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href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/09/meia-noite-em-paris.html' title='Meia Noite em Paris'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aYP4RfN1NvU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-6396931539753598743</id><published>2011-08-06T16:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T16:55:05.231+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Adele - Someone Like You (Music Video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NAc83CF8Ejk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/il-NdjTtUAI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you’re settled down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Found a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Married now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That your dreams came true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess she gave you things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn’t give to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why you so shy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain’t like you to hold back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or hide from the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I couldn’t stay away I couldn’t fight it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hoped you’d see my face and be reminded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It isn’t over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll find someone like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish nothing but the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For you too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t forget me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I beg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll remember you still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know how the time flies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was the time of our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were born and bred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a summer haze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bound by the surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of our glory days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I couldn’t stay away I couldn’t fight it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hoped you’d see my face and be reminded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It isn’t over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll find someone like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish nothing but the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For you too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t forget me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I beg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll remember you still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing compares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No worries or cares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regrets and mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And memories made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who would have known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How bittersweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This would taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll find someone like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish nothing but the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For you too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t forget me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I beg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll remember you still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll find someone like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish nothing but the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For you too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t forget me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I beg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll remember you still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Someone Like You" de "Adele"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu ouvi dizer que você está estabilizado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que você encontrou uma garota e está casado agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu ouvi dizer que os seus sonhos se realizaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acho que ela lhe deu coisas que eu não dei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Velho amigo, porque você está tão tímido?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não é do seu feitio se refrear ou se esconder da luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu odeio aparecer do nada sem ser convidada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas eu não pude ficar longe, não consegui evitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu tinha esperança de que você veria meu rosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E que você se lembraria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De que pra mim não acabou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Refrão]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe para lá, eu vou achar alguém como você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não desejo nada além do melhor para você também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não se esqueça de mim, eu imploro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou lembrar de você dizer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Às vezes o amor dura, mas, às vezes, fere em vez disso"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Às vezes o amor dura, mas, às vezes, fere em vez disso, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você saberia como o tempo voa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ontem foi o momento de nossas vidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nós nascemos e fomos criados numa neblina de verão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unidos pela surpresa dos nossos dias de glória&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu odeio aparecer do nada sem ser convidada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas eu não pude ficar longe, não consegui evitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu esperava que você veria meu rosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E que você se lembraria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De que pra mim não acabou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Refrão]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada se compara, nenhuma preocupação ou cuidado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arrependimentos e erros, são feitos de memórias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem poderia ter adivinhado o gosto agridoce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que isso teria?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe para lá, eu vou achar alguém como você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não desejo nada além do melhor para você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não se esqueça de mim, eu imploro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou lembrar de você dizer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Às vezes o amor dura, mas, às vezes, fere em vez disso"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Refrão]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Às vezes o amor dura, mas, às vezes, fere em vez disso, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-6396931539753598743?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6396931539753598743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-4656491266415397842</id><published>2011-06-26T22:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T22:20:05.558+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Sean Riley &amp; The Slowriders - Silver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aDyzeaJlGKU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your hair is silver now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deep blue eyes prettier by the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too busy being young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I regret times spent far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll never leave again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We both learnt time keeps running away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I only had a wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd wish we hadn't learned the hardest way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I want is to make you feel loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all I care if it makes you feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All or nothing is all we ever had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now we know we can't stay forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life's not always fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yours was tough right from the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things I couldn't get when I was younger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now bleed my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'll never leave again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We both learnt time keeps running away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I only had a wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd wish we hadn't learned the hardest way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I want is to make you feel loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all I care if it makes you feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Causes all or nothing is all we ever had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now we know we can't stay forever, ever, ever, ever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever, forever, forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever, forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Silver" de "Sean Riley &amp;amp; The Slowriders"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-4656491266415397842?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4656491266415397842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=4656491266415397842' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4656491266415397842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4656491266415397842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/06/sean-riley-slowriders-silver.html' title='Sean Riley &amp; The Slowriders - Silver'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aDyzeaJlGKU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-1097450848609865493</id><published>2011-06-09T22:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:31:39.224+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silêncio das Palavras'/><title type='text'>São recordações...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Tenho uma vida feita de recordações e uma nostalgia acompanha os segundos dos meus dias. Custa-me por vezes quebrar este pedaço de mim e avançar voando até o infinito mas quando se dá a quebra um novo eu surge perante os demais e sonhando livremente faço o meu próprio caminho para espanto de muitos. A minha rebeldia fere muita gente ao primeiro impacto mas por dentro cativa mundos da mesma forma que sou cativado para mundos que desconhecia. No fim, volto sempre ao ponto de partida mas sempre com um sorriso que sai tão livre como nunca e com mais uma recordação que guardo em mim com todo o meu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-1097450848609865493?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1097450848609865493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=1097450848609865493' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1097450848609865493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1097450848609865493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/06/sao-recordacoes.html' title='São recordações...'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-3737529820401978186</id><published>2011-05-19T11:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T11:39:53.453+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Movimento 560... Em tempos de CRISE dê preferência ao produto Português</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em tempos de CRISE dê preferência ao produto Português.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Quer que aconteça um milagre económico no nosso país?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então deixe-se de seguir dissertações de economistas ao serviço de interesses, que não os nossos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não se deixe mais manipular pelo marketing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faça aquilo que os políticos, por razões óbvias, não lhe podem recomendar sequer, mas que individualmente você pode fazer: torne-se PROTECCIONISTA da nossa economia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para isso:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Experimente comprar preferencialmente produtos fabricados em Portugal. Experimente começar pelas idas ao supermercado (carnes, peixe, legumes, bebidas, conservas, leite Agros, Mimosa, Matinal, Vigôr, Gresso, preferencialmente, nacionais). Experimente trocar, temporariamente, a McDonald's, ou outra qualquer cadeia de fast food, pela tradicional tasca portuguesa. Experimente trocar a Coca Cola à refeição, por uma água, um refrigerante, ou uma cerveja sem álcool, fabricada em Portugal. Beba apenas vinho Português!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Adie por 6 meses a 1 ano todas as compras de produtos estrangeiros, que tenha planeado fazer, tais como automóveis, TV e outros electrodomésticos, produtos de luxo, telemóveis, roupa e calçado de marcas importadas, férias fora do país, etc., etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Leia com atenção e reencaminhe para que sejamos muitos a ter esta atitude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Portugal afundou, somos enxovalhados diariamente por considerações e comentários mais ou menos jocosos vindos de várias paragens, mas em particular dos países mais ricos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olham-nos como um fardo pesado incapaz de recuperar e de traçar um rumo de desenvolvimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora, mais do que lamentar a situação, cabe-nos dar a resposta ao mundo mostrando de que fibra somos feitos para podermos recuperar a nossa auto-estima e o nosso orgulho. Nós seremos capazes de ultrapassar esta situação difícil. Vamos certamente dar o nosso melhor para dar a volta por cima, mas há atitudes simples que podem fazer a diferença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O desafio é durante seis meses a um ano evitar comprar produtos fabricados fora de Portugal. Fazer o esforço, em cada acto de compra, de verificar as etiquetas de origem e rejeitar comprar o que não tenha sido produzido em Portugal, sempre que existir alternativa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desta forma, estaremos a substituir as importações que nos estão a arrastar para o fundo e apresentaremos resultados surpreendentes a nível de indicadores de crescimento económico e consequentemente de redução de desemprego. Há quem afirme que bastaria que, cada português, substituísse em somente 100 € mensais as compras de produtos importados, por produtos fabricados no país, para que o nosso problema de falta de crescimento económico ficasse resolvido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Representaria para a nossa indústria, só por si, um acréscimo superior a 12.000.000.000 de euros por ano, ou seja uma verba equivalente à da construção de um novo aeroporto de Lisboa e respectivas acessibilidades, a cada 3 meses!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este comportamento deve ser assumido como um acto de cidadania, como um acto de mobilização colectiva, por nós, e, como resposta aos povos do mundo que nos acham uns coitadinhos incapazes. Os nossos vizinhos Espanhóis há muitos anos que fazem isso. Quem já viajou com Espanhóis sabe que eles, começam logo por reservar e comprar as passagens, ou pacote, em agencia Espanhola, depois, se viajam de avião, fazem-no na Ibéria, pernoitam em hotéis de cadeias exclusivamente Espanholas (Meliá, Riu, Sana ou outras), desde que uma delas exista, e se encontrarem uma marca espanhola dum produto que precisem, é essa mesma que compram, sem sequer comparar o preço (por exemplo em Portugal só abastecem combustíveis Repsol, ou Cepsa). Mas, até mesmo as empresas se comportam de forma semelhante! As multinacionais Espanholas a operar em Portugal, com poucas excepções, obrigam os seus funcionários que se deslocam ao estrangeiro a seguir estas preferências e contratam preferencialmente outras empresas espanholas, quer sejam de segurança, transportes, montagens, industrias e duma forma geral de tudo o que precisem, que possam cá chegar com produto, ou serviço, a preço competitivo, vindo do outro lado da fronteira. São super proteccionistas da sua economia! Dão sempre a preferência a uma empresa ou produto Espanhol! Imitemo-los nós no futuro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passe este texto para todos os seus endereços para chegarmos a todos os portugueses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando a onda pegar, vamos safar-nos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Será um primeiro passo na direcção certa!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-3737529820401978186?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3737529820401978186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=3737529820401978186' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/3737529820401978186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/3737529820401978186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/05/movimento-560-em-tempos-de-crise-de.html' title='Movimento 560... Em tempos de CRISE dê preferência ao produto Português'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-5084038694705944201</id><published>2011-05-17T10:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T11:10:49.810+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Sonhar com...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Era uma vez um sonhador, um verdadeiro sonhador, um navegador de sonhos, que sonhava vezes sem conta sem nunca se ter perguntado o porquê dos seus sonhos, até o dia, em que em seu sonho um avião caiu. Intrigado com tal sonho, questionou o seu significado, e, decidiu sair à procura de um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possível&lt;/span&gt; significado que lhe pudesse acalmar a mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nos sonhos, o avião significa a distância, física ou psicológica, grandes percursos que percorreu ou terá que percorrer. Ao mesmo tempo, simboliza também a liberdade - mais certamente aquela que você deseja e não tem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Se sonha com um avião parado no solo, significa que não está a conseguir chegar onde pretende, no sentido dos objectivos que tem para si que falha em conseguir concretizar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Uma viagem de avião implica frequentemente notícias de familiares e amigos - a qualidade das notícias depende da qualidade da viagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Sonhar com um avião que cai ou tem um acidente pode significar desde o seu medo consciente ou inconsciente de voar (em vésperas de voos), mas também o facto de estar excessivamente optimista em relação à sua vida, devendo por isso ter presente que existem sempre imprevistos. Pode ser um prenúncio de más notícias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Informação retirada do site : &lt;a href="http://sonharcom.com/"&gt;http://sonharcom.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s. Más notícias??? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-5084038694705944201?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5084038694705944201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=5084038694705944201' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5084038694705944201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5084038694705944201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/05/sonhar-com.html' title='Sonhar com...'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-1823549587777812707</id><published>2011-04-14T11:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T12:05:40.375+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crónicas'/><title type='text'>Seremos uma Geração À Rasca?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seremos uma Geração À Rasca ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estamos em dificuldades, isso é inegável, mas penso que as dificuldades dos dias de hoje são comuns contratempos de qualquer geração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Todos temos direito a reclamar, faz parte da nossa liberdade, do nosso ser, e, ninguém nos pode retirar esse direito. No entanto, acredito que destas dificuldades terá que sair uma geração capaz de se adaptar às novas circunstâncias da vida e por isso fortalecida para o futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A seguir deixo um texto de Mia Couto que achei interessante:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Geração à Rasca - A Nossa Culpa - MIA COUTO"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um dia, isto tinha de acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Existe uma geração à rasca?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Existe mais do que uma! Certamente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Está à rasca a geração dos pais que educaram os seus meninos numa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;abastança caprichosa, protegendo-os de dificuldades e escondendo-lhes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as agruras da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Está à rasca a geração dos filhos que nunca foram ensinados a lidar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com frustrações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A ironia de tudo isto é que os jovens que agora se dizem (e também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estão) à rasca são os que mais tiveram tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca nenhuma geração foi, como esta, tão privilegiada na sua infância&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e na sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adolescência&lt;/span&gt;. E nunca a sociedade exigiu tão pouco aos seus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jovens como lhes tem sido exigido nos últimos anos.