<?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-7756802</id><updated>2012-02-06T15:23:27.166Z</updated><title type='text'>O cantito simpatico e amigo</title><subtitle type='html'>Como o titulo indica... um cantinho simpatico e amigo para se poder desabafar ou falar ou qq coisa parecida! ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-5015252111660206133</id><published>2011-08-22T22:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:29:53.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sento...&lt;br /&gt;Contemplo...&lt;br /&gt;Escuto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lamb - My Angel Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I want his wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can shine even in the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I crave the light that he brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Revel in the songs that he sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I need his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am strong even on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But from him I never want to part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's been there since the very start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bless the day he came to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Angel's wings carried him to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heavenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I want his wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can shine even in the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I crave the light that he brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Revel in the songs that he sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-5015252111660206133?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5015252111660206133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=5015252111660206133' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/5015252111660206133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/5015252111660206133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2011/08/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-196874999643625083</id><published>2011-04-10T02:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T02:17:14.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansado...</title><content type='html'>Cansado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansado de gente de merda...&lt;br /&gt;Cansado de filha da putice...&lt;br /&gt;Cansado de pessoas que julgam conhecer-me...&lt;br /&gt;Cansado de ideias preconcebidas...&lt;br /&gt;Cansado de preconceitos...&lt;br /&gt;Cansado de juízos e juízes...&lt;br /&gt;Cansado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não tiras 1 dia da tua Vida e me tentas realmente conhecer? Porque não me escutas e ouves realmente o que eu te digo? Porque não desces do teu pedestal e me tentas conhecer?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia... Ou talvez esse dia nunca chegue... Ou, quem sabe, chegue tarde demais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--n71e6RU98M/TaEFAnf5qUI/AAAAAAAAANM/n1PfwnvA3HI/s1600/lay_down_by_Verlasse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--n71e6RU98M/TaEFAnf5qUI/AAAAAAAAANM/n1PfwnvA3HI/s200/lay_down_by_Verlasse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593757720331790658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-196874999643625083?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/196874999643625083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=196874999643625083' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/196874999643625083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/196874999643625083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2011/04/cansado.html' title='Cansado...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--n71e6RU98M/TaEFAnf5qUI/AAAAAAAAANM/n1PfwnvA3HI/s72-c/lay_down_by_Verlasse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-7247967539154519707</id><published>2011-01-14T23:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-15T00:05:38.949Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque não viver?...</title><content type='html'>Pára um pouco...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senta-te a meu lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consegues escutar?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consegues perceber o que o Silêncio te transmite?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encosta a tua cabeça no meu ombro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respira fundo e esquece o que nos rodeia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixa-me abraçar-te...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixa-me beijar-te...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como é bom sentir o teu cheiro... a tua respiração...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para quê complicar?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para quê racionalizar?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque não viver?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/TTDksKbaEII/AAAAAAAAAM8/yFOJ2F8ah0g/s200/falling_dream.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562196987167248514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7756802-7247967539154519707?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7247967539154519707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=7247967539154519707' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/7247967539154519707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/7247967539154519707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2011/01/porque-nao-viver.html' title='Porque não viver?...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/TTDksKbaEII/AAAAAAAAAM8/yFOJ2F8ah0g/s72-c/falling_dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-8476753484036480221</id><published>2010-12-22T02:43:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:58:54.379Z</updated><title type='text'>Talvez um dia respondas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...E se eu morresse amanhã?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Farias algo de outra forma?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Irias arrepender-te de algo?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Sentirias a minha falta?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como eu gostava de saber essas respostas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como eu gostava que tu pensasses nisso uma vez na Vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...talvez, quem sabe, um dia me respondas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/TRHZwZu5yoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Pa9Kb78vKbA/s1600/c1b8bf9a6fd94df0af21f5bce2e80e51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/TRHZwZu5yoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Pa9Kb78vKbA/s200/c1b8bf9a6fd94df0af21f5bce2e80e51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553459241089092226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/7756802-8476753484036480221?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8476753484036480221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=8476753484036480221' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8476753484036480221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8476753484036480221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2010/12/talvez-um-dia-respondas.html' title='Talvez um dia respondas...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/TRHZwZu5yoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Pa9Kb78vKbA/s72-c/c1b8bf9a6fd94df0af21f5bce2e80e51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-8872933607456614148</id><published>2010-12-12T00:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:16:25.678Z</updated><title type='text'>Subitamente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;... existem recordações que nos assaltam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/TQQUSaPnxPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eED9-BorKaU/s1600/b678dd7be0b06f02bbf19b7375ec2381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/TQQUSaPnxPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eED9-BorKaU/s320/b678dd7be0b06f02bbf19b7375ec2381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549582947342337266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-8872933607456614148?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8872933607456614148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=8872933607456614148' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8872933607456614148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8872933607456614148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2010/12/subitamente.html' title='Subitamente...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/TQQUSaPnxPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eED9-BorKaU/s72-c/b678dd7be0b06f02bbf19b7375ec2381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-5517242804697790020</id><published>2010-12-11T02:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-11T03:09:07.759Z</updated><title type='text'>Lembra-me de ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Manowar - Heart of Steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Build a fire a thousand miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to light my long way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I ride a comet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My trail is long to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Silence is a heavy stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I fight the world and take all they can give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are times my heart hangs low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Born to walk against the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Born to hear my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No matter where I stand I'm alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stand and fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Live by your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Always one more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not afraid to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stand and fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Say what you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Born with a heart of steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Burn the bridge behind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leave no retreat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's only one way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those who laugh and crowd the path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and cut each other's throats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will fall like melting snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They'll watch us rise with fire in our eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They'll bow their heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Their hearts will hang low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we'll laugh and they will kneel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and know this heart of steel was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too hard to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too hard to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stand and fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Live by your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Always one more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not afraid to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stand and fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Say what you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Born with a heart of steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/TQLrAyIOK9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EsCh4Pdwgx8/s1600/heart_of_steel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/TQLrAyIOK9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EsCh4Pdwgx8/s320/heart_of_steel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549256089562655698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-5517242804697790020?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5517242804697790020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=5517242804697790020' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/5517242804697790020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/5517242804697790020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2010/12/lembra-me-de-ti.html' title='Lembra-me de ti...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/TQLrAyIOK9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EsCh4Pdwgx8/s72-c/heart_of_steel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-719148154353283775</id><published>2010-09-12T02:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T03:02:30.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia...</title><content type='html'>Um dia deixo de acreditar!&lt;br /&gt;Um dia deixo de sentir!&lt;br /&gt;Um dia deixo de querer!&lt;br /&gt;Um dia deixo de procurar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando esse dia chegar ter-me-ei conformado com a minha existência e deixado de querer viver! Terei deixado de lutar, de sofrer, de amar... será que é isso que eu quero?... Deixar de sofrer implica deixar de amar, deixar de querer... Deixar de procurar implica deixar de acreditar, deixar de desejar... A que me reduzo nesse caso?... A mais um ser que vagueia pela sua existência sem grandes desgostos... e sem grandes alegrias... um "fantasma" preso numa concha que intitula de "corpo"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é o que eu quero para mim... por muito que sofra... esse sofrimento apenas me ajuda a crescer e evoluir como Homem... por muito que me magoe... essa mágoa guardará nela a importância de quem ma "deu"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, quero continuar a Viver como o tenho feito até agora!... com todas as condicionantes implícitas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as cabeçadas...&lt;br /&gt;Todas as dores...&lt;br /&gt;Todas as quedas...&lt;br /&gt;Todas as lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... trazem consigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegrias&lt;br /&gt;Recordações&lt;br /&gt;Emoções&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... únicas para uma existência única!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-719148154353283775?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/719148154353283775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=719148154353283775' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/719148154353283775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/719148154353283775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/um-dia.html' title='Um dia...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-1801579514498741715</id><published>2010-09-09T03:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T03:33:55.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensei...</title><content type='html'>Pensei no que dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Pensei no que sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Pensei no que fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei... quem sabe um dia apenas aja!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-1801579514498741715?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1801579514498741715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=1801579514498741715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/1801579514498741715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/1801579514498741715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/pensei.html' title='Pensei...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-5789862296243812094</id><published>2010-09-03T00:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:26:05.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>À Shana...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda&lt;br /&gt;Maravilhosa&lt;br /&gt;Misteriosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São 3 adjectivos que te podem descrever... no entanto há apenas uma certeza, após todos estes momentos... és e serás especial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca conseguirei exprimir por palavras o que sinto quando te vejo... mas acho que não preciso de o fazer para que tu percebas o Sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-5789862296243812094?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5789862296243812094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=5789862296243812094' title='1 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Obrigado por seres a "besta insensivel" que sempre foste!...&lt;br /&gt;... Obrigado por estares sempre ao meu lado...&lt;br /&gt;... Obrigado por nunca te fartares das minhas "coisas"...&lt;br /&gt;... Obrigado pelos 10 anos de amizade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-6778973199040649738?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6778973199040649738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=6778973199040649738' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/6778973199040649738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/6778973199040649738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/ao-helder.html' title='Ao Helder...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-4578844582015615435</id><published>2010-09-03T00:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:04:49.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao Gaspar..</title><content type='html'>Obrigado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... por estares sempre presente...&lt;br /&gt;... por seres o irmão que sempre foste...&lt;br /&gt;... por estares aí, a ler... a escutar... a ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;... por me teres sempre junto ao coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porquê escrever este post?... Porque sempre o pensei mas nunca to disse... "Amo-te!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-4578844582015615435?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4578844582015615435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=4578844582015615435' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/4578844582015615435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/4578844582015615435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/ao-gaspar.html' title='Ao Gaspar..'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-6536627640191113342</id><published>2010-09-02T22:36:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T23:46:18.722+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque...