore e faça birra e serei forte e não chorarei tal como fizcom a Tania , tal como fez omeu pai comigo, penso que é isso quenos assusta mais ver-mos os nossos "herois" a chorar, «porque choram?, me abandonarão?....»....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei também quando edoecia, e nesse momento não sei porque mas só chamava "mamã", e lá vinha ela com todo o seu carinho e amor tentar acalmar-me e proteger-me do mal que padecia, as noites em que acordava e ela estava sempre ali atenta, pensava eu que a acordava por isso estava sempre acordada quando eu chorava com dores, mas hoje sendo mãe, percebo que ela afinal nunca chegou adormecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordo também as loucas brincadeiras que partilhava com meus irmãos com gritos e choros a meio como é normal , e olhei para meus filhos a brincarem e ao mesmo tempo a discutir, e nesse mesmo instante lembrei os primeiros 8 anos de vida da Tânia, e vi o queela perdeu por até então não ter tido um mano com quem partilhar sua infancia, sei que a vida está dificil, e muitos pais optam por apenas ter um filho, uma opção que eu também havia tomado, será que pensamos mesmo no bem estar de nosso filho ou apenas nos acomodamos ao mundo da crise, será que é mesmo crise ou estamos numa era de tal consumismo que preferimos partilhar o que temos de forma algumas vezes exagerada com apenas um filho e não partilhar com outro mais?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem sei apenas que SOU FELIZ porque tenho os meus dois tesouros comigo , eles me fazem sentir a mulher mais feliz do mundo e são eles o motivo do meu acordar e dizer "BOM DIA VIDA"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vós meus anjos OBRIGADA, por existirem e terem me escolhido para vossa mamã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vós meus Herois, OBRIGADA por me tornarem na mulher que sou e poder em conjunto com meu Amor ser-mos tão bons Pais tal como foram comigo e os manos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti meu Deus, OBRIGADA pela linda Família que me deste, e por estares sempre aqui, acompanhar-me e dares-me a força que bem necessito de poder acordar todos os dias e ver , ouvir e sentir o sorriso dos meus filhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou Feliz Eu estou VIVA eu vivo por vós meus Filhos.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33712781-7821554494050680293?l=palavrasopalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Entre risos e beijos, abraços e brincadeiras, vivem entre tantas cores , sons e cheiros agradáveis.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje Marca o Início de mais um ano.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com ele fica para trás a recordação de amores marcados pelo riso e chorar, os amigos que ficaram e os que partiram, o aprender que quis aproveitar e o que que devia mas deixei-me renegar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje marca nova década, onde a nostalgia arranca de mim a saudade da minha linda primavera, onde tudo era lindo, onde o meu mundo era um arco-íris com uns grandes auscultadores a "curtir" , os mais lindos sons e exalando os mais suaves cheiros.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje é o meu aniversário e com ele fica a experiência, um viver, de 30 anos de sorrir, amar, chorar, aprender, errar e reviver as mais lindas Primaveras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beijo a todos os que me acompanham &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Márcia Neves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21 de Março de 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/33712781-1805575943460968936?l=palavrasopalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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 &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Regras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Indicar a pessoa que te enviou o desafio.  &lt;br /&gt;2-Deixar as regras no blog.  &lt;br /&gt;3-Nas regras ainda deixar público 7 coisas sobre você.  &lt;br /&gt;4-Deixar um comentário a quem se vai indicar.  &lt;br /&gt;5-indicar 5 pessoas  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Eu sou assim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gosto de Amar, mesmo que tenha de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Detesto a mentira , mesmo que seja pequenina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Sou teimosa especialmente quando sei que tenho razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Muito Amiga, por vezes até demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Quando estou em baixo refugio-me nas palavras essencialmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Adoro os meus Filhos e Marido&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adoro e Odeio meu Mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; 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