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deslumbradas com a melhoria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;significativa&lt;/span&gt; das condições de vida, a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;minha geração e as seguintes (actualmente entre os 30 e os 50 anos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vingaram-se das dificuldades em que foram criadas, no antes ou no pós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1974, e quiseram dar aos seus filhos o melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ansiosos por sublimar as suas próprias frustrações, os pais investiram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nos seus descendentes: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;proporcionaram&lt;/span&gt;-lhes os estudos que fazem deles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a geração mais qualificada de sempre (já lá vamos...), mas também lhes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deram uma vida desafogada, mimos e mordomias, entradas nos locais de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;diversão, cartas de condução e 1º automóvel, depósitos de combustível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cheios, dinheiro no bolso para que nada lhes faltasse. Mesmo quando as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;expectativas de primeiro emprego saíram goradas, a família continuou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;presente, a garantir aos filhos cama, mesa e roupa lavada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Durante anos, acreditaram estes pais e estas mães estar a fazer o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;melhor; o dinheiro ia chegando para comprar (quase) tudo, quantas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vezes em substituição de princípios e de uma educação para a qual não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;havia tempo, já que ele era todo para o trabalho, garante do ordenado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com que se compra (quase) tudo. E éramos (quase) todos felizes.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois, veio a crise, o aumento do custo de vida, o desemprego, ... A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vaquinha emagreceu, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;feneceu&lt;/span&gt;, secou.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foi então que os pais ficaram à rasca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os pais à rasca não vão a um concerto, mas os seus rebentos enchem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pavilhões Atlânticos e festivais de música e bares e discotecas onde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não se entra à borla nem se consome fiado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os pais à rasca deixaram de ir ao restaurante, para poderem continuar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a pagar restaurante aos filhos, num país onde  uma festa de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aniversário de adolescente que se preza é no restaurante e vedada a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;São pais que contam os cêntimos para pagar à rasca as contas da água e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;da luz e do resto, e que abdicam dos seus pequenos prazeres para que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;os filhos não prescindam da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; de banda larga a alta velocidade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nem dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;qualquercoisaphones&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pads&lt;/span&gt;, sempre de última geração.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;São estes pais mesmo à rasca, que já não aguentam, que começam a ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de dizer "não". É um "não" que nunca ensinaram os filhos a ouvir, e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que por isso eles não suportam, nem compreendem, porque eles têm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;direitos, porque eles têm necessidades, porque eles têm expectativas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque lhes disseram que eles são muito bons e eles querem, e querem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;querem o que já ninguém lhes pode dar!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sociedade colhe assim hoje os frutos do que semeou durante pelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;menos duas décadas.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eis agora uma geração de pais impotentes e frustrados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eis agora uma geração jovem altamente qualificada, que andou muito por&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;escolas e universidades mas que estudou pouco e que aprendeu e sabe na&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;proporção do que estudou. Uma geração que colecciona diplomas com que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o país lhes alimenta o ego insuflado, mas que são uma ilusão, pois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;correspondem&lt;/span&gt; a pouco conhecimento teórico e a duvidosa capacidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;operacional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eis uma geração que vai a toda a parte, mas que não sabe estar em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sítio nenhum. Uma geração que tem acesso a  informação sem que isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;signifique que é informada; uma geração dotada de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;trôpegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;competências de leitura e interpretação da realidade em que se insere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eis uma geração habituada a comunicar por abreviaturas e frustrada por&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não poder abreviar do mesmo modo o caminho para o sucesso. Uma geração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que deseja saltar as etapas da ascensão social à mesma velocidade que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;queimou etapas de crescimento. Uma geração que distingue mal a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;diferença entre emprego e trabalho, ambicionando mais aquele do que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;este, num tempo em que nem um nem outro abundam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eis uma geração que, de repente, se apercebeu que não manda no mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como mandou nos pais e que agora quer ditar regras à sociedade como as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;foi ditando à escola, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alarvemente&lt;/span&gt; e sem maneiras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eis uma geração tão habituada ao muito e ao supérfluo que o pouco não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lhe chega e o acessório se lhe tornou indispensável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eis uma geração consumista, insaciável e completamente desorientada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eis uma geração &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;preparadinha&lt;/span&gt; para ser arrastada, para servir de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;montada a quem é exímio na arte de cavalgar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;demagogicamente&lt;/span&gt; sobre o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desespero alheio.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há talento e cultura e capacidade e competência e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;solidariedade&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;inteligência&lt;/span&gt; nesta geração?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Claro que há. Conheço uns bons e valentes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;punhados&lt;/span&gt; de exemplos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os jovens que detêm estas capacidades-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;características&lt;/span&gt; não encaixam no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;retrato colectivo, pouco se identificam com os seus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;contemporâneos&lt;/span&gt;, e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nem  são esses que se queixam assim (embora estejam à rasca, como&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;todos nós).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chego a ter a impressão de que, se alguns jovens mais inflamados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pudessem, atirariam ao tapete os seus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;contemporâneos&lt;/span&gt; que trabalham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bem, os que são empreendedores, os que conseguem bons resultados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;académicos, porque, que inveja!, que chatice!, são &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;betinhos&lt;/span&gt;, cromos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que só estorvam os outros (como se viu no último Prós e Contras) e,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh, injustiça!, já estão a ser capazes de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;abarbatar&lt;/span&gt; bons ordenados e a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;subir na vida.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E nós, os mais velhos, estaremos em vias de ser caçados à entrada dos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nossos locais de trabalho, para deixarmos livres os invejados lugares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a que alguns acham ter direito e que pelos vistos - e a acreditar no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que ultimamente ouvimos de algumas almas - ocupamos injusta, imerecida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e indevidamente?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-1823549587777812707?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1823549587777812707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=1823549587777812707' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1823549587777812707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1823549587777812707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/04/seremos-uma-geracao-rasca.html' title='Seremos uma Geração À Rasca?'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-1868409126875484422</id><published>2011-04-12T22:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:44:14.755+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Porto Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/21698583?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;autoplay=1" width="398" height="224" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-1868409126875484422?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1868409126875484422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=1868409126875484422' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1868409126875484422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1868409126875484422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2011/04/porto-portugal.html' title='Porto Portugal'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-3048040166828287607</id><published>2011-03-19T21:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:35:21.094Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>No país dos sabores coloridos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKrGXAWCips/TYUhjJ79l_I/AAAAAAAAAeM/WOOxg5N9bXk/s1600/Bruno_Deserto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i_2U5vHmyW8/TVkdnIDfedI/AAAAAAAAAeE/DWKzLjlhrwI/s400/cisne_preto.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573518571861932498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Era um dos filmes mais aguardados do ano e na verdade "Cisne Preto" ou "Black Swan" foi uma agradável surpresa. Com uma boa realização brilhante e um desempenho notável de Natalie Portman este thriller psicológico ocorrido no mundo do ballet é um dos melhores filmes do ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Avaliação Bruno Coelho : 5 estrelas (Recomendo a todos os que gostam de um bom Thriller Psicológicos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinopse :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A primeira bailarina da companhia Beth MacIntire está para se aposentar. Com isso Nina se torna a primeira bailarina, mas o problema é que ela possui muitos problemas pessoais, o maior dele é com a sua mãe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pressionada pelo director artístico Thomas Leroy, Nina começa a enxercar uma concorrência com sua colega Lilly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elenco :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Portman – Nina Sayers&lt;br /&gt;Vicent Cassel – Thomas Leroy&lt;br /&gt;Mila Kunis – Lilly&lt;br /&gt;Babara Hershey – Erica Sayers&lt;br /&gt;Winoma Ryder – Bath MacIntyre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realização : Darren Aronofsky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.traileraddict.com/emd/26070" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="450" height="237" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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distribuído gratuitamente pela Optimus Discos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/47iOUCQF4nQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p id="eow-description" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Quando o dia entardeceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;E o teu corpo tocou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Num recanto do meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Uma dança acordou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;E o sol apareceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;De gigante ficou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Num instante apagou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;O sereno do céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;E a calma a aguardar lugar em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;O desejo a contar segundo o fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;Foi num ar que te deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;E o teu canto mudou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;E o teu corpo do meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;Uma trança arrancou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;O sangue arrefeceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;E o meu pé aterrou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;Minha voz sussurrou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;O meu sonho morreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;Dá-me o mar, o meu rio, minha calçada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;Dá-me o quarto vazio da minha casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;Vou deixar-te no fio da tua fala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;Sobre a pele que há em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;Tu não sabes nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;"A pele que há em mim"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Márcia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="watch-description-extras" style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-4149157598777375003</id><published>2010-11-05T10:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-05T10:15:10.820Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Creep - "Scala &amp; Kolacny Brothers" Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/evG2DDmSdxM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-4149157598777375003?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-2191335644960065645</id><published>2010-11-02T11:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:25:33.703Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>BTT - Lordelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KVS3vCkgSrE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-2191335644960065645?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-1950542314127505210</id><published>2010-10-29T18:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T18:24:40.780+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Brandon Flowers - Crossfire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AhU12zC8fc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There’s a still in the street outside your window&lt;br /&gt;You’re keepin’ secrets on your pillow&lt;br /&gt;Let me inside, no cause for alarm&lt;br /&gt;I promise tonight not to do no harm&lt;br /&gt;I promise you baby,I won't be no harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're caught up in the crossfire&lt;br /&gt;A heaven and hell&lt;br /&gt;And were searching for shelter&lt;br /&gt;Lay your body down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching your dress as you turn down the light&lt;br /&gt;I forget all about the storm outside&lt;br /&gt;Dark clouds roll their way over town&lt;br /&gt;Heartache and pain came pouring down like&lt;br /&gt;Chaos in the rain, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're handing it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're caught up in the crossfire&lt;br /&gt;Heaven and hell&lt;br /&gt;And were searching for shelter&lt;br /&gt;Lay your body down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell the devil that he can go back from where he came&lt;br /&gt;His fire he airs all through their beating vein.&lt;br /&gt;And when the hardest part is over we'll be here&lt;br /&gt;And our dreams will break the boundaries of our fears&lt;br /&gt;Boundaries of our fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay your body down(6x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Crossfire"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brandon Flowers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-1950542314127505210?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1950542314127505210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=1950542314127505210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1950542314127505210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1950542314127505210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/10/brandon-flowers-crossfire.html' title='Brandon Flowers - Crossfire'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-5649416844637694452</id><published>2010-10-27T15:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:27:31.316Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro'/><title type='text'>O Português Voador</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TMgx9-QOSxI/AAAAAAAAAds/6s-Di_vTKrY/s1600/cartaz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TMgx9-QOSxI/AAAAAAAAAds/6s-Di_vTKrY/s400/cartaz2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532727082977479442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“O Português Voador” (Uma peça de Teatro que conta a vida do ciclista Lordelense Ribeiro da Silva), é um projecto realizado pela Astrofingido, com o apoio da Fundação A LORD e da Direcção Geral das Artes Ministério da Cultura. A peça estará em exibição nos dias 22-23 e 29-30 de Outubro pelas 21H30M no Auditório da Fundação ALORD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bilhetes à venda na Fundação A LORD, ao preço de 3,5 Euros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ficha artística:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto e encenação: Fernando Moreira&lt;br /&gt;Assistência de encenação: Ângela Marques&lt;br /&gt;Cenografia: Emanuel Santos&lt;br /&gt;Figurinos: Marita Setas Ferro&lt;br /&gt;Música original : Carlos Adolfo – com a participação de elementos da Banda Filarmónica da Associação Recreativa e Musical de Vilela&lt;br /&gt;Movimento: Anabela Nóbrega&lt;br /&gt;Luz: Wilma Moutinho&lt;br /&gt;Design gráfico: Teresa Folha&lt;br /&gt;Elenco: Anabela Nóbrega, Cristóvão Carvalheiro, Tiago Lourenço, Rúben Andrade e 22 actores actores amadores&lt;br /&gt;Produção: Astro Fingido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A não perder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu lá estarei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-5649416844637694452?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5649416844637694452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=5649416844637694452' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5649416844637694452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5649416844637694452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-portugues-voador.html' title='O Português Voador'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TMgx9-QOSxI/AAAAAAAAAds/6s-Di_vTKrY/s72-c/cartaz2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-1251906325768419625</id><published>2010-10-27T14:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:27:52.669Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Scarlett Johansson - Falling Down (Video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/USiLOQFW3X4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-1251906325768419625?