</title><content type='html'>Contemplo os ultimos anos da minha Vida e questiono-me acerca das decisões que tomei... Do Amor que conheci, das mulheres que possuí, do Passado que mantive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questiono-me acerca de todas as decisões que tomei nos últimos anos, enquanto torno a encher um cálice com uma bela colheita dessa Deusa, a Dona Antónia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para além do álcool, o que retenho?... A tristeza de percepcionar que algumas pessoas deveriam ser honestas e sinceras consigo, antes de o serem com outros... A raiva de percepcionar que algumas pessoas desperdiçam-nos anos de Vida com fantasias irreais... cujo objectivo é... algo... A infelicidade de achar que algumas amizades deveriam resistir à ignorância dos boatos... A certeza de que apenas alguns, verdadeiros, amigos estarão presentes no dia que a Vida ganhe uma das diversas batalhas da Guerra que com ela travamos no decorrer do nosso percurso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que decido? O que me acompanha? O que quero?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser Feliz! Como? Quando? Com quem?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei!.. Mas vou descobrir! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="padding-bottom: 8px;" id="watch-headline-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-6536627640191113342?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6536627640191113342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=6536627640191113342' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/6536627640191113342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/6536627640191113342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/porque.html' title='Porque...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-5102482181248395016</id><published>2009-06-03T07:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:46:48.964+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tira a Teima...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Se hoje tivesse de escolher uma música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clã - Tira a Teima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Se um dia me aproximar de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não penses que é só um flirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não julgues que é um filme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Que já viste em qualquer parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pensa bem antes de agires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Evita ser imprudente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Faz a carta do meu signo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E vê à lupa o ascendente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tem cuidado e tira a teima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vê aquilo que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tem cuidado e tira a teima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Que sou tu não sonhas ao que venho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não sabes do que sou capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu dou tudo quanto tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não funciono a meio gás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vem sentar-te à minha frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E diz-me o que vês em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não respondas já a quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pondera antes de dizer sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tem cuidado e tira a teima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Porque aquilo que sou fere, rasga e queima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tem cuidado e tira a teima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Porque aquilo que sou fere, rasga e queima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Diz-me diz-me se vês o granito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Onde a cidade, os grandes temas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Diz-me se vês o amor infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ou somente um par de algemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tem cuidado e tira a teima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vê aquilo que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tem cuidado e tira a teima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vê aquilo que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SiYb20JTa6I/AAAAAAAAALk/Fa0Kz7g1_Y4/s1600-h/Take_a_Chance_On_Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SiYb20JTa6I/AAAAAAAAALk/Fa0Kz7g1_Y4/s320/Take_a_Chance_On_Me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342988636446223266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-5102482181248395016?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5102482181248395016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=5102482181248395016' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-521702164290190942</id><published>2009-02-03T13:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:29:39.626Z</updated><title type='text'>Still thinking about you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tanto tempo passou... e continuas tão presente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SYhGcbOk58I/AAAAAAAAALc/3uazkN6MHfg/s1600-h/Stars_by_Death_By_Romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SYhGcbOk58I/AAAAAAAAALc/3uazkN6MHfg/s320/Stars_by_Death_By_Romance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298562415760566210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-521702164290190942?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/521702164290190942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=521702164290190942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/521702164290190942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/521702164290190942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-thinking-about-you.html' title='Still thinking about 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que te Amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nem sempre encontro o melhor termo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nem sempre escolho o melhor modo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Devia ser como no cinema,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A língua inglesa fica sempre bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E nunca atraiçoa ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;O teu mundo está tão perto do meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E o que digo está tão longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Como o mar está do céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Só pra dizer que te Amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não sei porquê este embaraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Que mais parece que só te estimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E até nos momentos em que digo que não quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E o que sinto por ti são coisas confusas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E até parece que estou a mentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As palavras custam a sair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não digo o que estou a sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Digo o contrário do que estou a sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;O teu mundo está tão perto do meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E o que digo está tão longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Como o mar está do céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E é tão difícil dizer amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;É bem melhor dizê-lo a cantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Por isso esta noite, fiz esta canção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Para resolver o meu problema de expressão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pra ficar mais perto, bem mais de perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ficar mais perto, bem mais de perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SVGBD1r3NZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HzrA5epicFo/s1600-h/I_LOVE_YOU_in_100_languages_by_dkraner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SVGBD1r3NZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HzrA5epicFo/s320/I_LOVE_YOU_in_100_languages_by_dkraner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283145740832945554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7756802-2772714017259101808?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2772714017259101808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=2772714017259101808' title='1 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-7386237209021182009</id><published>2008-12-24T00:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:16:42.869Z</updated><title type='text'>O Sopro Do Coração...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Clã - O Sopro Do Coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sim, o amor é vão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É certo e sabido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas então (porque não) porque sopra ao ouvido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O sopro do coração&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o amor é vão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mera dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mero gozo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorvedouro caprichoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No sopro do coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No sopro do coração...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nisto o vento sopra doido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que foi do corpo num turbilhão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sopra doido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que foi do corpo alado nas asas do turbilhão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisto já nem de ar precisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só meras brisas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raras&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corto em dois limão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chego ao ouvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ao frescor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ao barulho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À acidez do mergulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No sangue do coração&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulsar em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É bem dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É bem isso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E apesar disso eriça a pele&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sopro do coração...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sopro do coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SVF-I5J3smI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FUb8uscXBVE/s1600-h/paper_heart__by_naduss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SVF-I5J3smI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FUb8uscXBVE/s320/paper_heart__by_naduss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283142529128575586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-7386237209021182009?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7386237209021182009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=7386237209021182009' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/7386237209021182009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/7386237209021182009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-sopro-do-corao.html' title='O Sopro Do Coração...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SVF-I5J3smI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FUb8uscXBVE/s72-c/paper_heart__by_naduss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-3452359411465980367</id><published>2008-12-24T00:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:18:19.655Z</updated><title type='text'>O Meu Lado Esquerdo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Clã - Lado Esquerdo&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu lado esquerdo é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  mais forte do que o outro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é o lado da intuição&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é o lado onde mora o coração&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu lado esquerdo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oriente do meu instinto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é o lado que me guia no escuro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é o lado com que eu choro e com que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu,  o meu, foi o meu lado esquerdo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me levou até ti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu já pensava&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não existias para mim no mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu lado esquerdo não sabe o que é a razão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ele que me faz sonhar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ele que tanta vez diz não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu,  o meu, foi o meu lado esquerdo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me trouxe até ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Quando eu já pensava&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não existias para mim no mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SU6BB1P6HAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9fEPHxqUxfE/s1600-h/Organic_Apple_Heart_by_amarand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SU6BB1P6HAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9fEPHxqUxfE/s320/Organic_Apple_Heart_by_amarand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282301281425824770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-3452359411465980367?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3452359411465980367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=3452359411465980367' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/3452359411465980367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque me apetece partilhar algumas letras que fazem sempre algum sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SU5_koTcoHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/P9MYeSOq2UQ/s1600-h/The_Slightly_Twitchy_Star_by_ursulav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 67px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SU5_koTcoHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/P9MYeSOq2UQ/s200/The_Slightly_Twitchy_Star_by_ursulav.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282299680223174770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-2335599454539649206?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;Quero continuar a olhar em frente&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;Porque é em frente que a vida me sorri&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;Mas não quero esquecer o meu passado&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;Porque dele muito eu sei que apreendi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;Aprendi a ver a vida com outros olhos&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;De alguém responsável e amadurecido&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;Ser alguém que apreende agora a sentir&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;Algo que antes nunca tinha sentido&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;Não pensem que estou hoje arrependido&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;Porque não fiz nada que me possa arrepender&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;Se algum dia não estiver comigo satisfeito&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;Será por não ter feito algo que deveria fazer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;Agora devo continuar a olhar em frente e sorrir&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;Olhar para trás mas já não me ver a sofrer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;Agora já sei a resposta à pergunta que a Deus fiz&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;Já sei o que da minha Vida Ele quer fazer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R-ht5zfKDHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WE57aXBeQfw/s1600-h/comboio2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R-ht5zfKDHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WE57aXBeQfw/s400/comboio2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181512211130616946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-8529702671368562560?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Eu sei esperar e entender&lt;br /&gt;Mas dói demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu dava tudo para te ter aqui&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé de mim outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Eu dava tudo para te ter aqui&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé de mim outra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, é por amor&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não sei dizer que não&lt;br /&gt;Quando me olhas nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Como quem chama por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, quero sempre mais&lt;br /&gt;Ah, quero sempre mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem um sinal de ti&lt;br /&gt;À noite perco-me por aí&lt;br /&gt;Finjo amar pensando em ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas dói demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu dava tudo para te ter aqui&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé de mim outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Eu dava tudo para te ter aqui&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé de mim outra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R-HLIzfKDFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pS3pHasulOo/s1600-h/Metal_Stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R-HLIzfKDFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pS3pHasulOo/s320/Metal_Stars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179644398573063250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-3420840024879229350?