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1251906325768419625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=1251906325768419625' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1251906325768419625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1251906325768419625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/10/scarlett-johansson-falling-down-video.html' title='Scarlett Johansson - Falling Down (Video)'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-5528831356867630452</id><published>2010-09-15T09:56:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T10:23:52.746+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>BTT - Época 2010/2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TJCKoR1GCdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/LbL5qzystUw/s1600/12092010032_facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TJCKoR1GCdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/LbL5qzystUw/s400/12092010032_facebook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517061968114354642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem que se pode dizer que começou a época para os verdadeiros &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Betêtistas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de uma prova tranquila no passeio da Rota das Cebolas em Castelo da Maia seguem-se o 2º passeio de Figueiró e a Meia-Maratona de Póvoa de Varzim. Em análise está a minha participação na Meia-Maratona de Valongo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Época de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BTT&lt;/span&gt; 2010/2011 :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12 de Setembro - &lt;a href="http://cebolas.bravebikers.com/"&gt;4º Passeio Rota das Cebolas&lt;/a&gt; (Castelo da Maia - Maia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;19 de Setembro - &lt;a href="http://btt-rodastortas.blogspot.com/"&gt;2º Passeio Rodas Tortas / Ficas&lt;/a&gt; (Figueiró - Paços de Ferreira)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;09 de Outubro - &lt;a href="http://www.school-eventos.com/maratona/"&gt;4ª Maratona de Póvoa de Varzim&lt;/a&gt; (Póvoa de Varzim)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;17 de Outubro - &lt;a href="http://www.clubebttvalongo.pt/"&gt;2ª Maratona &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BTT&lt;/span&gt; Valongo&lt;/a&gt; (Valongo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-5528831356867630452?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5528831356867630452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=5528831356867630452' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5528831356867630452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5528831356867630452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/09/btt-rota-das-cebolas.html' title='BTT - Época 2010/2011'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TJCKoR1GCdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/LbL5qzystUw/s72-c/12092010032_facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-1334979324644826777</id><published>2010-08-04T16:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T16:47:09.711+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Um adeus sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sooner or later in life the things you love you lose..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um adeus sentido para a minha querida Avó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obrigado por tudo que foste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-1334979324644826777?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1334979324644826777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=1334979324644826777' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1334979324644826777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1334979324644826777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/08/um-adeus-sentido.html' title='Um adeus sentido'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-4372813841129036179</id><published>2010-07-30T16:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T16:41:36.963+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><title type='text'>Luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TFLw5wMCcEI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/U6WSp1SsVlA/s1600/Barcelona_271_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TFLw5wMCcEI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/U6WSp1SsVlA/s400/Barcelona_271_blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499722969951400002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fotografia do candeeiro de uma das salas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; da casa Batlló em Barcelona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-4372813841129036179?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4372813841129036179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=4372813841129036179' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4372813841129036179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4372813841129036179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/luz.html' title='Luz'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TFLw5wMCcEI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/U6WSp1SsVlA/s72-c/Barcelona_271_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-8356162849381423243</id><published>2010-07-23T10:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T12:09:08.639+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Séries'/><title type='text'>Goldfrapp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há algo no som dos Golfrapp que me faz vibrar intensamente, que me retira o sério agarrado da face e coloca-me no modo divertido e animado (se isso é possivel lol). Não sei bem o que será ao certo mas há algo na voz de Alison e no ritmo das suas músicas que me acordam e fazem com que viva o momento com paixão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interessante saber é que ouvi pela primeira vez Golfrapp num episódio que ainda hoje recordo de uma série que costumava ver e que passava na RTP2 "The L Word", apesar desta série, talvez devido ao conteúdo polémico, dar às tantas da noite quando meio mundo já dormia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cE8zBOsLU-w&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cE8zBOsLU-w&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discografia dos Golfrapp :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Felt Mountain (2000)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black Cherry (2003)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supernature (2005)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seventh Tree (2008)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Head First (2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aqui deixo um pouco do som dos Golfrapp. Embora goste do todo o seu portefólio em geral decidi escolher duas músicas do CD "Supernature" para colocar aqui no blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BuJaoVfUihA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BuJaoVfUihA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y8Qw8gN4uag&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y8Qw8gN4uag&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now take me dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the Disco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where you buy your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Winniebago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna ride on a white horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to ride on a white horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the light turns into darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will he turn up to explain us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna ride on a white horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to ride on a white horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lend me a whole new world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feel life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When is there ever sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the whirlpool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll go deeper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this world that's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting cheaper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna ride on a white horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to ride on a white horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the disco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want blisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're my leader&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna ride on a white horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to ride on a white horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I love this feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feels like forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I love this feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feels like real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ride a White Horse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goldfrapp&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-8356162849381423243?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8356162849381423243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=8356162849381423243' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8356162849381423243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8356162849381423243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/goldfrapp.html' title='Goldfrapp'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-4903700694915710763</id><published>2010-07-14T16:32:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T16:44:12.732+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Morrer em Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TD3YWo9pMxI/AAAAAAAAAdI/E07o3XXn5WU/s1600/leaving_las_vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TD3YWo9pMxI/AAAAAAAAAdI/E07o3XXn5WU/s400/leaving_las_vegas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493785003926565650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Numa das minhas últimas divagações pela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Worten&lt;/span&gt; encontrei o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; "Morrer em Las &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vegas&lt;/span&gt;" ou no seu titulo original "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Leaving&lt;/span&gt; Las &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vegas&lt;/span&gt;" a preço de saldo. Sendo eu um apaixonado por cinema e sendo este um dos filmes que mais me marcou no passado (está inclusive no meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;top&lt;/span&gt;-10 de filmes favoritos) decidi imediatamente comprar a pechincha e assim o serão de Sexta-Feira à noite foi enriquecido por este filme. Com saudade devorei o filme e deixo aqui a minha recomendação para quem ainda não o viu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não há final feliz nem milagres de última hora, apenas a pura realidade ilustrada num retrato violentado pelo vicio insaciável da bebida. "Morrer em Las &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Vegas&lt;/span&gt;" mostra-nos o mundo de um homem (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sanderson&lt;/span&gt; interpretado por Nicolas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cage&lt;/span&gt;) que se desligou da vida e que busca no álcool a forma mais simples de morrer. No caminho decadente para a sua morte encontra a companhia de uma prostituta de luxo (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sera&lt;/span&gt; interpretado por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Elisabeth&lt;/span&gt; Sue) que o ampara nos momentos difíceis e juntos vivem o amor possível embora conscientes que o destino de ambos estava traçado à muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-4903700694915710763?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4903700694915710763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=4903700694915710763' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-8016171701432259213</id><published>2010-07-13T15:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T15:33:06.940+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silêncio das Palavras'/><title type='text'>Nunca é tarde para viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sooner or later in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the things you love most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you loose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we need to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so we can live it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the end...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais cedo ou mais tarde na vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as coisas que mais amas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tu perdes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;precisamos de acreditar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para as conseguirmos viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;até ao fim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bruno Coelho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-8016171701432259213?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8016171701432259213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=8016171701432259213' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8016171701432259213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8016171701432259213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/nunca-e-tarde-para-viver.html' title='Nunca é tarde para viver'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-8862783035210126276</id><published>2010-07-07T17:40:00.042+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T11:13:24.931+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Diante do olhar uma cidade de cores vivas e de uma arquitectura muito própria onde os traços de Antoni Gaudí rasgam por completo a monotonia das cidades comuns inspirando qualquer um que por suas obras se cruze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aqui fica em fotografia toda uma história da nossa viagem a Barcelona...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Torre Agbar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS4Nufy8II/AAAAAAAAAdA/ANqsi1hsLLU/s1600/Barcelona+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS4Nufy8II/AAAAAAAAAdA/ANqsi1hsLLU/s400/Barcelona+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491216391630680194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barceloneta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS4LVsAQ4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/oEwxTojkFDk/s1600/Barcelona+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS4LVsAQ4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/oEwxTojkFDk/s400/Barcelona+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491216350611260290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La Pedrera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS4IAsIbSI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ujZLN9sW8JA/s1600/Barcelona+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS4IAsIbSI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ujZLN9sW8JA/s400/Barcelona+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491216293435043106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La Sagrada Familia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS4FIuw_rI/AAAAAAAAAco/8oHyAEGhzwc/s1600/Barcelona+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS4FIuw_rI/AAAAAAAAAco/8oHyAEGhzwc/s400/Barcelona+088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491216244053966514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS4B4cMKiI/AAAAAAAAAcg/2KWVuAuBNZA/s1600/Barcelona+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS4B4cMKiI/AAAAAAAAAcg/2KWVuAuBNZA/s400/Barcelona+035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491216188141480482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3-Wl09AI/AAAAAAAAAcY/LgbX5cwQ9sY/s1600/Barcelona+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3-Wl09AI/AAAAAAAAAcY/LgbX5cwQ9sY/s400/Barcelona+036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491216127515489282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bairro Gòtic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS34r4Kb-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/W26oS4jErSM/s1600/Barcelona+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS34r4Kb-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/W26oS4jErSM/s400/Barcelona+051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491216030150324194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parc Güell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3ujf7wgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/CJ3xEEdko74/s1600/Barcelona+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3ujf7wgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/CJ3xEEdko74/s400/Barcelona+105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491215856102523394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3oiPJ3qI/AAAAAAAAAbw/FSGRSvM6G8Q/s1600/Barcelona+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3oiPJ3qI/AAAAAAAAAbw/FSGRSvM6G8Q/s400/Barcelona+156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491215752684494498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3lxuCVjI/AAAAAAAAAbo/W-dGWuYsrzM/s1600/Barcelona+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3lxuCVjI/AAAAAAAAAbo/W-dGWuYsrzM/s400/Barcelona+159.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491215705300948530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3izstULI/AAAAAAAAAbg/TYqAlQcvznM/s1600/Barcelona+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3izstULI/AAAAAAAAAbg/TYqAlQcvznM/s400/Barcelona+161.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491215654292639922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3gbXU9jI/AAAAAAAAAbY/qtxK9TV2pv8/s1600/Barcelona+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3gbXU9jI/AAAAAAAAAbY/qtxK9TV2pv8/s400/Barcelona+163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491215613400774194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3ZIgDanI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/pkcspy85uJY/s1600/Barcelona+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3ZIgDanI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/pkcspy85uJY/s400/Barcelona+165.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491215488078015090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3WkNtL8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/YzDiKt344Io/s1600/Barcelona+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3WkNtL8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/YzDiKt344Io/s400/Barcelona+172.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491215443977646018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3UHMBLQI/AAAAAAAAAbA/uNc7xafBfiI/s1600/Barcelona+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3UHMBLQI/AAAAAAAAAbA/uNc7xafBfiI/s400/Barcelona+175.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491215401826200834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3PyHdr1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/VoaXrXzNyoA/s1600/Barcelona+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3PyHdr1I/AAAAAAAAAa4/VoaXrXzNyoA/s400/Barcelona+193.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491215327450476370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3K1p0OSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/sHsKS61cp7c/s1600/Barcelona+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3K1p0OSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/sHsKS61cp7c/s400/Barcelona+194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491215242500520226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La Pedrera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3IlIZC5I/AAAAAAAAAao/0aHeWlS5NQk/s1600/Barcelona+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3IlIZC5I/AAAAAAAAAao/0aHeWlS5NQk/s400/Barcelona+224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491215203705621394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Casa Batllò&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3F52696I/AAAAAAAAAag/80gAgvHZRfs/s1600/Barcelona+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3F52696I/AAAAAAAAAag/80gAgvHZRfs/s400/Barcelona+239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491215157729884066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3DMLz-NI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mNCYqlIO9SM/s1600/Barcelona+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3DMLz-NI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mNCYqlIO9SM/s400/Barcelona+248.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491215111109736658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3AiPJVdI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/dit6jbccR14/s1600/Barcelona+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS3AiPJVdI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/dit6jbccR14/s400/Barcelona+251.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491215065489692114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2-JYqm3I/AAAAAAAAAaI/019IqiIy6J0/s1600/Barcelona+254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2-JYqm3I/AAAAAAAAAaI/019IqiIy6J0/s400/Barcelona+254.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491215024458996594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS27iNbFgI/AAAAAAAAAaA/a9wraeJS_V4/s1600/Barcelona+269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS27iNbFgI/AAAAAAAAAaA/a9wraeJS_V4/s400/Barcelona+269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491214979583120898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS23upyG_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2X093oAzGic/s1600/Barcelona+319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS23upyG_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2X093oAzGic/s400/Barcelona+319.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491214914203818994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS21FeHX8I/AAAAAAAAAZw/wHi_n4TgJzE/s1600/Barcelona+399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS21FeHX8I/AAAAAAAAAZw/wHi_n4TgJzE/s400/Barcelona+399.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491214868789288898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monte Montjuic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2ysYfAxI/AAAAAAAAAZo/r1z4QYSE3f4/s1600/Barcelona+467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2ysYfAxI/AAAAAAAAAZo/r1z4QYSE3f4/s400/Barcelona+467.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491214827695047442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2v7mm8-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/C3Svfn-Ivvs/s1600/Barcelona+484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2v7mm8-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/C3Svfn-Ivvs/s400/Barcelona+484.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491214780241212386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2s0OPuVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/1Myatgm5phw/s1600/Barcelona+522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2s0OPuVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/1Myatgm5phw/s400/Barcelona+522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491214726720371026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2o3XZvdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/L3SjmCP7S2s/s1600/Barcelona+530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2o3XZvdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/L3SjmCP7S2s/s400/Barcelona+530.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491214658844605906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2hMaxJQI/AAAAAAAAAZA/kcdZ1kOrZBw/s1600/Barcelona+539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2hMaxJQI/AAAAAAAAAZA/kcdZ1kOrZBw/s400/Barcelona+539.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491214527056913666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2d4_ds6I/AAAAAAAAAY4/mhMFzjeqhoY/s1600/Barcelona+560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2d4_ds6I/AAAAAAAAAY4/mhMFzjeqhoY/s400/Barcelona+560.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491214470302512034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2aEca82I/AAAAAAAAAYw/yxetX0hrJk8/s1600/Barcelona+565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2aEca82I/AAAAAAAAAYw/yxetX0hrJk8/s400/Barcelona+565.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491214404657279842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2V9jZDkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/58vemXwd3iU/s1600/Barcelona+583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2V9jZDkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/58vemXwd3iU/s400/Barcelona+583.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491214334087990850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2QZT4ZDI/AAAAAAAAAYg/LfX1v4m9bUY/s1600/Barcelona+589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS2QZT4ZDI/AAAAAAAAAYg/LfX1v4m9bUY/s400/Barcelona+589.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491214238459913266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Resta-me apenas dizer que adorei conhecer Barcelona. Ora pela sua arquitectura, pelos monomentos de Antoni Gaudí, ou simplesmente pela praia. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-8862783035210126276?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8862783035210126276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=8862783035210126276' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8862783035210126276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8862783035210126276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/07/barcelona.html' title='Barcelona'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TDS4Nufy8II/AAAAAAAAAdA/ANqsi1hsLLU/s72-c/Barcelona+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-4419920251279848172</id><published>2010-06-29T14:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:54:40.773+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><title type='text'>Art in Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TCn34xvsLDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/--lJ_r6Z3sQ/s1600/IMG_5473_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TCn34xvsLDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/--lJ_r6Z3sQ/s400/IMG_5473_blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488190175725759538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Envolto de uma luz forte de Verão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cubro-me de sombras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que iludem o olhar dos distraídos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-4419920251279848172?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/TCn34xvsLDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/--lJ_r6Z3sQ/s72-c/IMG_5473_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-3774354310932275736</id><published>2010-05-11T15:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:15:11.740+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Parabéns Benfica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comentários para quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Benfica campeão de Portugal 2009-2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parabéns ao Benfica e a todos os Benfiquistas como eu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;o) eheh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S-lkxzqE-yI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9HRhyz9PshU/s1600/benfica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S-lkxzqE-yI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9HRhyz9PshU/s400/benfica.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470014029261241122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou do Benfica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isso me envaidece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho a genica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que a qualquer engrandece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou de um clube lutador&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que na luta com fervor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca encontrou rival&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neste nosso Portugal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser benfiquista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é ter na alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A chama imensa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que nos conquista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E leva à palma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A luz intensa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do Sol que lá no céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Risonho vem beijar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com orgulho muito seu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As camisolas berrantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que nos campos a vibrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;São papoilas saltitantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hino do Benfica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Letra: Paulo Gomes Júnior&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Intérprete: Luís Piçarra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-3774354310932275736?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3774354310932275736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=3774354310932275736' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/3774354310932275736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Kiss me, oh kiss me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kiss me, oh kiss me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will that make things right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Retirado de :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kiss Me, Oh Kiss Me"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;de "David Fonseca"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-3048712096663781929?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3048712096663781929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-7563393773446277773</id><published>2010-05-10T14:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:41:13.203+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Show Girl - Blind Zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/95sxc0J_NEo&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/95sxc0J_NEo&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="540" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-7563393773446277773?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7563393773446277773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=7563393773446277773' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7563393773446277773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7563393773446277773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/05/show-girl-blind-zero.html' title='Show Girl - Blind Zero'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-256301619505291795</id><published>2010-05-07T17:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T17:53:36.565+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><title type='text'>Walking to the Light as a Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S-RESQWFeCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/k16i1hrZzP4/s1600/Lisboa+321_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S-RESQWFeCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/k16i1hrZzP4/s400/Lisboa+321_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468570927950559266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caminhar para a luz como um sonho...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-256301619505291795?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/256301619505291795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=256301619505291795' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-6214316046156238898</id><published>2010-05-05T17:03:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T17:39:46.171+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Sky and Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="540"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1H5loYi6wVc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1H5loYi6wVc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="540" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Song Words by Artist / Band : Paul &amp;amp; Fritz Kalkbrenner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lyrics Title : Sky and Sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Available on Album : The Hymn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Released : 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Music Genre : electronic music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night time when the world is at its rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will find me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the place I know the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dancin shoutin. Flying to the moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dont have to worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause Ill be come back soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we build up castles in the skys and in the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Design our own world aint nobody understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found myself alive in the palm of your hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As long as we are flyin all this world is aint got no end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All this world aint got no end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the daytime you will find me by your side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to do my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to make things right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it all turns wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is no flow but mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it wont hit hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You let me shine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we build a castle in the skys and in the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Design a own world aint nobody understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found myself alive in the palm of your hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As long as we are flying all this world is aint got no end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All this world is got no end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we build up castles in the skys and in the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Design our own world aint nobody understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found myself alive in the palm of your hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As long as we are flyin all this world is aint got no end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All this world aint got no end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-6214316046156238898?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6214316046156238898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=6214316046156238898' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/6214316046156238898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/6214316046156238898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/05/sky-and-sand.html' title='Sky and Sand'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-7073367372644811480</id><published>2010-05-05T16:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:17:29.807+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>We Are The People - Empire of the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DL_W8zOPXLg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DL_W8zOPXLg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song Words by Artist / Band : Empire of The Sun&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics Title : We Are The People&lt;br /&gt;Available on Album : Walking on a Dream&lt;br /&gt;Released : 20 September 2008&lt;br /&gt;Music Genre : electronic music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can remember swimming in December,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heading for the city lights, in 1975&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We share in each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nearer than father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The scent of a lemon, drips from your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are the people that rule the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A force running in every boy and girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All rejoicing in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We lived an adventure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love in the Summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Followed the sun till night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reminiscing other times of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For each every other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The feeling was stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The shock hit eleven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got lost in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can’t do well when I think you’re gonna leave me, but I know I try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you gonna leave me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can’t you be believing now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(repeat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you remember and humanize,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was still where we’d energized,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lie in the sand and visualize like its 75 again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are the people that rule the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A force running in every boy and girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All rejoicing in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can’t do well when I think you’re gonna leave me, but I know I try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you gonna leave me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can’t you be believing now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(repeat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know everything about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know everything about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Know everything about us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(repeat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can’t do well when I think you’re gonna leave me, but I know I try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you gonna leave me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can’t you be believing now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(repeat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-7073367372644811480?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7073367372644811480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=7073367372644811480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7073367372644811480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7073367372644811480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-are-people-empire-of-sun.html' title='We Are The People - Empire of the Sun'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-145771005918872560</id><published>2010-05-04T10:38:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T11:03:25.658+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silêncio das Palavras'/><title type='text'>Ilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9_wB-hn1gI/AAAAAAAAAXw/60INEUg6PHs/s1600/Lisboa+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9_wB-hn1gI/AAAAAAAAAXw/60INEUg6PHs/s400/Lisboa+020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467352389405627906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não posso esquecer que sem fim me dou e é de todo verosímil a loucura do meu ser mas que posso eu fazer se na mentira faço os sonhos que me fazem sorrir. Sou quem dizeis quem sou mas na vontade do ser sou apenas mais um vagabundo sem hora e lugar marcado. Acabo sempre nestes recantos e nas sombras de uma vida que nos marca sem cessar. Fico-me pelos pensamentos e às memórias me deixo aquando te afastas de mim. Acabo derrotado, talvez envergonhado, mas na arrogância pura e máscula liberto-me para morrer. E, é assim que por vezes me perco na tua ausência porque é sabido que do tempo apenas a saudade se lembra e nada pode sossegar a alma no exacto momento em que a ausência nos percorre o corpo em dor. A verdade é que a saudade pesa-me demais e as memórias queridas compiladas em nossa mente vão-se encurtando por entre o abrir e fechar de olhos. Adormeço vezes demais a pensar em ti mas outras tantas vezes acordo derrotado pela distância. Resta-me calar ou lutar porque já não consigo esconder a vontade de te ver ora porque a ansiedade se apodera de mim a toda a força ora porque o pânico me conquista no passar das ideias moribundas. Seja como for, só queria que o mundo soubesse que por vezes trago em mim o sabor da ilusão e que no toque dos lábios amar é fácil mas é na essência do silêncio que os olhos se tornam duros e uma outra realidade se descobre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-145771005918872560?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/145771005918872560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=145771005918872560' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/145771005918872560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/145771005918872560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-posso-esquecer-que-sem-fim-me-dou-e.html' title='Ilusão'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9_wB-hn1gI/AAAAAAAAAXw/60INEUg6PHs/s72-c/Lisboa+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-4501079642712037241</id><published>2010-05-03T11:25:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:32:09.706+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Queima das Fitas Porto 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Aí está mais uma Queima das Fitas do Porto para animar a malta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Terça e Quinta-Feira lá estarei. ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S96lPAtRfCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-TIiVXnXFDk/s1600/cartazNoitesqueima2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S96lPAtRfCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-TIiVXnXFDk/s400/cartazNoitesqueima2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466988674980871202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S96lMeTc1LI/AAAAAAAAAWw/pzbj4zhLqiQ/s1600/espacomundos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S96lMeTc1LI/AAAAAAAAAWw/pzbj4zhLqiQ/s400/espacomundos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466988631386018994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S96lJqdfWlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/CUZRpj00N6Y/s1600/discoteca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S96lJqdfWlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/CUZRpj00N6Y/s400/discoteca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466988583109745234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S96lGdCQmDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/lZ-YzAZXex4/s1600/actividades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S96lGdCQmDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/lZ-YzAZXex4/s400/actividades.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466988527966263346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-4501079642712037241?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4501079642712037241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=4501079642712037241' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4501079642712037241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4501079642712037241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/05/queima-das-fitas-porto-2010.html' title='Queima das Fitas Porto 2010'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S96lPAtRfCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-TIiVXnXFDk/s72-c/cartazNoitesqueima2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-3183222601073428449</id><published>2010-04-29T17:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T18:01:08.231+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><title type='text'>Nas Águas do Tejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9m62ZaaK3I/AAAAAAAAAWA/wRgJTtqlpMA/s1600/Lisboa+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9m62ZaaK3I/AAAAAAAAAWA/wRgJTtqlpMA/s400/Lisboa+173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465605066488163186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-3183222601073428449?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3183222601073428449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=3183222601073428449' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/3183222601073428449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/3183222601073428449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/04/nas-aguas-do-tejo.html' title='Nas Águas do Tejo'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9m62ZaaK3I/AAAAAAAAAWA/wRgJTtqlpMA/s72-c/Lisboa+173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-2254437673957446327</id><published>2010-04-21T11:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T11:05:09.146+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><title type='text'>Iluminado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S87Nuo8c52I/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ae27hGr-FhA/s1600/Lisboa+243_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S87Nuo8c52I/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ae27hGr-FhA/s400/Lisboa+243_blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462529599195637602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cruz de Cristo virada para a luz no Mosteiro dos Jerónimos em Lisboa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;17 de Abril de 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-2254437673957446327?