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3420840024879229350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=3420840024879229350' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/3420840024879229350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/3420840024879229350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2008/03/e-tu-davas.html' title='E tu, davas?...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R-HLIzfKDFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pS3pHasulOo/s72-c/Metal_Stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-8578182102886639472</id><published>2008-03-15T21:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:25:39.941Z</updated><title type='text'>Have You?</title><content type='html'>Brian Adams - Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To really love a woman&lt;br /&gt;To understand her - you gotta know her deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Hear every thought - see every dream&lt;br /&gt;N' give her wings - when she wants to fly&lt;br /&gt;Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms&lt;br /&gt;Ya know ya really love a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman you tell her that she's really wanted&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she needs somebody to tell her that it's gonna last forever&lt;br /&gt;So tell me have you ever really really really ever loved a woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To really love a woman&lt;br /&gt;Let her hold you - til ya know how she needs to be touched&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta breathe her - really taste her&lt;br /&gt;Til you can feel her in your blood&lt;br /&gt;N' when you can see your unborn children in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ya know ya really love a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman you tell her that she's really wanted&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she needs somebody to tell her that you'll always be together&lt;br /&gt;So tell me have you ever really really really ever loved a woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to give her some faith - hold her tight&lt;br /&gt;A little tenderness - gotta treat her right&lt;br /&gt;She will be there for you, takin' good care of you&lt;br /&gt;Ya really gotta love your woman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you find yourself liying helpless in her arms&lt;br /&gt;You know you really love a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman you tell her that she's really wanted&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she needs somebody to tell her that it's gonna last forever&lt;br /&gt;So tell me have you ever really really really ever loved a woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=8578182102886639472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8578182102886639472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8578182102886639472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2008/03/have-you.html' title='Have You?'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R9w-gDjh22I/AAAAAAAAAEk/_45EC3WOyWY/s72-c/Have_You_Ever_Really_Loved_A_W_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-9207524984721554320</id><published>2008-03-15T19:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:56:42.947Z</updated><title type='text'>Angels Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R9wp8Djh20I/AAAAAAAAAEU/kjCHNcOeoic/s1600-h/Labyrinth_of_Mirrors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R9wp8Djh20I/AAAAAAAAAEU/kjCHNcOeoic/s320/Labyrinth_of_Mirrors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178059783292443458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pára de fugir... não corras... por favor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um segundo... um olhar... um momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que peço é pares... será assim tão difícil de o fazer?... Talvez o seja... Talvez nunca venha a sabê-lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... Quem sabe um dia, não é?... Quem sabe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-9207524984721554320?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/9207524984721554320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=9207524984721554320' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/9207524984721554320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/9207524984721554320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2008/03/angels-cry.html' title='Angels Cry'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R9wp8Djh20I/AAAAAAAAAEU/kjCHNcOeoic/s72-c/Labyrinth_of_Mirrors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-6503736141264954623</id><published>2008-03-07T02:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T02:50:37.567Z</updated><title type='text'>És...</title><content type='html'>Pensei no que escrever, porque escrever, como escrever... e chego à conclusão que, tudo que possa ter para dizer já o fiz a certa altura, quer aqui, quer pessoalmente, quer em 1001 formas que escolhi para te dizer o que tu tens e sempre terás como uma certeza: Amo-te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podia, mais uma vez, tentar explicar tudo o que quero dizer com tão "simples" e "singela" palavra... mas não o vou fazer. Apenas a tua pessoa eu quero que consiga entender o significado desta palavra... e eu sei que entendes, sentes, vives essa palavra, assim como eu o faço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paro...&lt;br /&gt;Contemplo o Vazio...&lt;br /&gt;E...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo encontrar forma de descrever o que sinto a cada momento que penso "És "minha"" nessa acepção da palavra que tu tão bem percebes... és minha... assim como eu sou teu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma diferença consigo encontrar no sentimento que nos une. A minha "marca" em ti já está visível, a tua em mim... ainda não!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o Sorriso, a Paz, o Amor que tu representas na minha Vida, estão sempre presentes, bastando eu vislumbrar-te, recordar-te, sonhar-te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por tornares o meu Equilíbrio possível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R9CtX3kgSfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6Pp6xrBU_rs/s1600-h/Ying_Yang_Kois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R9CtX3kgSfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6Pp6xrBU_rs/s320/Ying_Yang_Kois.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174826597414357490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-6503736141264954623?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6503736141264954623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=6503736141264954623' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/6503736141264954623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/6503736141264954623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2008/03/s.html' title='És...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R9CtX3kgSfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6Pp6xrBU_rs/s72-c/Ying_Yang_Kois.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-4589626844194107747</id><published>2008-03-05T03:07:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T03:18:22.831Z</updated><title type='text'>De verdade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Paulo Ricardo - Amor De Verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cada verso dessa canção é uma declaração de amor que eu faço a você&lt;br /&gt;Cada rima cada expressão é a confirmação de tudo que eu quis te dizer&lt;br /&gt;E a cada vez que você me ouvir, você vai sentir toda intensidade&lt;br /&gt;E finalmente vai poder dizer, que você soube viver, um amor de verdade&lt;br /&gt;Um amor, assim ninguém vai te dar&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai poder separar&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai jamais superar, enfim, todo esse amor que eu trago em mim&lt;br /&gt;Um amor assim tão grande jamais  Pensei que existisse em mim&lt;br /&gt;Só você meu bem, só você foi capaz de chegar e modificar tudo assim&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que eu penso em você, eu sei bem porque se no coração disparar&lt;br /&gt;Cada vento cada oração, é pura paixão, é tudo que eu quero te dar&lt;br /&gt;E a cada dia eu vou te mostrar, eu vou te provar que é verdade o que eu digo&lt;br /&gt;Não, não tem perigo pode vir,comigo pode se sentir segura porque eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Um amor, assim ninguém vai te dar&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai poder separar&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai jamais superar, enfim, todo esse amor que eu trago em mim&lt;br /&gt;Um amor assim tão grande jamais  Pensei que existisse em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R84QLnkgSeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cGmRA2ijp1o/s1600-h/Bedtime_Claustrophobia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R84QLnkgSeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cGmRA2ijp1o/s320/Bedtime_Claustrophobia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174090813681977826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-4589626844194107747?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4589626844194107747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=4589626844194107747' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/4589626844194107747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/4589626844194107747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2008/03/de-verdade.html' title='De verdade...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R84QLnkgSeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cGmRA2ijp1o/s72-c/Bedtime_Claustrophobia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-8816646806372986785</id><published>2008-03-05T02:58:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T03:06:53.682Z</updated><title type='text'>Dois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Porquê?... Porque não podem ser sempre post's melancólicos ou de reacção... Porque hoje quis deixar algo de positivo, de "diferente"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Paulo Ricardo - Dois Lyrics&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  Quando você disse nunca mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não ligue mais, melhor assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não era bem o que eu queria ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E me disse decidida, saia da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Que aquilo era loucura, era absurdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E mais uma vez você ligou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dias depois, me procurou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Com a voz suave, quase que formal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E disse que não era bem assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não necessariamente o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;De uma coisa tão bonita e casual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;De repente as coisas mudam de lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E quem perdeu pode ganhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Teu silêncio preso na minha garganta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E o medo da verdade, ei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu sei que eu, eu queria estar contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mas sei que não, sei que não é permitido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Talvez se nós, se nós tivéssemos fugido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E ouvido a voz desse desconhecido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O amor, o amor, o amor, o amor, uh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Essa voz que chega devagar, pra perturbar, pra enlouquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dizendo pra eu pular de olhos fechados, oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Essa voz que chega a debochar do meu pavor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mas ao pular, eu me vejo ganhar asas e voar, oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;De repente as coisas mudam de lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E quem perdeu pode ganhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Minha amiga,minha namorada,quando é que eu posso te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Iêê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu sei que eu, ah! eu queria estar contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mas sei que não, sei que não é permitido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Talvez se nós, se nós tivéssemos fugido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E ouvido a voz desse desconhecido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu sei que eu, ah! eu queria estar contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mas sei que não, não, não, não, não, não é permitido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R84NPnkgSdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MdV-mUuTluA/s1600-h/dois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R84NPnkgSdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MdV-mUuTluA/s320/dois.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174087583866571218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-8816646806372986785?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8816646806372986785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=8816646806372986785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8816646806372986785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8816646806372986785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2008/03/dois.html' title='Dois...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R84NPnkgSdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MdV-mUuTluA/s72-c/dois.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-5667765372990846427</id><published>2008-03-04T04:16:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T04:36:20.903Z</updated><title type='text'>Silence 4 - Angel Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silence 4 - Angel Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me with another nervous breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My pressure dropped, this body went with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Memory fails, I'm feeling claustrophobic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scream my silent pain in this big plain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's no one here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tell me who is there now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who is there with you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm taking no calls unless it's her voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm seeing no one unless it's her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open the mailbox every hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe I'll hit the postman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to hear some love words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But not in that dyslexic voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No I won't tear apart for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I was given no choice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess I was trying to keep me alive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once I was dead there's was nothing to do beside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Picking me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;up and lying me down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for some angel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wake me and say to me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Hello. Don't be scared. I want you to know, you're not dead."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, is this a dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Should I believe it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please promise to me that I'm not going to get hurt this time&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too good for you, am I just paranoid?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I get clinical or should I speak louder?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should close my eyes for years&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wait for the strongest feeling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the feelings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To raise from you&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I real? are you real? is this real? What's real?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I real? are you real? is this real?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what's real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R8zRFanLTMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yUo4Mc3036c/s1600-h/Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R8zRFanLTMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yUo4Mc3036c/s320/Angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173739962915048642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-5667765372990846427?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5667765372990846427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=5667765372990846427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/5667765372990846427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/5667765372990846427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2008/03/silence-4-angel-song.html' title='Silence 4 - Angel Song'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R8zRFanLTMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yUo4Mc3036c/s72-c/Angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-2996070678683832617</id><published>2007-12-25T01:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T01:42:13.748Z</updated><title type='text'>Para ti....</title><content type='html'>Sentei-me a contemplar este ecrã... horas... sem nexo... a pensar "Que quero eu dizer hoje?! O que preciso eu de expulsar do meu ser, para estas paginas, sem vida?!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora percebo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Preciso" de te dizer apenas isto: Amo-te! Estou aqui!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que já o sabes, eu sei! Mas... não te esqueças que estou aqui... Quando precisares de uma mão para te ajudar a reerguer, segura a minha e deixa-te Voar!... Lembra-te que o meu Espírito está e estará, para todo o sempre, a teu lado!