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2254437673957446327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=2254437673957446327' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/2254437673957446327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/2254437673957446327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/04/iluminado.html' title='Iluminado'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S87Nuo8c52I/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ae27hGr-FhA/s72-c/Lisboa+243_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-941414135186658994</id><published>2010-04-20T14:39:00.044+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:38:33.087+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Lisboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saímos de casa com um sorriso nos lábios e um olhar curioso para caminhar como aventureiros sobre as ruas de Lisboa. Como turistas descobrimos a Capital de Portugal, uma cidade que se veste de modernidade em alguns dos seus lugares como o Parque das Nações mas que têm a sua verdadeira essência nos seus recantos, nas suas ruas e praças míticas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Olhar para trás faz-me lembrar a noite no HardRock. O carro à Americana pendurado no tecto arrasou e deixou-me de boca aberta. Rapidamente nos ambientamos e abrimos a pista improvisada em passos de dança arrojados. Todo um mundo nos seguiu na brincadeira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Foi um fim-de-semana em Lisboa para recordar e um dia mais tarde voltar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma História em fotografia :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9G2F1LWIgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/48OfXxk0Cag/s1600/Lisboa+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9G2F1LWIgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/48OfXxk0Cag/s400/Lisboa+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463348034267390466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;Parque das Nações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9G2D_Iae2I/AAAAAAAAAVw/pLwpTF68il8/s1600/Lisboa+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9G2D_Iae2I/AAAAAAAAAVw/pLwpTF68il8/s400/Lisboa+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463348002579708770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oceanário&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9G2BpMHCHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/UiCQHgnka1k/s1600/Lisboa+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9G2BpMHCHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/UiCQHgnka1k/s400/Lisboa+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463347962329892978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gare do Oriente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9G1_ei6LFI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PtIPdbgjMNA/s1600/Lisboa+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9G1_ei6LFI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PtIPdbgjMNA/s400/Lisboa+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463347925112990802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tanque Principal do Oceanário&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9G18zvd2-I/AAAAAAAAAVY/DR2WP4otdnM/s1600/Lisboa+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9G18zvd2-I/AAAAAAAAAVY/DR2WP4otdnM/s400/Lisboa+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463347879263198178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Torre Vasco da Gama&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9G13AH_jEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/da0fEX0go-s/s1600/Lisboa+428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9G13AH_jEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/da0fEX0go-s/s400/Lisboa+428.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463347779508079682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hardrock&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foi uma grande noite. Adorei&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9G0BapRQLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mmciTv4KV-Y/s1600/Lisboa+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9G0BapRQLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mmciTv4KV-Y/s400/Lisboa+007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463345759402410162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O 28 : O famoso Eléctrico&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gz-3uiq6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/obT3EsEpNRU/s1600/Lisboa+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gz-3uiq6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/obT3EsEpNRU/s400/Lisboa+008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463345715669543842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mosteiro dos Jerónimos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inegualável&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gz8o4IXeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/EfF9ixDTnBk/s1600/Lisboa+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gz8o4IXeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/EfF9ixDTnBk/s400/Lisboa+009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463345677323492834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Padrão dos Descobrimentos com a Ponte 25 de Abril e o Cristo Rei como fundo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gz6DIAIvI/AAAAAAAAATw/DrR0sPoExdI/s1600/Lisboa+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gz6DIAIvI/AAAAAAAAATw/DrR0sPoExdI/s400/Lisboa+010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463345632829776626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Torre de Belém&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gz35j1shI/AAAAAAAAATo/_EUkxDH_cIo/s1600/Lisboa+0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gz35j1shI/AAAAAAAAATo/_EUkxDH_cIo/s400/Lisboa+0011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463345595902439954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Casa Pasteis de Belém&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yahami, soube pela vida o Pastel de Belém&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gz0hR4gAI/AAAAAAAAATg/zWgPLBZC8sE/s1600/Lisboa+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gz0hR4gAI/AAAAAAAAATg/zWgPLBZC8sE/s400/Lisboa+012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463345537845067778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A nossa rua e nosso andar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gzx_3GP1I/AAAAAAAAATY/-ibhWjtr4nE/s1600/Lisboa+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gzx_3GP1I/AAAAAAAAATY/-ibhWjtr4nE/s400/Lisboa+013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463345494514614098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Castelo São Jorge lá no alto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GzveoQdaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/30EABpoK1WA/s1600/Lisboa+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GzveoQdaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/30EABpoK1WA/s400/Lisboa+014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463345451234260386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elevador&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GzqtayqiI/AAAAAAAAATI/UG-mKurayL0/s1600/Lisboa+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GzqtayqiI/AAAAAAAAATI/UG-mKurayL0/s400/Lisboa+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463345369304967714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Arco da Rua Augusta com a Praça do Comercio e o Rio em fundo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na minha opinião esta é a a imagem que descreve Lisboa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GznDdn5-I/AAAAAAAAATA/rLmgi4CZQhU/s1600/Lisboa+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GznDdn5-I/AAAAAAAAATA/rLmgi4CZQhU/s400/Lisboa+016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463345306502948834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagem do Edificio visto da Praça do Comércio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gzj3A5fRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dteUsfM_xn4/s1600/Lisboa+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gzj3A5fRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dteUsfM_xn4/s400/Lisboa+017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463345251621633298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagem do interior de uma Igreja quando descíamos do Castelo de São Jorge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GzhBgNkGI/AAAAAAAAASw/S_sVpCH--_c/s1600/Lisboa+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GzhBgNkGI/AAAAAAAAASw/S_sVpCH--_c/s400/Lisboa+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463345202897719394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estação Ferroviária do Rossio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&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/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gy_s9kG2I/AAAAAAAAASY/6HQ7LvtWEkI/s1600/NOS+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gy_s9kG2I/AAAAAAAAASY/6HQ7LvtWEkI/s400/NOS+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463344630448003938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os "4" com o Oceanário em fundo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gy8R9AP4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZYwYbHsNw_s/s1600/NOS+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gy8R9AP4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZYwYbHsNw_s/s400/NOS+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463344571658289026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já não é o Gil da Expo 98, é Vasco a mascote do Oceanário&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GyjnNzmaI/AAAAAAAAARw/xkAwgKOsrco/s1600/NOS+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GyjnNzmaI/AAAAAAAAARw/xkAwgKOsrco/s400/NOS+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463344147869178274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A voar... :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GygsxOJHI/AAAAAAAAARo/wxkkDBTiO-c/s1600/NOS+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GygsxOJHI/AAAAAAAAARo/wxkkDBTiO-c/s400/NOS+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463344097820288114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A camisa até condiz com o rio :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gydp9WCQI/AAAAAAAAARg/DU6bxEvz_A0/s1600/NOS+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9Gydp9WCQI/AAAAAAAAARg/DU6bxEvz_A0/s400/NOS+7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463344045526223106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simplesmente... A loucura total.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GyQiGvk1I/AAAAAAAAARI/W2lK-I-edTU/s1600/NOS+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GyQiGvk1I/AAAAAAAAARI/W2lK-I-edTU/s400/NOS+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463343820079862610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Loiraça na Estátua do Fernando Pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GyMhNWKAI/AAAAAAAAARA/IXQXuF3WwHs/s1600/NOS+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GyMhNWKAI/AAAAAAAAARA/IXQXuF3WwHs/s400/NOS+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463343751119644674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Morenaça na Estátua do Fernando Pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GyIAL0nhI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/cLaKDQlgmw4/s1600/NOS+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9GyIAL0nhI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/cLaKDQlgmw4/s400/NOS+12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463343673535405586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A loucura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Já deixa saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-941414135186658994?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/941414135186658994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=941414135186658994' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/941414135186658994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/941414135186658994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/04/lisboa_20.html' title='Lisboa'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S9G2F1LWIgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/48OfXxk0Cag/s72-c/Lisboa+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-2465344926006015145</id><published>2010-04-20T14:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:35:21.357+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silêncio das Palavras'/><title type='text'>As Horas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vivemos as nossas vidas, fazemos seja o que for que fazemos e depois dormimos: é tão simples e tão normal como isso. Alguns atiram-se de janelas, ou afogam-se, ou tomam comprimidos; um número maior morre por acidente, e a maioria, a imensa maioria é lentamente devorada por alguma doença ou, com muita sorte, pelo próprio tempo. Há apenas uma consolação: uma hora aqui ou ali em que as nossas vidas parecem, contra todas as probabilidades e expectativas, abrir-se de repente e dar-nos tudo quanto jamais imaginámos, embora todos, excepto as crianças (e talvez até elas), saibamos que a estas horas se seguirão inevitavelmente outras, muito mais negras e mais difíceis. Mesmo assim, adoramos a cidade, a manhã, mesmo assim desejamos, acima de tudo, mais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michael Cunningham, &lt;/i&gt;em &lt;i&gt;"As Horas"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-2465344926006015145?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2465344926006015145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=2465344926006015145' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/2465344926006015145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/2465344926006015145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-horas.html' title='As Horas'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-5233767552189738812</id><published>2010-04-08T16:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:18:50.605+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Heroes &amp; Saints - Nikolaj Grandjean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Night is alright...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/783RXCzgePw&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/783RXCzgePw&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Turn the lights down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Rest your case&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Leave me lonely, sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;This honeymoon is alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;State your rights lightly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Leave your wicked minds outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Time has come, to rest these tired eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Forever on, these sacred given vows will sit around by me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;They're stronger than anything, than anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Night is allright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Night is okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Inside your arms the right fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;God forbid, we'll get ourselves burned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Heroes and saints, better stand by our side now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;By our side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Reason says -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Please don't break,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Fortune is the way it swings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Surely we'll get by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Treason lives, and whenever I preach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Deep within, these promises fade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;For lullaby song on these nights of ours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Place our bets in here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;To be stronger than anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Than anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Night is allright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Night is okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Inside your arms the right fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;God forbid, we'll get ourselves burned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Heroes and saints, better stand by our side now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Night is allright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Night is okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Inside your arms the right fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;God forbid, we'll get ourselves burned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Heroes and saints stand by our side now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Night is allright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Night is okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Inside your arms the right fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;God forbid, we'll get ourselves burned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Heroes and saints stand by our side now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;On these lonely nights of ours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Heroes &amp;amp; Saints&lt;/i&gt;" de "&lt;i&gt;Nikolaj Grandjean&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-5233767552189738812?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5233767552189738812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=5233767552189738812' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5233767552189738812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5233767552189738812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/04/heroes-saints-nikolaj-grandjean.html' title='Heroes &amp; Saints - Nikolaj Grandjean'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-4962107933214113369</id><published>2010-04-08T15:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:04:26.990+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Ideias simples Ideias brilhantes</title><content type='html'>Num mundo onde somos constantemente bombardeados pela publicidade ficam para a memória as ideias que rasgam o mundo pela sua originalidade como é o caso desta publicidade do "NHHotels" colocada nos encostos de cabeça das cadeiras de avião da companhia aérea Iberia.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S73vCLuH7bI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mx2UE0hic3c/s1600/nhhotelsiberia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S73vCLuH7bI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mx2UE0hic3c/s400/nhhotelsiberia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457781144227933618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-4962107933214113369?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4962107933214113369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=4962107933214113369' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4962107933214113369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4962107933214113369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/04/ideias-simples-ideias-brilhantes.html' title='Ideias simples Ideias brilhantes'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S73vCLuH7bI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mx2UE0hic3c/s72-c/nhhotelsiberia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-2156083898289493174</id><published>2010-04-07T14:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:26:09.216+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Animação : "Gopher Broke"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/dtYa7wdpCP4dIEgAdHSF/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quem tudo quer tudo perde...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É de aproveitar para ver alguns dos vídeos disponíveis em : &lt;a href="http://videos.sapo.pt/shortmovies/"&gt;http://videos.sapo.pt/shortmovies/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-2156083898289493174?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2156083898289493174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=2156083898289493174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/2156083898289493174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/2156083898289493174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/04/animacao-gopher-broke.html' title='Animação : &quot;Gopher Broke&quot;'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-3100772828782414839</id><published>2010-04-01T15:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:18:33.124+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Lisboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Numa altura em que as viagens Low-Cost fazem furor porque permitem que qualquer pessoa possa viajar pelo mundo fora a preços reduzidos, decidimos aproveitar esta filosofia de turismo para assim conhecer melhor Lisboa. Sim Lisboa... Porque depois de Madrid e Milão chegou a hora de conhecer melhor o nosso Portugal e assim já pensamos num fim-de-semana de custo reduzido e máxima diversão em Lisboa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu Portugal querido, minha terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De risos e quimeras e canções&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tens dentro em ti, esse teu peito encerra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo que faz bater os corações !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tens o fado. A Canção triste e bendita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que todos cantam pela vida fora;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O fado que dá vida e que palpita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na calma da guitarra onde mora !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu tens também a embriaguês suave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dos campos, da pisagem ao sol poente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E esse sol é como um canto d’ave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que expira à beira-mar, suavemente…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu tens, ó Pátria minha, as raparigas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais fescas, mais gentis do orbe imenso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tens os beijos, os risos, as cantigas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De seus lábios de sangue !… Às vezes, penso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que tu és, Pátria minha, branca fada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boa e linda que Deus sonhou um dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para lançar no mundo, ó Pátria amada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A beleza eterna, a arte, a poesia !…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Florbela Espanca &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-3100772828782414839?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3100772828782414839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=3100772828782414839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/3100772828782414839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/3100772828782414839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/04/lisboa.html' title='Lisboa'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-7838531199286534845</id><published>2010-04-01T14:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:09:49.458+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>You've Got the Love - Florence and the Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passaram pela Aula Magna em Portugal no passado dia 16 de Março de 2010 para apresentarem o seu álbum de estreia "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lungs&lt;/span&gt;", e, nesta curta passagem por este cantinho da Europa Florence and the Machine deixaram a sua marca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É o que estou a ouvir : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Florence&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzMcNAe4nE8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzMcNAe4nE8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;throwing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hands&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;count&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;saying&lt;/span&gt; "Lord I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;don&lt;/span&gt;'t &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;matter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;daily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;savior&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_94"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_95"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_96"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_97"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_98"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_99"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_100"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_101"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_102"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_103"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_104"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_105"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_106"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_107"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_108"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_109"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_110"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_111"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_112"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_113"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_114"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_115"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_116"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; "Oh Lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_117"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_118"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; use?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_119"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_120"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_121"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_122"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_123"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_124"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_125"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_126"&gt;Sooner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_127"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_128"&gt;later&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_129"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_130"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_131"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_132"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_133"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_134"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_135"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_136"&gt;loose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_137"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_138"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_139"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_140"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_141"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_142"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_143"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_144"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_145"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_146"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_147"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_148"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_149"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_150"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_151"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_152"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_153"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_154"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_155"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_156"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_157"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_158"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_159"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_160"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_161"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_162"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_163"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_164"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_165"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_166"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_167"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_168"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_169"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_170"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_171"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_172"&gt;throwing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_173"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_174"&gt;hands&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_175"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_176"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_177"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_178"&gt;air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_179"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_180"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_181"&gt;count&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_182"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_183"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_184"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_185"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_186"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_187"&gt;saying&lt;/span&gt; "Lord I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_188"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_189"&gt;don&lt;/span&gt;'t &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_190"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_191"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_192"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_193"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_194"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_195"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_196"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_197"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_198"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_199"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_200"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_201"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_202"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_203"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_204"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_205"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_206"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_207"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_208"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_209"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_210"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_211"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_212"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_213"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_214"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_215"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_216"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_217"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_218"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_219"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_220"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_221"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_222"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_223"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_224"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_225"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_226"&gt;Got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_227"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_228"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" em "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_229"&gt;Lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" de "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_230"&gt;Florence&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_231"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_232"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_233"&gt;Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-7838531199286534845?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7838531199286534845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=7838531199286534845' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7838531199286534845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7838531199286534845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/04/youve-got-love-florence-and-machine.html' title='You&apos;ve Got the Love - Florence and the Machine'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-1871088674202908736</id><published>2010-03-30T18:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:13:12.018+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Logorama</title><content type='html'>Vencedor do Óscar de Melhor Curta-Metragem de Animação de 2009 : "Logorama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ksmGnlxXL5s&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ksmGnlxXL5s&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B7URxWTb6hE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B7URxWTb6hE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente... 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title='Logorama'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-8430279496124928957</id><published>2010-03-29T10:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:04:56.067+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ua0iO-JQwAg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ua0iO-JQwAg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5B1QTEGL3t0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5B1QTEGL3t0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Fame&lt;/i&gt;" por "&lt;i&gt;Naturi Naughton&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby look at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And tell me what you see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You ain't seen the best of me yet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me time I'll make you forget the rest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got more in me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you can set it free &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can catch the moon in my hands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you know who I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember my name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fame &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna live forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna learn how to fly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;High &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel it coming together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People will see me and cry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fame &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna make it to heaven &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Light up the sky like a flame &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fame &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna live forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby remember my name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby hold me tight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause you can make it right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can shoot me straight to the top &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me love and take all I've got to give &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby I'll be tough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too much is not enough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can ride your heart til it breaks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooh I got what it takes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fame &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna live forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna learn how to fly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;High &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel it coming together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People will see me and cry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fame &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna make it to heaven &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Light up the sky like a flame &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fame &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna live forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby remember my name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-8430279496124928957?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8430279496124928957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=8430279496124928957' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8430279496124928957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8430279496124928957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/03/fame.html' title='Fame'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-2355010089744557064</id><published>2010-03-22T15:44:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:58:59.988Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Lembra-te de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;À uns tempos escrevi :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A brutalidade daquilo que sinto só pode ser compreendida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aquando do conheçimento daquilo que me falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assim, a ausência é algo que fundamenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a constituíção das minhas emoções e sentimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com a tua ausência parte de mim morre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e outra ressuscita rebeldemente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acabo vagabundo porque sei que não sou compreendido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;acabo solitário porque estou somente só..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E de facto, a ausência, é algo que não pode ser desprezado no decorrer das nossas vidas. Nesse entendimento, "Lembra-te de Mim" surge como um filme perfeito para descrever o impacto da ausência na personalidade de cada pessoa. Profundamente dramático quanto trágico "Lembra-te de Mim" leva-nos para o mundo revoltado de Tyler (Robert Pattinson).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um filme que nos faz pensar da debilidade ou capacidade humana quando se depara com situações onde a ausência se apodera do ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S6eQsZw08MI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Yr12ACLFu2Q/s1600-h/remember_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S6eQsZw08MI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Yr12ACLFu2Q/s400/remember_me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451484966459601090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembra-te de Mim (Remember Me)&lt;br /&gt;Realizado por Allen Coulter&lt;br /&gt;Com Robert Pattinson, Pierce Brosnan, Emilie de Ravin&lt;br /&gt;Género – Drama&lt;br /&gt;Duração – 113 Min.&lt;br /&gt;País de Origem – EUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinopse – Após a morte prematura do seu irmão que culminou com a separação dos seus pais, Tyler (Robert Pattinson, da saga "Luz e Escuridão") sente-se perdido e descrente, com o mundo e consigo mesmo. A viver em Nova Iorque, é um jovem revoltado e com um relacionamento conflituoso com o seu pai (Pierce Brosnan), com quem não consegue comunicar. Até que conhece Ally (Emilie de Ravin), uma rapariga inspiradora e totalmente diferente de si, que soube lidar com os seus próprios traumas, usando o sofrimento de forma a perspectivar o mundo, vivendo cada dia como se fosse, de todos, o mais importante. Mas quando o amor cresce entre os dois e parece determinado a quebrar todas as defesas, terríveis segredos familiares irão separá-los.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para uma outra opinião acerca do filme ou para uma critica mais aprofundada dar um salto ao Portal de Cinema que tanto gosto de acompanhar :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://portalcinema.blogspot.com/2010/03/critica-remember-me.html"&gt;http://portalcinema.blogspot.com/2010/03/critica-remember-me.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-2355010089744557064?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2355010089744557064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=2355010089744557064' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/2355010089744557064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/2355010089744557064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/03/lembra-te-de-mim.html' title='Lembra-te de mim'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S6eQsZw08MI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Yr12ACLFu2Q/s72-c/remember_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-105433644350442588</id><published>2010-03-19T11:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:04:06.754Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><title type='text'>Milk &amp; White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S6NaFzQdbgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FW-zT-dcGZo/s1600-h/Milano_559_4_blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S6NaFzQdbgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FW-zT-dcGZo/s400/Milano_559_4_blog.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450299029753523714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-105433644350442588?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/105433644350442588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=105433644350442588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/105433644350442588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/105433644350442588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/03/milk-white.html' title='Milk &amp; White'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S6NaFzQdbgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FW-zT-dcGZo/s72-c/Milano_559_4_blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-6259173259041310705</id><published>2010-03-18T14:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:51:15.551Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O mal do século é a solidão. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cada um de nós imerso em sua própria arrogância,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;esperando por um pouco de afeição."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Trecho retirado de "&lt;i&gt;Esperando por Mim&lt;/i&gt;",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Composição de Renato Russo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Legião Urbana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-6259173259041310705?