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És ... a Luz, o Fogo, a Chama que Arde, Vive e Sente... És tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R3BfkUhfpII/AAAAAAAAADs/eD7tt7OL9ak/s1600-h/Phoenix_Nebula_by_freelancah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R3BfkUhfpII/AAAAAAAAADs/eD7tt7OL9ak/s320/Phoenix_Nebula_by_freelancah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147719451673601154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-2996070678683832617?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2996070678683832617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=2996070678683832617' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/2996070678683832617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/2996070678683832617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/12/para-ti.html' title='Para ti....'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/R3BfkUhfpII/AAAAAAAAADs/eD7tt7OL9ak/s72-c/Phoenix_Nebula_by_freelancah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-5475791647408212125</id><published>2007-11-12T13:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:40:11.836Z</updated><title type='text'>Billy Joel - Vienna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma homenagem a um grande amigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ele enviou-me esta música como uma "sugestão" de Vida... e eu acho que o mínimo que posso fazer é mostrar que vou ter em conta! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Billy Joel - Vienna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slow down you crazy child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're so ambitious for a juvenile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then if you're so smart tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you still so afraid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where's the fire, what's the hurry about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You better cool it off before you burn it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You got so much to do and only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So many hours in a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you know that when the truth is told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That you can get what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or you can just get old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When will you realize...Vienna waits for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slow down you're doing fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can't be everything you want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight (tonight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too bad but it's the life you lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're so ahead of yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That you forgot what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though you can see when you're wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know you can't always see when you're right(you're right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You got your passion you got your pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But don't you know that only fools are satisfied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dream on but don't imagine they'll all come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When will you realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vienna waits for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slow down you crazy child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's alright you can afford to lose a day or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When will you realize...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vienna waits for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you know that when the truth is told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That you can get what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or you can just get old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why don't you realize...Vienna waits for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When will you realize...Vienna waits for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/11/billy-joel-vienna.html' title='Billy Joel - Vienna'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-8335545500665294767</id><published>2007-11-01T23:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T23:47:22.392Z</updated><title type='text'>Restrospectiva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto mais um dia findar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual a diferença deste dia de todos os outros? Toda e Nenhuma... Não há um dia igual a outro... mas este dia não teve algo que o fizesse ser diferente de tantos outros no seu significado a longo termo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então porquê escrever? Porque motivo sinto a necessidade de "testemunhar" este dia?... Porque posso! Porque quero! Porque "sim"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque motivo sinto tantas pessoas afastarem-se? Porque motivo as vejo à distância... sem tentarem sequer uma aproximação? Sem tentarem sequer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; explicar o motivo do afastamento?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas questões com respostas que já as sei à demasiado tempo... Apenas não as quero aceitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RyplVhMCdhI/AAAAAAAAADk/YYoI90XzI_Q/s1600-h/The_End_Of_A_Day_by_Pixydream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RyplVhMCdhI/AAAAAAAAADk/YYoI90XzI_Q/s320/The_End_Of_A_Day_by_Pixydream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128022546075252242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-8335545500665294767?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8335545500665294767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=8335545500665294767' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8335545500665294767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8335545500665294767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/11/restrospectiva.html' title='Restrospectiva...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RyplVhMCdhI/AAAAAAAAADk/YYoI90XzI_Q/s72-c/The_End_Of_A_Day_by_Pixydream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-4794447129433115318</id><published>2007-10-30T01:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T02:11:04.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Ideias soltas...</title><content type='html'>Um olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;Um toque...&lt;br /&gt;Um... Apenas Um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como algo tão simples, tão "banal" consegue ter tanto significado, pode ter tanta importância... Como?... Porque lhe damos essa importância! Porquê? Porque é o que sentimos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar pode representar apenas o vislumbrar de outrem como pode representar palavras, sentimentos, emoções...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideias soltas... estas que me assaltam a esta hora.. apenas para me fazer pensar se o Céu estará estrelado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideias soltas... apenas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RyaSeBMCdgI/AAAAAAAAADc/zOn3o8Bp8d4/s1600-h/Dearest_Candle__by_disturbedvg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RyaSeBMCdgI/AAAAAAAAADc/zOn3o8Bp8d4/s320/Dearest_Candle__by_disturbedvg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126946270220547586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-4794447129433115318?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4794447129433115318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=4794447129433115318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/4794447129433115318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/4794447129433115318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/10/ideias-soltas.html' title='Ideias soltas...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RyaSeBMCdgI/AAAAAAAAADc/zOn3o8Bp8d4/s72-c/Dearest_Candle__by_disturbedvg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-5798880662120627630</id><published>2007-10-24T10:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T10:19:20.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque me apeteceu uma muxca animada! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heart - Barracuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this aint the end -&lt;br /&gt;I saw you again today&lt;br /&gt;I had to turn my heart away&lt;br /&gt;Smiled like the sun -&lt;br /&gt;Kisses for real&lt;br /&gt;And tales - it never fails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lying so low in the weeds&lt;br /&gt;I bet you gonna ambush me&lt;br /&gt;Youd have me down down down down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Now wouldnt you, barracuda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back over time we were all&lt;br /&gt;Trying for free&lt;br /&gt;You met the porpoise and me&lt;br /&gt;No right no wrong, selling a song-&lt;br /&gt;A name, whisper game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the real thing dont do the trick&lt;br /&gt;You better make up something quick&lt;br /&gt;You gonna burn burn burn burn it to the wick&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh, barracuda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sell me sell you the porpoise said&lt;br /&gt;Dive down deep down to save my head&lt;br /&gt;You...i think you got the blues too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that night and all the next&lt;br /&gt;Swam without looking back&lt;br /&gt;Made for the western pools - silly fools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the real thing dont do the trick&lt;br /&gt;No, you better make up something quick&lt;br /&gt;You gonna burn burn burn burn it to the wick&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooohhhh, barra barracuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-6o1BRezuw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-6o1BRezuw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-5798880662120627630?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5798880662120627630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=5798880662120627630' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/5798880662120627630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/5798880662120627630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/10/porque-me-apeteceu-uma-muxca-animada.html' title='Porque me apeteceu uma muxca animada! =)'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-2131652195640539670</id><published>2007-10-16T01:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T02:04:03.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem vinda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RxQNe66KRwI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZHd641WWn2g/s1600-h/DSC02027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RxQNe66KRwI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZHd641WWn2g/s320/DSC02027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121733501087532802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bem vinda, meu Amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Finalmente chegaste!... Hoje, 15 de Outubro de 2007, juntas-te a nós!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ana Rita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Significa cheia de graça e predispões a criança a se tornar muito segura, graças à sua boa organização mental. Sua intuição lhe garante boas escolhas nos estudos, na profissão e no amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Rita:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Diminutivo de Margaret, ou do italiano Margherita (Margarida). Faz alusão a determinadas atitudes relacionadas com a tenacidade e com a força de vontade. É próprio de pessoas que se sacrificam ao extremo quando estão convictas de que há uma razão para isto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O que isto quer dizer? Que o nome "Ana" e o nome "Rita" têm significado histórico etc etc... o que isto interessa? Nada... O que interessa A Ana Rita, minha sobrinha, minha afilhada? Tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Felicidade e Amor são os sentimentos que me invadem só de pensar que finalmente nasceste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Estou Feliz! Apetece-me gritar "Nasceu a minha sobrinha"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-2131652195640539670?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2131652195640539670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=2131652195640539670' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/2131652195640539670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/2131652195640539670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/10/bem-vinda.html' title='Bem vinda'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RxQNe66KRwI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZHd641WWn2g/s72-c/DSC02027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-745758884582474783</id><published>2007-09-18T08:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:31:24.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitty - Na Sua Estante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Te vejo errando e isso não é pecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Excepto quando faz outra pessoa sangrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Te vejo sonhando e isso dá medo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perdido num mundo que não dá pra entrar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você está saindo da minha vida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E parece que vai demorar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se não souber voltar ao menos mande notícia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cê acha que eu sou louca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas tudo vai se encaixar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tou aproveitando cada segundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Antes que isso aqui vire uma tragédia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Só você não viu&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você tá sempre indo e vindo, tudo bem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dessa vez eu já vesti minha armadura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; E mesmo que nada funcione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Eu estarei de pé, de queixo erguido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois você me vê vermelha e acha graça&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas eu não ficaria bem na sua estante&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tou aproveitando cada segundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Antes que isso aqui vire uma tragédia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Só você não viu&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só por hoje não quero mais te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só por hoje não vou tomar minha dose de você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cansei de chorar feridas que não se fecham, não se curam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; E essa abstinência uma hora vai passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Ru99xnnSaNI/AAAAAAAAADM/wUjvgHoXrdM/s1600-h/Broken_Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Ru99xnnSaNI/AAAAAAAAADM/wUjvgHoXrdM/s320/Broken_Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111442393489631442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-745758884582474783?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/745758884582474783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=745758884582474783' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/745758884582474783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/745758884582474783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/09/pitty-na-sua-estante.html' title='Pitty - Na Sua Estante'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Ru99xnnSaNI/AAAAAAAAADM/wUjvgHoXrdM/s72-c/Broken_Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-5866855502655324744</id><published>2007-08-23T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T00:10:03.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"...Those Who Want To Fight, Let Live!... Those Who Do Not Want To Fight In This World Of Eternal Struggle Do Not Deserve To Live!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RszCC4_bJwI/AAAAAAAAADE/i_HOvi7rLm8/s1600-h/Antipodal_evolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RszCC4_bJwI/AAAAAAAAADE/i_HOvi7rLm8/s320/Antipodal_evolution.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101665832817862402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-5866855502655324744?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5866855502655324744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RszCC4_bJwI/AAAAAAAAADE/i_HOvi7rLm8/s72-c/Antipodal_evolution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-2366299443347181961</id><published>2007-08-07T09:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:02:02.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, Another Lyric</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Garbage - #1 Crush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you&lt;br /&gt;I've been dying just to feel you by my side&lt;br /&gt;To know that you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cry for you&lt;br /&gt;I will wash away your pain with all my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And drown your fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for you&lt;br /&gt;I will sell my soul for something pure and true&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See your face every place that I walk in&lt;br /&gt;Hear your voice every time I am talking&lt;br /&gt;You will believe in me&lt;br /&gt;And I will never be ignored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will burn for you&lt;br /&gt;Feel pain for you&lt;br /&gt;I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart&lt;br /&gt;And tear it apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lie for you&lt;br /&gt;Beg and steal for you&lt;br /&gt;I will crawl on hands and knees until you see&lt;br /&gt;You're just like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violate all the love that I'm missing&lt;br /&gt;Throw away all the pain that I'm living&lt;br /&gt;You will believe in me&lt;br /&gt;And I can never be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I would die for you&lt;br /&gt;I would kill for you&lt;br /&gt;I would steal for you&lt;br /&gt;I would do time for you&lt;br /&gt;I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;I would make room for you&lt;br /&gt;I would sail ships for you&lt;br /&gt;To be close to you&lt;br /&gt;To be a part of you&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would die for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Rrg0htrJS4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/a3tQVdc7lnE/s1600-h/How_I_like_my_milk_by_DianaCretu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/2366299443347181961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-day-another-lyric.html' title='Another day, Another Lyric'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Rrg0htrJS4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/a3tQVdc7lnE/s72-c/How_I_like_my_milk_by_DianaCretu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-6056429319814885516</id><published>2007-08-02T09:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T09:46:27.257+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't turn your back on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Guano Apes - Don't you turn your back on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boy you're killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with your funny smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my heart is beating loud as hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm diving in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My whole life is upside and down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when you're chasing down my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the more I run away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the closer you draw near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me to the edge of feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;heart against my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;show me places I have longed for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in sanctitiy and sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Locked intense inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;your touch will set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hold on til the sun comes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if you'll be there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder if you let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't you turn your back on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;take a look at where you wanna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't be scared of what you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the only thing that's killing you is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now you're leaving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with your angry eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my love gets lost with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was saving you last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;locked intense inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;your trust will set us free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the more you run away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the closer I draw near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RrGZftrJS3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/x6I6cudtdAc/s1600-h/Turn_your_back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RrGZftrJS3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/x6I6cudtdAc/s320/Turn_your_back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094021423648295794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7756802-6056429319814885516?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6056429319814885516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=6056429319814885516' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-3914947032855368611</id><published>2007-07-15T10:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:19:59.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns, a mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parabéns a mim... nesta data querida!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda 6a feira estava eu a regressar à Civilização, vindo do "meu" lindo Gerês... e hoje já estou a pensar "Tenho mais um ano do que quando lá estive..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;26 anos... É uma idade que hoje inicio... A sensação? Ainda não a sei descrever... A sensação de findar os 25? Nostálgica...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com este vigésimo quinto ano findado sinto-me triste por terminar um período tão marcante da minha Vida. Termino pois agora com 26 anos tudo será diferente, surgirá uma nova maturidade, uma nova forma de encarar as adversidades e felicidades que me aguardar... enfim... podemos sempre escrever estas frases para nos convencermos que irá realmente ser assim... a realidade?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada muda, nada se altera. A idade reserva-nos uma aprendizagem progressiva, se nós estivermos dispostos a aprender. A partir daí... daqui a um ano estarei a dizer que os 26 foram uma idade que me ensinou muito e os 27 e os 28.... Como sei isto? Porque eu sou uma criatura de natureza curiosa e perfeccionista. Como tal tudo o que puder aprender e melhorar na minha pessoa, fá-lo-ei!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aos 25 anos apr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;endi que existem sentimentos que desconhecia... aprendi que sou mais determinado (a palavra obstinado seria tão mais adequada) do que julgava... aprendi que para tudo na Vida existe uma altura e um momento. Ainda não chegou o meu momento, mas quiçá um dia...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto escrevi para resumir em algo como "Obrigado"... sorrir... e nada mais... apenas sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Rpn0UY2tIYI/AAAAAAAAACs/oqv02S7k9wM/s1600-h/sometimes_here_____by_karil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Rpn0UY2tIYI/AAAAAAAAACs/oqv02S7k9wM/s320/sometimes_here_____by_karil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087365885198147970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-3914947032855368611?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3914947032855368611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=3914947032855368611' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/3914947032855368611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/3914947032855368611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/07/parabns-mim.html' title='Parabéns, a mim...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Rpn0UY2tIYI/AAAAAAAAACs/oqv02S7k9wM/s72-c/sometimes_here_____by_karil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-4880777677241357876</id><published>2007-07-09T21:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:32:27.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aí vou eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amanhã aí vou eu, Gerês espera por mim!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RpKbQdh_LKI/AAAAAAAAACk/LRHkwoXdFGg/s1600-h/peneda-geres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085297636362103970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RpKbQdh_LKI/AAAAAAAAACk/LRHkwoXdFGg/s320/peneda-geres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-4880777677241357876?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4880777677241357876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=4880777677241357876' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/4880777677241357876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/4880777677241357876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/07/vou-eu.html' title='Aí vou eu...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RpKbQdh_LKI/AAAAAAAAACk/LRHkwoXdFGg/s72-c/peneda-geres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-8807482401361748083</id><published>2007-07-05T11:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T11:43:52.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rammstein | Du Riechst So Gut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rammstein - You smell so good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Insanity is only a narrow bridge,&lt;br /&gt;the banks are Reason and Desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m going after you,&lt;br /&gt;the sunlight confuses the mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A blind child that’s crawling forward because it smells it’s mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The track is fresh and onto the bridge drips your sweat, your warm blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don’t see you, I only smell you and I sense you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A predator that screams with hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I scent you for miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You smell so good, you smell so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m coming after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You smell so good, I’ll find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So good, I’m coming after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You smell so good, I’ll have you shortly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ll wait till it is dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I’ll touch your wet skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don’t tell on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh don’t you see the bridge is burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stop screaming, don’t defend yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because otherwise it breaks apart…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RozKtdh_LII/AAAAAAAAACU/-NQsZt7VH8k/s1600-h/Wolf_wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083660961764551810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RozKtdh_LII/AAAAAAAAACU/-NQsZt7VH8k/s320/Wolf_wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RozKc9h_LHI/AAAAAAAAACM/gihkVRqf8sE/s1600-h/Wolf_wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-8807482401361748083?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8807482401361748083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=8807482401361748083' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8807482401361748083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8807482401361748083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/07/rammstein-du-riechst-so-gut.html' title='Rammstein | Du Riechst So Gut'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RozKtdh_LII/AAAAAAAAACU/-NQsZt7VH8k/s72-c/Wolf_wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-2463123283480353888</id><published>2007-06-26T11:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T11:31:43.634+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As minhas estrelas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Escrevi tanto e subitamente o texto desapareceu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Penso "Vou voltar a escrever tudo?...". A resposta? Não, Não vou! Apenas um pensamento ficou de tudo o que havia escrito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nada acontece por acaso. Há 3 anos deram-me Asas... Hoje essas Asas ajudam-me a alcançar a minha Estrela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tudo o resto? Passado... Tantas recordações, Tantos momentos bons, Tantos momentos maus... e de nada me arrependo. Voltava atrás? Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RoDq-vlpIgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DV17BarQ6CI/s1600-h/Strange_Night_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080318743321059842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RoDq-vlpIgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DV17BarQ6CI/s320/Strange_Night_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-2463123283480353888?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2463123283480353888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=2463123283480353888' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/2463123283480353888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/2463123283480353888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-minhas-estrelas.html' title='As minhas estrelas...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RoDq-vlpIgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DV17BarQ6CI/s72-c/Strange_Night_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-6862262578539799025</id><published>2007-06-23T00:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:15:58.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porquê repetir? Porque é o que me apetece dizer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Just Want You -  Ozzy Osbourne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;There Are No Unlockable Doors&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Unwinnable Wars&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Unrightable Wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Or Unsingable Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;There Are No Unbeatable Odds&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Believable Gods&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Unnameable Names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;There Are No Impossible Dreams&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Invisible Seams&lt;br /&gt;Each Night When Day Is Through&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Ask Much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I Just Want You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;There Are No Uncriminal Crimes&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Unrhymable Rhymes&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Identical Twins&lt;br /&gt;Or Forgivable Sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;There Are No Incurable Ills&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Unkillable Thrills&lt;br /&gt;One Thing And You Know It's True&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Ask Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I Just Want You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;There Are No Unachievable Goals&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Unsaveable Souls&lt;br /&gt;No Legitimate Kings Or Queens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;There Are No Undisputable Truths&lt;br /&gt;And There Ain't No Fountain Of Youth&lt;br /&gt;Each Night When the Day Is Through&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Ask Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I Just Want You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Rnxl3_lpIfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gUlPCzvbazw/s1600-h/Room_Of_Angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Rnxl3_lpIfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gUlPCzvbazw/s320/Room_Of_Angels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079046492403606002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7756802-6862262578539799025?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6862262578539799025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=6862262578539799025' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/6862262578539799025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/6862262578539799025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/06/porqu-repetir-porque-o-que-me-apetece.html' title='Porquê repetir? Porque é o que me apetece dizer...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Rnxl3_lpIfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gUlPCzvbazw/s72-c/Room_Of_Angels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-6133081192048672702</id><published>2007-06-22T08:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T08:38:10.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruzamentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enquanto pego no álbum de Ozzy penso "Como se passaram anos desde a última vez que ouvi isto..."... e a nostalgia toma conta de mim... Não no sentido positivo, não no sentido negativo... apenas sem sentido definido, com um aconchego e uma calma de uma tarde de Inverno em que a luz do Sol espreita mto timidamente através das nuvens cerradas e cinzentas, em que o Vento nos trás a recordação de mil e uma histórias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enfim... a nostalgia é algo maravilhoso... um sentimento de recordação sem significado suficiente para ser uma memória mas sem deixar de ter um significado momentâneo, a certa altura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje sinto-me nostálgico enquanto oiço "Ozzmosis"... com 12 anos de existência este álbum tem tantas recordações associadas, de uma altura em que as decisões eram efémeras e nada tinha o significado que aparentava... mesmo que para sempre influenciasse... era temporário todo e qualquer sentimento ou mágoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Passados 12 anos penso em como gostava que a Nostalgia fosse real, que o Sol, apenas mais um dia, se escondesse atrás das nuvens, que o Vento voltasse com a sua força... e gostava de me sentar... apenas a contemplar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gostava... mas não pode ser!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nostalgia, Recordação, Passado... tudo o mesmo! "Foi giro mas... a Vida continua" é uma expressão adequada para todos estes termos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cruzamentos na Vida surgem em alturas muito específicas, com um propósito definido, que normalmente têm uma característica em comum: Nunca sabemos, indo em frente, para a direita ou para esquerda, o que vai acontecer! Não é uma decisão consciente na nossa Vida... é uma decisão!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;E hoje contemplo o meu cruzamento e penso "Vou em frente?... ou mudo de direcção"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078789610409632226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Rnt8PflpIeI/AAAAAAAAABs/PBxfWtZLaHA/s320/ukraine-kyiv-crossroads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-6133081192048672702?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6133081192048672702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=6133081192048672702' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/6133081192048672702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/6133081192048672702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/06/cruzamentos.html' title='Cruzamentos...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Rnt8PflpIeI/AAAAAAAAABs/PBxfWtZLaHA/s72-c/ukraine-kyiv-crossroads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-6987000524956130331</id><published>2007-06-21T08:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T09:56:51.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Fim...