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6259173259041310705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=6259173259041310705' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/6259173259041310705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/6259173259041310705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-mal-do-seculo-e-solidao.html' title=''/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-8524341575489884596</id><published>2010-03-11T16:14:00.038Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:05:10.298Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Milão / Bergamo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pouso as malas a um canto e liberto os ombros com satisfação. O cansaço esbate-se sobre a cara e incha-me os olhos. Caio sobre a cama e de imediato adormeço num sono longo e profundo. Lábios rasgados, joelhos inchados e pés doridos mas na volta ao mundo presente ficam as imagens assimiladas e os momentos marcantes de uma viagem a um lugar que nos encantou. Assim cheguei da viagem a Milão com a esperança de um dia lá voltar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entre passadas largas e continuadas, com a camara fotográfica na mão sempre pronta a disparar (e foram 600 as fotos que tirei), por ruas que faziamos nossas e pelos lugares que assimilavamos com satisfação, fomos conhecendo os recantos de Milão. No frio de Inverno o sol resistiu e iluminou Milão para nosso contentamento. Fomos salvos por umas luvas de malha polar compradas na Decathlon por apenas 2€ e nas pisas e massas italianas perdemos a cabeça e nos empantorramos com alegria. Ficaram marcadas em nós os olhares das Italianas e o charme espelhado pelas galerias Vittorio Emanuelle. Pessoas em bicicleta ignoravam o frio e passavam à nossa frente para nossa admiração. Não fomos capazes de quebrar a barreira do frio e percorrer de bicicleta a calçada Italiana mas do Estádio Giuseppe Meazza/san siro até Duomo viemos no Eléctrico de superficie e descobrimos as semelhanças entre dois povos que nos pareciam ser mais distintos, engano nosso porque da tão famosa habilidade Portuguesa do desenrasque descobrimos que os Italianos partilham tal fenomeno e assim descobrimos que de forma geral todos, principalmente os mais novos, escapavam ao pagamento dos transportes públicos de superficie. Ficou-nos barato as viagens de auto-carro em Milão. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Encontramos a essência de Milão sobretudo no seu centro histórico, principalmente na praça de Duomo e na praça de Alla Scala, mas também na rua que liga Duomo ao castelo Sforcesco e seus jardins logo atrás dele. Foi aí, no centro de Milão, que a meio da tarde de Domingo provamos os paladares de Milão na sua confeitaria típica. Ficou a vontade em mim de assistir um dia mais tarde a uma ópera no teatro de Alla Scala, acredito que deve ser belo demais. Infelizmente, o teatro encontrava-se fechado e só pude trazer as imagens da sua fachada que adicionei ao já vasto leque de fotos de Milão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já no último dia, por ser perto do aeroporto, arriscamos uma ida a Bergamo, à cidade alta, e lá vimos um encanto especial na sua simplicidade antiga de ruas estreitas e uma vista incrivel para para os Alpes que ainda seguravam a neve no seu cume ou para Milão que lá longe ainda se fazia ver. Imagino o quanto seria agradável comer um gelado num dia de Verão a meio de uma das suas praças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi com tristeza mas também com saudade da nossa terra que na Terça-Feira de manhã deixamos Milão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ciao Milano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma história em fotografia :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5ptwGmfucI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LqizYvDmvcU/s1600-h/Milano+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5ptwGmfucI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LqizYvDmvcU/s400/Milano+01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447787372431260098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Galeria Vittorio Emanuelle II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5ptsrOpBHI/AAAAAAAAAPw/n1vX_kQdgYY/s1600-h/Milano+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5ptsrOpBHI/AAAAAAAAAPw/n1vX_kQdgYY/s400/Milano+02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447787313543840882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Catedral de Duomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5ptpo9iWhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/27uDbMTK280/s1600-h/Milano+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5ptpo9iWhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/27uDbMTK280/s400/Milano+03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447787261395622418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Praça de Duomo com a sua Catedral em fundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5ptmFtvAUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/B-7NWTnCN1M/s1600-h/Milano+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5ptmFtvAUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/B-7NWTnCN1M/s400/Milano+04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447787200394494274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Eu com a galeria Vittorio Emanuelle II em fundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal;  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Olha o passarinho!! (Parte I)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5pthNe2_CI/AAAAAAAAAPY/r4heRhDvdts/s1600-h/Milano+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5pthNe2_CI/AAAAAAAAAPY/r4heRhDvdts/s400/Milano+05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447787116580240418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Paulo com a galeria Vittorio Emanuelle II em fundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Olha o passarinho!! (Parte II)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5ptcz3rlvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8ZtZTMcW7eo/s1600-h/Milano+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5ptcz3rlvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8ZtZTMcW7eo/s400/Milano+06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447787040985552626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Galeria Vittorio Emanuelle II vista para o seu interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5ptYuQovII/AAAAAAAAAPI/OXK2nimhdAc/s1600-h/Milano+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5ptYuQovII/AAAAAAAAAPI/OXK2nimhdAc/s400/Milano+07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447786970760133762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Louis Vuitton na g&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal;  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;aleria Vittorio Emanuelle II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal;  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Bem tentamos comprar algo mas não havia nada de interessante :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5ptUx4vCAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Omf4Pona1n4/s1600-h/Milano+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5ptUx4vCAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Omf4Pona1n4/s400/Milano+08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447786903014148098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Olha a fatiota da policia toda janota...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5ptQC0uEKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/O7Xs3ohlzjw/s1600-h/Milano+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5ptQC0uEKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/O7Xs3ohlzjw/s400/Milano+09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447786821661364386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Teatro Ala Scala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5psSULXV4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/JnRp-nyWkLU/s1600-h/Milano+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5psSULXV4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/JnRp-nyWkLU/s400/Milano+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447785761167857538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Estátua de Leonardo na praça de Ala Scala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5psMpi93rI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cQojs7UE488/s1600-h/Milano+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5psMpi93rI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cQojs7UE488/s400/Milano+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447785663824780978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;O bolo foi uma maravilha;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Lambões :p Yahami...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5psIcuy4aI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fnmL3M3rFig/s1600-h/Milano+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5psIcuy4aI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fnmL3M3rFig/s400/Milano+12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447785591665254818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os famosos Eléctricos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não descansamos até dar uma volta neles...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5psB9MZsdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CjVNJkNMDY0/s1600-h/Milano+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5psB9MZsdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CjVNJkNMDY0/s400/Milano+13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447785480120283602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Por isso é que os Italianos têm bons ciclistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Milão surpreendeu-me pela quantidade de gente que andava de bicicleta mesmo com temperaturas negativas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5pr96D47zI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vJ0s-C6Rcwo/s1600-h/Milano+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5pr96D47zI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vJ0s-C6Rcwo/s400/Milano+14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447785410559799090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal;  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Olha a Mimosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Aqui é aos pontapés. Lá vendia-se a 1.50€ (Talvez por tradição e ser dia da Mulher).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5pr55joP1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/YRIIzKfp-TQ/s1600-h/Milano+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5pr55joP1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/YRIIzKfp-TQ/s400/Milano+15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447785341705011026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;O piano à saída do Metro na Praça de Duomo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Boa forma de levar as pessoas a subir as escadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5pr21X_55I/AAAAAAAAAOA/s2RvUIjeTa4/s1600-h/Milano+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5pr21X_55I/AAAAAAAAAOA/s2RvUIjeTa4/s400/Milano+16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447785289042880402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Castelo de Sforzesco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5przOLGgnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/s3Moc53_8fQ/s1600-h/Milano+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5przOLGgnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/s3Moc53_8fQ/s400/Milano+17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447785226980196978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Giuseppe Meazza / San Siro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prwXjpmaI/AAAAAAAAANw/kgMd0OFDic0/s1600-h/Milano+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prwXjpmaI/AAAAAAAAANw/kgMd0OFDic0/s400/Milano+18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447785177959471522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Estação Central de Comboios de Milão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Muito movimentada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prsRfTopI/AAAAAAAAANo/hwMdoEI16kw/s1600-h/Milano+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prsRfTopI/AAAAAAAAANo/hwMdoEI16kw/s400/Milano+19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447785107611165330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Qual o mais trengo? Hum... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prplanN1I/AAAAAAAAANg/lp-vRqfa1tA/s1600-h/Milano+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prplanN1I/AAAAAAAAANg/lp-vRqfa1tA/s400/Milano+20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447785061420578642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;No Eléctrico ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prmJLwgrI/AAAAAAAAANY/9z0MwIncI9s/s1600-h/Milano+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prmJLwgrI/AAAAAAAAANY/9z0MwIncI9s/s400/Milano+21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447785002302472882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Palhaçada não podia faltar claro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prhxksePI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3X2fyBrBvpg/s1600-h/Milano+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prhxksePI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3X2fyBrBvpg/s400/Milano+22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447784927245138162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Quem queria saber da Coca-Cola??? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prehd3bVI/AAAAAAAAANI/kGO0r7c5rOw/s1600-h/Milano+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prehd3bVI/AAAAAAAAANI/kGO0r7c5rOw/s400/Milano+23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447784871381921106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Olha as meninas de Guimarães e Paços de Ferreira...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coincidências ou talvez não... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prZtyM5mI/AAAAAAAAANA/dbuqHVCxf1c/s1600-h/Bergamo_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prZtyM5mI/AAAAAAAAANA/dbuqHVCxf1c/s400/Bergamo_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447784788789093986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;As ruas estreitas de Bergamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prWqxQ1sI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hKw64DYaqbg/s1600-h/Bergamo_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prWqxQ1sI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hKw64DYaqbg/s400/Bergamo_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447784736440243906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Foi preciso ir a Bergamo para comer um bolo que há cá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Não importa... lol mas era um pouco enjoativo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prTl3ttKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6LQ8RlQLxhc/s1600-h/Bergamo_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prTl3ttKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6LQ8RlQLxhc/s400/Bergamo_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447784683585516706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Olha a excursão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prQV6cRSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dS955hMoL6c/s1600-h/Bergamo_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prQV6cRSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dS955hMoL6c/s400/Bergamo_04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447784627762382114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dentro da igreja em Bergamo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prNKrV2EI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GSaNmiE2qwM/s1600-h/Bergamo_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5prNKrV2EI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GSaNmiE2qwM/s400/Bergamo_05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447784573206648898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vista da Cidade Alta (Bergamo)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;The End&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ciao Milano&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-8524341575489884596?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8524341575489884596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=8524341575489884596' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8524341575489884596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8524341575489884596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/03/milao-bergamo.html' title='Milão / Bergamo'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S5ptwGmfucI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LqizYvDmvcU/s72-c/Milano+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-8899611687393571245</id><published>2010-03-05T16:20:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:57:58.740Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>A caminho de Milão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para aqueles que não sabem estou em vésperas de ir para Milão e na verdade alguma ansiedade resiste dentro de mim de tal forma que não evito em colocar aqui no blog um post sobre a viagem a Milão.&lt;br /&gt;Milão, conhecida por a cidade da moda, a par de outras cidades Italianas sempre me cativaram devido à cultura que lhe está inerente e devido ao tão famoso charme italiano que envolve qualquer um. Para esta viagem urbana somente o tempo deixa uma ponta de preocupação uma vez que em Março faz algum frio e existe sempre a possibilidade de chover em Milão, mesmo assim cabe a nós isolarmo-nos disso e aproveitar cada momento ao máximo.&lt;br /&gt;A viagem surgiu devido às promoções que a Ryanair fez para este mês de Março e é bom dizer que bendita foi a hora que a Ryanair instalou uma base aqui no Porto possibilitando assim irmos a Milão por apenas 65€ (ida e volta). eheh :D&lt;br /&gt;Depois de Madrid no ano passado, Milão será a segunda cidade Europeia a conhecer. Espero que corra tudo bem e assim que chegar colocarei algumas imagens da viagem somente para um dia mais tarde recordar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-8899611687393571245?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8899611687393571245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=8899611687393571245' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8899611687393571245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8899611687393571245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/03/caminho-de-milao.html' title='A caminho de Milão'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-8530853331047706141</id><published>2010-03-04T17:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:14:55.289Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>The Scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei bem porque mas "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scream&lt;/span&gt;" criado em 1893 por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Edvard&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Munch&lt;/span&gt;" é sem dúvida alguma uma das pinturas que mais me fascina e se fosse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ultra&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mega&lt;/span&gt;-bilionário seria capaz de pagar uma pequena fortuna por este quadro mas como não o sou limito-me a vê-lo em fotografias pela internet e esperar que um dia, quando andar a vaguear por terras nórdicas, dar um salto a Oslo para o ver no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;National&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gallery&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Norway&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S4_nqFU_ylI/AAAAAAAAAMA/asWm-5E9aBs/s1600-h/edvard-munch-the-scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S4_nqFU_ylI/AAAAAAAAAMA/asWm-5E9aBs/s400/edvard-munch-the-scream.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444825184684984914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não menos interessante é a versão cómica dos "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S4_nfzoohyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FyP0xec8zsk/s1600-h/ansia-panico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S4_nfzoohyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FyP0xec8zsk/s400/ansia-panico.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444825008136816418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até fico indeciso em saber qual das versões gosto mais... :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-8530853331047706141?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8530853331047706141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=8530853331047706141' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8530853331047706141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8530853331047706141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/03/scream.html' title='The Scream'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S4_nqFU_ylI/AAAAAAAAAMA/asWm-5E9aBs/s72-c/edvard-munch-the-scream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-1448739999278007134</id><published>2010-03-03T10:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:54:12.801Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>The Man Who Sold The World - Nirvana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em meados da década de 80 surgiram os Nirvana com o seu movimento Grunge que na altura fazia furor entre os mais novos, ora pelo som metálico das músicas, ora porque rebentavam com guitarras em pleno palco libertando a rebeldia que lhes era conhecida. Já na década de 90,  tinha eu 13 anos, Kurt Cobain morreu e os Nirvana se extinguiram para tristeza dos fãs espalhados pelo mundo. Pelo meio ficaram 4 CD's de originais e um famoso concerto acústico que mostraram ao mundo a música dos Nirvana numa versão mais acústica suavizando o lado mais Grunge da banda. Assim, criaram um dos grandes CD's da década de 90 e o meu favorito da banda : "MTV Unplugged in New York" de 1993 (último da banda).