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Essa expressão tão comum, em tudo na Vida! O Fim de um Filme, o Fim de um Concerto, o Fim de uma Vida, o Fim de um Desejo, O Fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem o decide? O Destino? Não me parece! Querer "culpar" algo, seja Destino, seja Deus, seja Azar por todo o insucesso, tristeza, infelicidade... é tirar toda a beleza a um triunfo, a um sucesso, a uma etapa "ganha"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não o faço! Não o sinto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se algo de mau está destinado, venha! Se algo de bom está destinado, venha! Seja o que for que me está reservado na Vida... espero-o, sem medos nem receios! Não "fujo"! Por vezes podemos achar que chegamos ao nosso limite, que já não dá mais... que tudo o que nos rodeia está "contra nós"... e o que fazer? Fugir ou Lutar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;A minha resposta está dada à tanto tempo que já é uma repetição... Nunca Fugir! Lutar até ao Fim! Quem decide esse Fim? Eu! O Indíviduo é responsável pelas suas acções! Porquê? Porque optou sê-lo! Porque prefere sofrer por uma decisão sua do que "gozar" de uma decisão de outrém (Deus, Destino ou Sorte...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Existe um filme chamado "300" em que é retratado o espírito deste post, principalmente na frase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;"If they block the Sun, we fight in the shade"... ou seja, venha o que vier... estamos cá para enfrentar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RnovEvlpIdI/AAAAAAAAABk/y7s6CLwYFJ8/s1600-h/Fallen_Angel_II_by_liciniosouza+(edited).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078423288353989074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RnovEvlpIdI/AAAAAAAAABk/y7s6CLwYFJ8/s320/Fallen_Angel_II_by_liciniosouza+(edited).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7756802-6987000524956130331?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6987000524956130331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=6987000524956130331' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/6987000524956130331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/6987000524956130331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-fim.html' title='O Fim...?'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RnovEvlpIdI/AAAAAAAAABk/y7s6CLwYFJ8/s72-c/Fallen_Angel_II_by_liciniosouza+(edited).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-2585452887367488920</id><published>2007-06-20T09:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:54:44.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque não!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Dizem-me para seguir em frente... para não pensar nisso... para não olhar para trás... porquê!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Uma pessoa muito especial na minha Vida, o meu Yang, disse-me uma vez "Olha para o Passado, aprende com ele pois é ele que fez a pessoa que tu és no Presente..." e, se na altura eu achei que o Passado era realmente isso, Passado... hoje penso "O Passado fez-me, o Presente faz-me, o Futuro.. quem sabe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Tudo isto para dizer "Porque deverei ter um Presente que não é o que pretendo... só porque existe um Passado?"... Não tenho! Não devo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Nas palavras de uns senhores que dão pelo nome de Hatebreed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;From nothing we have risen... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;And from Nothing we still Rise!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Take your life back...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Fight! Fight!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you fight to take your Life back?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Se temos de lutar para ter uma Vida diferente do que nos está destinado... venha a Luta! Se temos de cair e do chão voltarmo-nos a erguer... seja! ;) Agora nunca paramos de lutar, nunca paramos de cair, nunca paramos, nunca desistimos! Assim sim! Vivemos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Quando não for preciso lutar... apreciamos a "Paz"... contemplamos o que nos rodeia... saramos as "feridas"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078109034186875330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RnkRQvlpIcI/AAAAAAAAABc/PwH1Zidrkj0/s320/angelDevil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-2585452887367488920?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2585452887367488920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=2585452887367488920' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/2585452887367488920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/2585452887367488920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/06/porque-no.html' title='Porque não!?'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RnkRQvlpIcI/AAAAAAAAABc/PwH1Zidrkj0/s72-c/angelDevil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-1087420171261252283</id><published>2007-06-19T02:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T02:38:59.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento Recorrente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não era uma Vida tão mais fácil se nós aprendêssemos com todos os erros à primeira? E se não os voltássemos nunca a repetir? E se racionalizássemos tudo o que se passasse nessa Vida ao mais ínfimo detalhe para evitar surpresas?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realmente era mais fácil... mas que piada teria a Vida!? O que aconteceria àquela sabor agridoce de descobrir uma novidade "não desejada" ou de ser confrontado com algo que preferíamos não saber!? De ter de tomar uma decisão que não sabemos muito bem no que irá resultar mas que tem realmente de ser tomada!?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Vida é feita de pequenos e grandes pormenores, pequenas e grandes escolhas, pequenas e grandes alegrias, pequenas e grandes tristezas... a dimensão de cada um deles é decidida pelo Indivíduo. Ele é que percebe, em determinada etapa, a importância e o significado que esses factores têm nesse percurso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que o meu percurso é um pouco aleatório... uma desordem rigorosa e ordenada, comandada pelo Coração e pelo Cérebro, num consenso que por vezes se torna em discórdia e que gera grandes "discussões".... Quem prevalece? Nunca sei! Apenas sei que faça o que fizer, há algo que nunca irá existir! O "Se"... O "Se" é o pior sentimento que pode existir numa vivência! "Se tivesse feito...", "Se tivesse dito", "Se tivesse tentado"... um "Se" é algo que podemos sempre evitar, mas preferimos não o fazer porque é difícil, é mais fácil esperar pelo desenrolar das situações... e depois fica apenas a ideia do que poderia ter acontecido se não tivéssemos hesitado!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu recuso-me a que isso aconteça! Prefiro sofrer, lutar, correr, cair por uma decisão minha, por uma opção "errada" do que ficar com um "E se...". Julgo que é uma das características da minha Teimosia, que insiste em me impulsionar em caminhos que eu sei que não devem ser percorridos... mas que prefiro caminhar e tombar novamente a deixar um "Se" pendente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-1087420171261252283?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1087420171261252283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=1087420171261252283' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/1087420171261252283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/1087420171261252283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/06/pensamento-recorrente.html' title='Pensamento Recorrente...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-8507842693512623500</id><published>2007-06-17T21:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:20:43.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Want You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Just Want You  Ozzy Osbourne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There Are No Unlockable Doors&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Unwinnable Wars&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Unrightable Wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Or Unsingable Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There Are No Unbeatable Odds&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Believable Gods&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Unnameable Names&lt;br /&gt;Shall I Say It Again, Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There Are No Impossible Dreams&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Invisible Seams&lt;br /&gt;Each Night When Day Is Through&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Ask Much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I Just Want You&lt;br /&gt;I Just Want You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There Are No Uncriminal Crimes&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Unrhymable Rhymes&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Identical Twins&lt;br /&gt;Or Forgivable Sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There Are No Incurable Ills&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Unkillable Thrills&lt;br /&gt;One Thing And You Know It's True&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Ask Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I Just Want You&lt;br /&gt;I Just Want You&lt;br /&gt;I Just Want You&lt;br /&gt;I Just Want You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm Sick And Tired Of Bein' Sick And Tired&lt;br /&gt;I Used To Go To Bed So High And Wired&lt;br /&gt;Yeah - Yeah, Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I Think I'll Buy Myself Some Plastic Water&lt;br /&gt;I Guess I Should Have Married Lennon's&lt;br /&gt;Daughter&lt;br /&gt;Yeah - Yeah, Yeah, Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There Are No Unachievable Goals&lt;br /&gt;There Are No Unsaveable Souls&lt;br /&gt;No Legitimate Kings Or Queens,&lt;br /&gt;Do You Know What I Mean? Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There Are No Undisputable Truths&lt;br /&gt;And There Ain't No Fountain Of Youth&lt;br /&gt;Each Night When Day Is Through&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Ask Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I Just Want You&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/7756802-8507842693512623500?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8507842693512623500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=8507842693512623500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8507842693512623500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8507842693512623500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-just-want-you.html' title='I Just Want You'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-8934854074967792510</id><published>2007-06-15T23:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:24:35.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje pensei em ti...</title><content type='html'>Hoje pensei em ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não no sentido de lembrança, já que a tua recordação está sempre tão presente... mas no sentido de admiração, de pensar quão grande tu foste, és e sempre serás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que, ao longo da sua Vida, têm medo de olhar de frente as adversidades que aparecem à sua frente, têm medo de as enfrentar, pois nunca sabem o que as espera, o que irão encontrar... e preferem viver no Vazio conhecido a arriscar num Sentido desconhecido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Tu não! Tu olhaste a Vida de frente... enfrentaste tudo e todos... A própria Morte teve de esperar uns anos até te conseguir vencer... e mesmo assim tu deixaste que ela te acompanhasse num novo passo da tua Vida... e não que Ela te levasse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha Grande Irmã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RnMRlflpIWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WHhqJaTgdJQ/s1600-h/741289-Leave_the_sea_stars_where_they_are_please-Cayo_Largo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RnMRlflpIWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WHhqJaTgdJQ/s320/741289-Leave_the_sea_stars_where_they_are_please-Cayo_Largo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076420540808896866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-8934854074967792510?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8934854074967792510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=8934854074967792510' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8934854074967792510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8934854074967792510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/06/hoje-pensei-em-ti.html' title='Hoje pensei em ti...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RnMRlflpIWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WHhqJaTgdJQ/s72-c/741289-Leave_the_sea_stars_where_they_are_please-Cayo_Largo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-8808552225086587141</id><published>2007-06-15T09:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T09:04:39.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ontem a Tarde</title><content type='html'>Hum... um plágio a um grande poeta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se me identifico com este poema... não sei realmente o que pensar ou sentir quando leio este texto... mas foi o que eu tive a dizer a um Amigo... e acho que faz sentido estar aqui... e talvez estar aqui agora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem a Tarde (Alberto Caeiro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem a tarde um homem das cidades&lt;br /&gt;Falava a porta da estalagem.&lt;br /&gt;Falava comigo tambem.&lt;br /&gt;Falava da justica e da luta para haver justica&lt;br /&gt;E dos operarios que sofrem,&lt;br /&gt;E do trabalho constante, e dos que tem fome,&lt;br /&gt;E dos ricos, que so tem costas para isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, olhando para mim, viu-me lagrimas nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;E sorriu com agrado, julgando que eu sentia&lt;br /&gt;O odio que ele sentia, e a compaixao&lt;br /&gt;Que ele dizia que sentia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mas eu mal o estava ouvindo.&lt;br /&gt;Que me importam a mim os homens&lt;br /&gt;E o que sofrem ou supoem que sofrem?&lt;br /&gt;Sejam como eu — nao sofrerao.&lt;br /&gt;Todo o mal do mundo vem de nos importarmos uns com os outros,&lt;br /&gt;Quer para fazer bem, quer para fazer mal.&lt;br /&gt;A nossa alma e o ceu e a terra bastam-nos.&lt;br /&gt;Querer mais e perder isto, e ser infeliz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu no que estava pensando&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amigo de gente falava&lt;br /&gt;(E isso me comoveu ate as lagrimas),&lt;br /&gt;Era em como o murmurio longinquo dos chocalhos&lt;br /&gt;A esse entardecer&lt;br /&gt;Nao parecia os sinos duma capela pequenina&lt;br /&gt;A que fossem a missa as flores e os regatos&lt;br /&gt;E as almas simples como a minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Louvado seja Deus que nao sou bom,&lt;br /&gt;E tenho o egoismo natural das flores&lt;br /&gt;E dos rios que seguem o seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Preocupados sem o saber&lt;br /&gt;So com florir e ir correndo.&lt;br /&gt;E essa a unica missao no Mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Essa — existir claramente,&lt;br /&gt;E saber faze-lo sem pensar nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o homem calara-se, olhando o poente.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que tem com o poente quem odeia e ama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RnJH_vlpIVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6Zaw9hepyz4/s1600-h/1139bParadiseRiver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RnJH_vlpIVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6Zaw9hepyz4/s320/1139bParadiseRiver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076198890431652178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-8808552225086587141?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8808552225086587141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=8808552225086587141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8808552225086587141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/8808552225086587141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/06/ontem-tarde.html' title='Ontem a Tarde'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RnJH_vlpIVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6Zaw9hepyz4/s72-c/1139bParadiseRiver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-1497673398567495351</id><published>2007-06-14T08:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:07:44.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas escrever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Apenas escrever... Porquê?... Porque quero... Porque posso... Porque sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sem motivo definido, sem objectivos nem intenções... apenas escrever... muito presente na ideia de deixar fluir umas quantas palavras numa manhã como esta... sem nada de especial, sem nada de comum... apenas uma manhã! Não "uma manhã como todas as outras" porque essa expressão não é uma realidade no meu Mundo. Todos os dias são diferentes... especiais na sua maneira única de acontecer... mas todos eles com um início, um meio e um fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Enfim... Palavras soltas... num dia que agora começa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RnD2-vlpIUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BPlPyzD4GRQ/s1600-h/DB_searching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RnD2-vlpIUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BPlPyzD4GRQ/s320/DB_searching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075828337833222466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7756802-1497673398567495351?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1497673398567495351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=1497673398567495351' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/1497673398567495351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/1497673398567495351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/06/apenas-escrever.html' title='Apenas escrever...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/RnD2-vlpIUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BPlPyzD4GRQ/s72-c/DB_searching.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-2918351588868091882</id><published>2007-06-12T11:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T12:15:18.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yin-Yang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dou por mim a tentar explicar, com 1001 linhas de texto, o que sinto por ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou por mim a tentar explicar a 1001 pessoas o que nos une, o que é sentir-me em União com alguém, sem que seja uma sensação de atracção física... tento que percebam que é possível um Homem e uma Mulher se amarem sem existir atracção física nem ser com o sentido de "casar, namorar, ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não merece a pena. Eu sinto! Tu sentes! Quem nos conhece, realmente, percebe o que nos une. Não sente a nossa União como uma ameaça ou como um sentimento diferente do que realmente é... Amor entre 2 espíritos que se completam e unem... nada mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como tu disseste, pode existir mais do que 1 alma gémea da nossa e, se formos pessoas afortunadas, ou se o Destino assim decidir, podemos encontrá-las ao longo da nossa Existência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei-te a ti, à muito tempo atrás, sem me aperceber do verdadeiro significado da tua Existência... e apenas anos depois é que nós conseguimos ter maturidade suficiente, não a nível físico, mas sim Espiritual, para perceber todo o Potencial da nossa União...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha outra alma gémea... é outro texto! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto tudo traduz-se num símbolo, numa ideia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Rm6AD_lpITI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZCmsC_pcfiM/s1600-h/Yin+Yang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Rm6AD_lpITI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZCmsC_pcfiM/s200/Yin+Yang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075134636190409010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-2918351588868091882?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2918351588868091882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=2918351588868091882' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/2918351588868091882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/2918351588868091882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/06/yin-yang.html' title='Yin-Yang'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Rm6AD_lpITI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZCmsC_pcfiM/s72-c/Yin+Yang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-7010648901016803746</id><published>2007-06-11T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T14:52:09.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia diferente, Um pensamento diferente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ABBA LYRICS | Take A Chance On Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you change your mind, I'm the first in line&lt;br /&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;If you need me, let me know, gonna be around&lt;br /&gt;If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down&lt;br /&gt;If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown&lt;br /&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie&lt;br /&gt;If you put me to the test, if you let me try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;(That's all I ask of you honey)&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can go dancing, we can go walking, as long as we're together&lt;br /&gt;Listen to some music, maybe just talking, get to know you better&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you know I've got&lt;br /&gt;So much that I wanna do, when I dream I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;It's magic&lt;br /&gt;You want me to leave it there, afraid of a love affair&lt;br /&gt;But I think you know&lt;br /&gt;That I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you change your mind, I'm the first in line&lt;br /&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;If you need me, let me know, gonna be around&lt;br /&gt;If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down&lt;br /&gt;If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown&lt;br /&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie&lt;br /&gt;If you put me to the test, if you let me try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;(Come on, give me a break will you?)&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;Oh you can take your time baby, I'm in no hurry, know I'm gonna get you&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna hurt me, baby don't worry, I ain't gonna let you&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you now&lt;br /&gt;My love is strong enough to last when things are rough&lt;br /&gt;It's magic&lt;br /&gt;You say that I waste my time but I can't get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;No I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you change your mind, I'm the first in line&lt;br /&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;If you need me, let me know, gonna be around&lt;br /&gt;If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down&lt;br /&gt;If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown&lt;br /&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do my very best, baby can't you see&lt;br /&gt;Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;(Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba ba ba ba baa, ba ba ba ba baa&lt;br /&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do my very best, baby can't you see&lt;br /&gt;Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;(Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba ba ba ba baa, ba ba ba ba baa ba-ba&lt;br /&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;/span&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/7756802-7010648901016803746?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7010648901016803746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=7010648901016803746' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/7010648901016803746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/7010648901016803746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/06/um-dia-diferente-um-pensamento.html' title='Um dia diferente, Um pensamento diferente...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-6910084511114863183</id><published>2007-05-24T01:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T01:38:25.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Rain...</title><content type='html'>Hum... começo este post como tantos outros... sem saber muito bem o que escrever, o que pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de perceber algumas pessoas... pessoas que têm algo a dizer, algo a sentir, algo a expressar... e que preferem ignorar esse "algo"... e tornam-se pessoas revoltadas com a Vida por as ter "obrigado" a sofrer uma alteração na sua rotina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... será assim tão complexo enfrentar Ideias, Situações, Sentimentos...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frase "Não fujas! Enfrenta-o de pé, olhos nos olhos" aplica-se a tudo isto... como uma Filosofia de Vida... Nunca se deve fugir das dificuldades... deve-se sempre enfrentar e ultrapassar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto para pensar só numa ideia... É tão difícil enfrentar um desafio, algo desconhecido, durante o decorrer da Vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-6910084511114863183?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6910084511114863183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=6910084511114863183' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/6910084511114863183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/6910084511114863183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/05/black-rain.html' title='Black Rain...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-4892069759212522980</id><published>2007-04-25T11:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T11:48:45.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No time to cry (again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim de 3 anos de ausência volto com um post repetido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existiu alguém que disse "...Não precisamos inventar novos textos para descrever sentimentos que alguém anteriormente já descreveu de forma perfeita..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrata isso esta letra... Cover dos Cradle Of Filth ilustra de forma perfeita o sentimento que esta musica transmite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall down... get up and fight!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Ri8x7q42FjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/n81fV1PFrCk/s1600-h/3rd+Millenium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Ri8x7q42FjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/n81fV1PFrCk/s320/3rd+Millenium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057315807755114034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Time to Cry (performed by Cradle of Filth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a feeling &lt;br /&gt;I get sometimes &lt;br /&gt;A feeling &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes &lt;br /&gt;And I get frightened &lt;br /&gt;Just like you &lt;br /&gt;I get frightened too &lt;br /&gt;But it's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no &lt;br /&gt;No time for heartache &lt;br /&gt;No, no, no &lt;br /&gt;No time to run and hide &lt;br /&gt;No, no, no &lt;br /&gt;No time for breaking down &lt;br /&gt;No, no, no &lt;br /&gt;No time to cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in the world as is you've &lt;br /&gt;Got to shake the hand that feeds you &lt;br /&gt;It's just like Adam says &lt;br /&gt;It's not so hard to understand &lt;br /&gt;It's just like always coming down on &lt;br /&gt;Just like Jesus never came and &lt;br /&gt;What did you expect to find &lt;br /&gt;It's just like always here again it's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no &lt;br /&gt;No time for heartache &lt;br /&gt;No, no, no &lt;br /&gt;No time to run and hide &lt;br /&gt;No, no, no &lt;br /&gt;No time for breaking down &lt;br /&gt;No, no, no &lt;br /&gt;No time to cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright &lt;br /&gt;Everything will turn out fine &lt;br /&gt;Some nights I still can't sleep &lt;br /&gt;And the voices pass with time &lt;br /&gt;And I keep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright &lt;br /&gt;Everything will turn out fine &lt;br /&gt;Some nights I still can't sleep &lt;br /&gt;And the voices pass with time &lt;br /&gt;And I keep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time for tears &lt;br /&gt;No time to run and hide &lt;br /&gt;No time to be afraid of fear &lt;br /&gt;I keep no time to cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no &lt;br /&gt;No time for heartache &lt;br /&gt;No, no, no &lt;br /&gt;No time to run and hide &lt;br /&gt;No, no, no &lt;br /&gt;No time for breaking down &lt;br /&gt;No, no, no &lt;br /&gt;No time to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-4892069759212522980?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4892069759212522980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=4892069759212522980' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/4892069759212522980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/4892069759212522980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-time-to-cry-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/Ri8x7q42FjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/n81fV1PFrCk/s72-c/3rd+Millenium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-112657346515842768</id><published>2005-09-13T01:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T02:29:40.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Parabéns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns neste dia tão feliz e no entanto, com uma carga triste tão presente... Parabéns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns... Parabéns... Parabéns... por muito que o repita continuo a contemplar a palavra e a sentir nada mais que o vazio... seria tão bonito conseguir pensar neste dia com alegria, talvez uma forma de minimizar o sentimento de ausência... mas não consigo... apenas penso "É o 1º aniversário que não estás presente"... e as lágrimas caem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como custa sentir que tive 23 aniversários para "gozar" a tua presença e é no 1º onde já não o posso fazer que sinto realmente a sorte que tive nos últimos 23 anos da tua vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns, mana... muitos parabéns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre contigo... para sempre!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/493/1600/red%20rose2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4332/493/320/red%20rose2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-112657346515842768?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/112657346515842768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=112657346515842768' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/112657346515842768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/112657346515842768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2005/09/parabns.html' title='Parabéns...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-111619282259168026</id><published>2005-05-15T22:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:33:42.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequena Oração</title><content type='html'>Sempre que passo pelos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a presença dos Deuses&lt;br /&gt;Sei que em qualquer coisa que faça&lt;br /&gt;Eles estão comigo&lt;br /&gt;E eu com eles;&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum demónio será recebido,&lt;br /&gt;Pois é a pureza que habita&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim e à minha volta.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo bem eu me empenho&lt;br /&gt;E pelo bem eu vivo.&lt;br /&gt;O Amor em todas as coisas&lt;br /&gt;Assim seja, para sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 'Rituais Mágicos com Velas' de Raymond Buckland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-111619282259168026?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/111619282259168026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=111619282259168026' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/111619282259168026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/111619282259168026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2005/05/pequena-orao.html' title='Pequena Oração'/><author><name>Wanda Schneider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09539516260656710903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-110394364817568053</id><published>2004-12-25T02:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-25T03:02:13.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Linda esta musica... e tão verdade... Impossible - Christina Aguilera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É tão verdade esta letra... por vezes as pessoas apenas se apercebem dessa veracidade tarde de mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to love you&lt;br /&gt;If you don't let me know what you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible for me to give you what you need&lt;br /&gt;If you're always hidin' from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I just, I wanna make it right&lt;br /&gt;Cos boy I'm sick and tired of trying to read your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's impossible for me to love you&lt;br /&gt;It's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;If you makin' it this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to make it easy&lt;br /&gt;If you always tryin' to make it so damn hard&lt;br /&gt;How can I, how can I give you all my love, baby&lt;br /&gt;If you're always, always puttin' up your guard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a circus&lt;br /&gt;Don't you play me for a clown&lt;br /&gt;How long can emotions keep on goin' up and down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's impossible for me to love you&lt;br /&gt;It's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;If you keep treating me this way&lt;br /&gt;Over, over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible baby&lt;br /&gt;If you makin' it this way, this way&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;If you makin' it this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-110394364817568053?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/110394364817568053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=110394364817568053' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/110394364817568053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/110394364817568053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2004/12/linda-esta-musica-e-to-verdade.html' title='Linda esta musica... e tão verdade... Impossible - Christina Aguilera'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-109935590631235759</id><published>2004-11-02T01:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-02T00:38:26.313Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Há alturas na vida que pensamos que nada pode piorar... que estamos na merda... e de repente a Vida surpreende-nos e demonstra que secalhar não estava assim tão mal... e piorar era possivel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós por vezes achamos que os nossos problemas são os maiores problemas do mundo... subitamente olhamos para o lado e sentimos "Afinal secalhar até tenho muita sorte...". É.. sentimos isso... mas há alturas em que, por mais insignificantes que saibamos que os nossos problemas são, não conseguimos deixar de senti-los como algo de doloroso e dificil de ultrapassar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... as coisas têm um sabor especial quando lutamos por elas... mesmo que seja contra tudo, contra todos... "...Graças a Deus"!? Fdx... não devo nada a esse "Sr"... se o devesse teria de o culpar também pelo que não tenho! E não o quero fazer... é demasiado fácil... "Se Deus quiser", "Graças a Deus",... porque é que temos de aceitar uma divida com alguem que não conhecemos quando podemos ser nós a conquistar a nossa vida!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro sofrer, rastejar, cair... para no fim, quando finalmente conseguir levantar-me sentir que não foi por dever algo a "Deus" mas sim por ter conseguido ultrapassar as dificuldades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pequeno desabafo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-109935590631235759?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/109935590631235759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=109935590631235759' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109935590631235759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109935590631235759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-109935423210654407</id><published>2004-11-01T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-02T00:10:32.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Message to God...</title><content type='html'>Encontrei numa letra dos "Royal Hunt" a descrição do que penso de "Deus"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who's watchin' over my shoulder - get a life!&lt;br /&gt;I see your arms are nailed to the cross, but your eyes are so alive.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you're lying but now it's turned around,&lt;br /&gt;So many hearts are dying - you let them down,&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't reach you, can't meet you,&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything I've got.&lt;br /&gt;You hear me, don't leave me,&lt;br /&gt;It's my message to you, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't see you, can't feel you,&lt;br /&gt;I've lost just everything I've got,&lt;br /&gt;Forget me, you've left me,&lt;br /&gt;It's my message to you, God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're busy burnin' witches the way we learned from you.&lt;br /&gt;We're good at killing creatures, so teach us something new, come on!&lt;br /&gt;One of your own creations is kind of hard to understand,&lt;br /&gt;You, freak of nature - just tell me why did you create us man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traces on the floor, I can't hear the door closing me.&lt;br /&gt;Right inside my dream, it's a sign from him - let me be.&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise through the dust - future is the past chasin' me.&lt;br /&gt;Shadows on the wall, voices down the halls calling me,&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-109935423210654407?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/109935423210654407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=109935423210654407' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109935423210654407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109935423210654407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2004/11/message-to-god.html' title='Message to God...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-109789590771999031</id><published>2004-10-16T03:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T04:05:07.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No time to cry</title><content type='html'>Mais uma vez um pequeno plagio... desta vez de um original escrito pelos "Sister of Mercy" com um cover excelente dos Cradle of Filth... Eu apaixonei-me pelo cover e acho q a letra se aplica em mto a Vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a feeling&lt;br /&gt;I get sometimes&lt;br /&gt;A feeling&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;And I get frightened&lt;br /&gt;Just like you&lt;br /&gt;I get frightened too&lt;br /&gt;But it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;No time for heartache&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;No time to run and hide&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;No time for breaking down&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;No time to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in the world as is you've&lt;br /&gt;Got to shake the hand that feeds you&lt;br /&gt;It's just like Adam says&lt;br /&gt;It's not so hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;It's just like always coming down on&lt;br /&gt;Just like Jesus never came and&lt;br /&gt;What did you expect to find&lt;br /&gt;It's just like always here again it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;No time for heartache&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;No time to run and hide&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;No time for breaking down&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;No time to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;Everything will turn out fine&lt;br /&gt;Some nights I still can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;And the voices pass with time&lt;br /&gt;And I keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;Everything will turn out fine&lt;br /&gt;Some nights I still can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;And the voices pass with time&lt;br /&gt;And I keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time for tears&lt;br /&gt;No time to run and hide&lt;br /&gt;No time to be afraid of fear&lt;br /&gt;I keep no time to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;No time for heartache&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;No time to run and hide&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;No time for breaking down&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;No time to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-109789590771999031?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/109789590771999031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=109789590771999031' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109789590771999031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109789590771999031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2004/10/no-time-to-cry.html' title='No time to cry'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-109645921441858040</id><published>2004-09-29T13:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T13:00:14.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pequeno poema...</title><content type='html'>"De tudo ficaram tres coisas:&lt;br /&gt;  A certeza de que estamos sempre começando...&lt;br /&gt;  A certeza de que é preciso continuar...&lt;br /&gt;  A certeza de que seremos interrompidos antes de terminar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Portanto, devemos:&lt;br /&gt;  Fazer da interrupção, um caminho novo...&lt;br /&gt;  Da queda, um passo de dança...&lt;br /&gt;  Do medo, uma escada...&lt;br /&gt;  Do sonho, uma ponte...&lt;br /&gt;  Da procura, um encontro..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (Fernando Pessoa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-109645921441858040?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/109645921441858040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=109645921441858040' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109645921441858040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109645921441858040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2004/09/um-pequeno-poema.html' title='Um pequeno poema...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-109491293209745758</id><published>2004-09-11T15:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T15:28:52.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Hidden</title><content type='html'>Por vezes lemos algo que pensamos "É mm isto...". Aconteceu-me isso com este texto da Danyela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's hard to keep hiding behind a smile or a peaceful expression when inside of yourself everything's wrong, confusing, hurting. You think that's the way it should be, to look strong, you think it's the only way out of this inner nightmare of yours, but only those who just want to look at you will be the only ones to think of you as a strong person, and from those who want to see you, to know you, to look in you, it will be completely impossible to hide your fears and the war that's happening inside of yourself. Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am kinda living this right now. And I'm getting to see that this crazy and continuous try to hide is in fact useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have suffered through a great part of my past, I have lived my own tragedies like everyone else, and standing here today, I find myself many times building a wall around me. I want to protect myself, I don't want any person to come near me until I let her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to tell any person many things about my life until I see that that person is good enough to know me, and be sure that I'll never be hurt by her. I used to give all of me to everyone that appeared to be nice and kind to me. But the most part of those people were not so good as I thought, and when I finally realised it, it was already late, I had been used or hurt, and those persons who I thought my friends just kept going on their way laughing at my ridiculous naive way of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself, this is not a big deal, there's children starving out there, there's sick people with a few months left to live. This is nothing beside many other problems. But before I go on, I must change this way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm always anxious to meet new people, but when I'm starting to talk to them, I usually just let them speak, and our only subject is what they choose to talk about. I guess people think i'm just shy. Yeah I'm a little, but the problem here is this wall around me. These persons usually give up on me, or just talk with me about the weather and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, curiously, there's these different kind of persons that start to talk about themselves without any problem, and after it they insist with me (peacefully of course) to talk and to show a little bit of myself too, but my fear only lets me talk about some things of me that I think that don't have any interest. And then those persons after listening with a lot of attention, start slowly to tell me how I am, what they think I am. And mostly they're right! " It's amazing" - i think to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again nobody has ever listened to these few words I have dared to let out so carefully. They did want to know me, they did want to see how I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I can't hide from these people for they're giving me a little bit of themselves just to know how I am. Then suddenly the wall becomes a wall of glass or a red and transparent veil from which I can't hide part of my soul and the rest of it I will only show if I want to. There's twoo little things here that are special to me: there's respect and freedom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danyela 28-08-04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-109491293209745758?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/10159050/' title='Almost Hidden'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/109491293209745758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=109491293209745758' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109491293209745758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109491293209745758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2004/09/almost-hidden.html' title='Almost Hidden'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-109441033390484394</id><published>2004-09-05T19:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T19:52:13.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por vezes encarar o fim de uma fase da nossa vida é uma decisão dificil... admitir que vai recomeçar todo o processo de aprendizagem e de evolução... admitir que não existe forma de evitar o término de uma parte, curta ou longa, da nossa "vida"... sempre decisões dificeis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Temos de encarar, de uma vez por todas, que a vida é feita de etapas! Quando uma é terminada outra é iniciada... nunca existe interrupção... por muito dificil que seja de reconhecer essa regra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Contudo o maior problema das etapas é a tendência que "nós" temos de nos agarrarmos a esperança que possa voltar atrás o processo e a fase que se aproxima de terminar se prolongue... Existem sempre os "Se" e os "Talvez" mas quase nunca estes interferem no "processo" de etapas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enfim, temos apenas de deixar a Vida seguir o seu curso e recordarmos uma frase: "Nada acontece ao acaso"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-109441033390484394?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/109441033390484394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=109441033390484394' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109441033390484394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109441033390484394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2004/09/let-it-go.html' title='Let it go...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-109435219411587240</id><published>2004-09-05T03:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T03:43:14.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry on...</title><content type='html'>Mudança... por vezes apenas o pensamento de mudar aterroriza... acabar definitivamente com uma rotina, com um habito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes encaramos o fim de uma fase da nossa vida como algo de "terminal", como algo de grave... e esquecemo-nos de pensar se realmente essa fase seria "assim" tao importante, se nos fará "assim" tanta falta... se será realmente significativa para a nossa vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A resposta a essa indagação? Não, não é importante nem significativa para a nossa existencia... apenas tem um significado imediato muitas das vezes... enfim, apenas devemos pensar em seguir em frente, sem cairmos no erro de ceder a tentação de parar para olhar para trás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-109435219411587240?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/109435219411587240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=109435219411587240' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109435219411587240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109435219411587240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2004/09/carry-on.html' title='Carry on...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-109102849796528838</id><published>2004-07-28T16:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T16:28:17.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento...</title><content type='html'>(…) ninguém é feliz porque encontrou a felicidade; as pessoas são felizes porque encontraram significado para sua existência. A felicidade não é um objectivo a ser perseguido, mas a consequência de uma vida com sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-109102849796528838?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/109102849796528838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=109102849796528838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109102849796528838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109102849796528838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2004/07/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-109098896977107562</id><published>2004-07-28T03:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T05:33:38.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not a test... this is reality!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hum... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro post, primeiro impacto na comunidade blogista... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes temos alguma dificuldade em expressar sentimentos, sensações, pensamentos por outro meio que não a escrita...&amp;nbsp;recorremos a escrita quando a fala nos falha... é o que me apetece fazer neste momento... escrever em vez de falar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que por vezes temos de sentir? Seria tão fácil passarmos pela Vida sem alguma vez termos sentido... mas também deixaria de ter significado tão vã existência... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://iceage.no.sapo.pt/dreams.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes sinto-me como na imagem... "acorrentado" a pensamentos, ideias, ideais, juizos... apenas com uma questão no pensamento... porque é que é tão errado "apenas" sentir? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Porque motivo não podemos entregarnos aos nossos sentimentos sem que sejamos julgados ou criticados pela nossa honestidade? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Fica em aberto o pensamento... e o post! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-109098896977107562?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/109098896977107562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=109098896977107562' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109098896977107562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109098896977107562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-is-not-test-this-is-reality.html' title='This is not a test... this is reality!!!'/><author><name>Deathmask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021634689174576861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-109098185725050187</id><published>2004-07-28T03:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T03:35:54.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olá!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Para um primeiro "Olá!" nada melhor que um tira de dois amigos inseparáveis :PPPP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/Rill/calvin.gif" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(qualquer semelhança com a realidade é pura coincidência... eeheheh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-109098185725050187?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/109098185725050187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=109098185725050187' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109098185725050187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109098185725050187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2004/07/ol.html' title='Olá!!!'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596692898065792503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jlC3w11vRjc/SWeCmwJwqEI/AAAAAAAAAac/D8sDCI6qLKQ/S220/snoopy37.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756802.post-109087555716421903</id><published>2004-07-26T21:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T21:59:17.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inicio de td...</title><content type='html'>E pronto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei de aderir a nova pancada... os blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De qq forma, neste momento não vou começar a "postar" os pensamentos e os sentimentos q atravessam a alma... etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas em breve... mi aguardi! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756802-109087555716421903?l=cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/feeds/109087555716421903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756802&amp;postID=109087555716421903' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109087555716421903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756802/posts/default/109087555716421903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhoamigo.blogspot.com/2004/07/inicio-de-td.html' title='Inicio de td...'/><author><name>Iceage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287906661740430471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_Jg4NMArSo/SUYWwYw-opI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jpjt2-dKIFU/S220/1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