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sempre fui fã dos Nirvana e para mim é certamente difícil de escolher a música que mais gosto de todas que eles editaram. Talvez "The Man Who Sold The World" versão original de David Bowie e que os Nirvana tocaram para a MTV seja aquela que mais me inspira mas estaria talvez a ser injusto com outras músicas como "Come As You Are", "Lithium", "About A Girl" ou como o hino deles "Smell Like Teen Spirit". Seja como for, estas músicas e este CD acompanharam-me no meu tempo e assim recordo uma vez mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fregObNcHC8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fregObNcHC8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We passed upon the stair, we spoke in was and when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which came as a surprise, I spoke into his eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought you died alone, a long long time ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh no, not me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We never lost control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're face to face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With The Man Who Sold The World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I searched for a foreign land, for years and years I roamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gazed a gazeless stare, we walked a million hills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must have died alone, a long long time ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knows? Not me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never lost control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're face to face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the Man who Sold the World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knows? not me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We never lost control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're face to face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the Man who Sold the World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The Man You Sold The World&lt;/i&gt;" de "&lt;i&gt;Nirvana&lt;/i&gt;" original de "&lt;i&gt;David Bowie&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-1448739999278007134?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1448739999278007134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=1448739999278007134' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1448739999278007134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1448739999278007134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/03/man-who-sold-world-nirvana.html' title='The Man Who Sold The World - Nirvana'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-6145359998210095783</id><published>2010-03-02T15:06:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T11:00:15.040Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos Soltos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Alice No País das Maravilhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S40pec1CfZI/AAAAAAAAALw/N6vHq0A0qBM/s1600-h/cat.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S40pec1CfZI/AAAAAAAAALw/N6vHq0A0qBM/s400/cat.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444053127672266130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alice era uma menina com muita imaginação.&lt;br /&gt;Uma manhã em que estava a estudar no campo com a professora... adormeceu! Ela tinha o hábito de fechar os olhos... assim podia deixar vaguear a imaginação, liberta do controle dos mais velhos. E deixou-se levar...!&lt;br /&gt;Acordou ao som de uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vozita&lt;/span&gt;! E viu um coelho muito estranho a correr.&lt;br /&gt;- Espera-me, senhor Coelho! - gritou muito animada.&lt;br /&gt;E levantou-se.&lt;br /&gt;Perseguiu a personagem, mas este era muito rápido e meteu-se num buraco muito fundo, desaparecendo.&lt;br /&gt;Alice seguiu-o e caiu num poço sem fundo, mas não se magoou... ! Até que chegou a um corredor mágico, onde viu entrar o coelho.&lt;br /&gt;Para o seguir teve que beber uma poção e morder numa rolha...!&lt;br /&gt;Diminuiu de tamanho, ficando pequenina!&lt;br /&gt;Chegou então ao País das Maravilhas, onde dois irmãos se riram dela...!&lt;br /&gt;Alice viu o coelho e entrou numa casa. Comeu um bombom que estava em cima da mesa ... e cresceu. Cresceu tanto que "transbordou" da casa!&lt;br /&gt;Para mais o coelho, em vez de ajudá-la, preferiu sair dali a correr.&lt;br /&gt;Então Alice mordeu uma noz... e ficou pequena de novo!&lt;br /&gt;Saiu dali apressada.&lt;br /&gt;Encontrou o Gato dos Desejos, o qual a levou à festa mais esquisita que jamais tinha visto.&lt;br /&gt;Lá chegados uma lebre disse-lhe que estavam a celebrar uma festa de aniversário.&lt;br /&gt;- Procuro um coelho branco! - declarou Alice.&lt;br /&gt;Indicaram-lhe um cruzamento de caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;Alice escolheu um ao acaso.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muito caminhar, encontrou finalmente o coelho.&lt;br /&gt;- Alto, menina. A Rainha está a chegar. Vai-te embora!&lt;br /&gt;Alice não percebeu nada.&lt;br /&gt;Viu uns valetes com pernas a pintar as rosas de vermelho.&lt;br /&gt;E de repente chegou a Rainha. Quis jogar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;criquet&lt;/span&gt; com Alice, e foi um sarilho.&lt;br /&gt;O gato fez cair a Rainha...!&lt;br /&gt;Porém, ao levantar-se... ela gritou que lhe faltavam os brincos reais!&lt;br /&gt;- Eu não os tirei, senhora! disse Alice assustada.&lt;br /&gt;- O meu carrasco vai-te cortar a cabeça -anunciou a Rainha.&lt;br /&gt;- Levem-na para a cela! - gritou furibunda.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento Alice voltou ao mundo real...!&lt;br /&gt;Tinha tido um pesadelo?&lt;br /&gt;Olhando em volta descobriu o coelho branco junto a uma árvore florida.&lt;br /&gt;O coelho afinal existia mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Alice No País das Maravilhas"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9POCgSRVvf0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9POCgSRVvf0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perdurou no meu imaginário até aos dias de hoje. "Alice no País das Maravilhas" é de facto difícil de esquecer e agora acaba de se estrear nos cinemas pela mão de Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Burton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como fã dos filmes de Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Burton&lt;/span&gt; e porque "Alice no País das Maravilhas" é uma das recordações que trago desde os meus tempos de infância não perderei este filme nos cinemas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou curioso e ansioso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-6145359998210095783?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6145359998210095783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=6145359998210095783' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/6145359998210095783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/6145359998210095783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice-no-pais-das-maravilhas.html' title='Alice No País das Maravilhas'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S40pec1CfZI/AAAAAAAAALw/N6vHq0A0qBM/s72-c/cat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-5392611178345293003</id><published>2010-03-01T17:49:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:08:34.384Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Gabriel - Lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda hoje me lembro do dia em que vi Lamb pela primeira vez ao vivo nas Queima das Fitas no Porto. De lá retiro duas músicas que me dizem muito : "Gabriel" e "This Could be Heaven". Ambas as músicas são do CD "What Sound" e embora o reportório de Lamb seja vasto para mim estas são as músicas que mais gosto do som electrónico de Lamb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Infelizmente não tive a possibilidade de colocar o videoclip original de "Gabriel" mas fica uma versão colocada por um utilizador no youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/elu0Fz2Ni60&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/elu0Fz2Ni60&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/75MWX-_J7o4&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/75MWX-_J7o4&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I want his wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can shine even in the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I crave the light that he brings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Revel in the songs that he sings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I need his heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am strong even on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But from him I never want to part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's been there since the very start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bless the day he came to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angel's wings carried him to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heavenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I want his wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can shine even in the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I crave the light that he brings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Revel in the songs that he sings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My angel Gabriel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Gabriel&lt;/i&gt;" em "&lt;i&gt;What Sound&lt;/i&gt;" de "&lt;i&gt;Lamb&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-5392611178345293003?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5392611178345293003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=5392611178345293003' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5392611178345293003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5392611178345293003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/03/gabriel-lamb.html' title='Gabriel - Lamb'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-7366896774805134526</id><published>2010-02-26T16:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:13:17.030Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É sempre bom descobrir um som novo, dá-nos sempre algo mais para completar as nossas vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Hoje através do blog de uma amiga minha descobri &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Damien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rice&lt;/span&gt; e descobri também a versão Inglesa de uma música tão conhecida dos Portugueses e dos Brasileiros que eu tanto gosto : "É Isso Aí" de Ana Carolina e Seu Jorge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Blower&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Daughter&lt;/span&gt;" a versão original de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Damien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rice&lt;/span&gt; é uma música inspirada na filha de seu professor de flauta e é um original de 2001, além disso, podemos ouvi-la também no filme "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Closer&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adorei simplesmente as duas versões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5YXVMCHG-Nk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5YXVMCHG-Nk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jD0XqnpO58&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jD0XqnpO58&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É isso aí!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como a gente achou que ia ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida tão simples é boa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quase sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É isso aí!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os passos vão pelas ruas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém reparou na lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida sempre continua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não sei parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não sei parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não vou parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não me canso de olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não sei parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É isso aí!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há quem acredite em milagres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há quem cometa maldades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há quem não saiba dizer a verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É isso aí!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um vendedor de flores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ensinar seus filhos a escolher seus amores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não sei parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não sei parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não vou parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não me canso de olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não vou parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É isso aí!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há quem acredite em milagres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há quem cometa maldades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há quem não saiba dizer a verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É isso aí!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um vendedor de flores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ensinar seus filhos a escolher seus amores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não sei parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu Não sei parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não vou parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não me canso de olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não vou parar de te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"É Isso Aí" de Ana Carolina e Seu Jorge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-7366896774805134526?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7366896774805134526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=7366896774805134526' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7366896774805134526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7366896774805134526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/blowers-daughter-damien-rice.html' title='The Blower&apos;s Daughter - Damien Rice'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-4845602320623019891</id><published>2010-02-26T12:31:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-02-26T14:24:32.769Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro'/><title type='text'>Vai-se andando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S4fBOKLTvdI/AAAAAAAAALo/9hMG4A-fEdA/s1600-h/1890_118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 340px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S4fBOKLTvdI/AAAAAAAAALo/9hMG4A-fEdA/s400/1890_118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442531123694648786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;José Pedro Gomes, depois do espectáculo «Coçar Onde É Preciso», em 2005, continua a tentar perceber o que faz de nós um povo tão especial. Realmente, que nos leva a conseguir fazer coisas que mais ninguém faz? De uma forma que noutros países tem resultados totalmente diferentes. O que nos faz sermos melhores ou piores do que os outros? O que é que nos faria ser muito melhores? Quais são as pequenas arestas a limar para ficarmos perfeitos? São nos pormenores que nos distinguem dos outros povos que José Pedro Gomes se volta a debruçar, com a ajuda de vários portugueses que têm opiniões muito interessantes: Eduardo Madeira, Filipe Homem Fonseca, Henrique Dias, Luísa Costa Gomes, Marco Horácio, Nilton, Nuno Artur Silva, Nuno Markl. O resultado é «VAI-SE ANDANDO» numa encenação de António Feio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Encenação - António Feio | Textos de - Eduardo Madeira, Filipe Homem Fonseca, Henrique Dias, Luísa Costa Gomes, Marco Horácio, Nilton, Nuno Artur Silva, Nuno Markl | Cenário - Marta Carreiras | Música - Alexandra Manaia | Vídeo - Tiago Forte | Figurinos - Bárbara Gonzalez Feio | Desenho de Luz - Luís Duarte | Ass. Encenação - Sónia Aragão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coliseudoporto.pt/net/desenvEvento.aspx?c=481&amp;amp;a=1890"&gt;http://www.coliseudoporto.pt/net/desenvEvento.aspx?c=481&amp;amp;a=1890&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-4845602320623019891?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4845602320623019891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=4845602320623019891' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4845602320623019891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4845602320623019891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/jose-pedro-gomes-depois-do-espectaculo.html' title='Vai-se andando'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S4fBOKLTvdI/AAAAAAAAALo/9hMG4A-fEdA/s72-c/1890_118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-7499162879286338432</id><published>2010-02-23T19:27:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:52:00.773Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Hearing Damage - Thom Yorke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Sei que "&lt;i&gt;Hearing Damage&lt;/i&gt;" do &lt;i&gt;Thom Yorke&lt;/i&gt; não será certamente uma música transversal que percorre os gostos de toda a gente ora por ter uma melodia melancólica ora por ter na sua essência uma base quase depressiva. No entanto, eu sempre fui fã de toda a música dos &lt;i&gt;Radiohead&lt;/i&gt; e em particular da voz do seu vocalista Thom Yorke que neste caso a solo e para minha surpresa editou esta música para o filme "Lua Nova" da saga Twilight. Sem nunca a ter ouvido fui capaz de a reconhecer de imediato no filme. Adorei e a mim não me "feriu os ouvidos".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VX9XJf2LJvk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VX9XJf2LJvk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;A tear in my brain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Allows the voices in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;They wanna push you off the path &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;With their frequency wires &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And you can do no wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In my eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In my eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You can do no wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In my eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In my eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;A drunken salesman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Your hearing damage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Your mind is restless &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;They say you�re getting better &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But you don�t feel any better &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Your speakers are blowing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Your ears are wrecking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Your hearing damage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You wish you felt better &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You wish you felt better &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You can do no wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In my eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In my eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You can do no wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In my eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In my eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In my eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In my eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;"Hearing Damage" de "Thom Yorke"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-7499162879286338432?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7499162879286338432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=7499162879286338432' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7499162879286338432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7499162879286338432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/hearing-damage-thom-yorke.html' title='Hearing Damage - Thom Yorke'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-8855471752115304377</id><published>2010-02-18T17:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:28:13.325Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Correr o risco de viver seus sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cada um tem de mim exatamente o que cativou, e cada um é responsável pelo que cativou, não suporto falsidade e mentira, a verdade pode machucar, mas é sempre mais digna. Bom mesmo é ir a luta com determinação, abraçar a vida e viver com paixão. Perder com classe e vencer com ousadia, pois o triunfo pertence a quem mais se atreve e a vida é muito para ser insignificante. Eu faço e abuso da felicidade e não desisto dos meus sonhos. O mundo está nas mãos daqueles que tem coragem de sonhar e correr o risco de viver seus sonhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-8855471752115304377?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8855471752115304377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=8855471752115304377' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8855471752115304377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8855471752115304377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/correr-o-risco-de-viver-seus-sonhos.html' title='Correr o risco de viver seus sonhos'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-5687908377631309060</id><published>2010-02-18T17:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:21:00.191Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma filosofia de vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;O mundo está nas mãos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; daqueles que têm a coragem de sonhar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; e de correr o risco de viver seus sonhos.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-5687908377631309060?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5687908377631309060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=5687908377631309060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5687908377631309060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5687908377631309060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/paulo-coelho.html' title='Paulo Coelho'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-8689834497365276376</id><published>2010-02-17T16:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:07:23.361Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Hands On Approach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No Domingo de madrugada vinha eu a caminho de casa depois de uma festa de anos de uma amiga minha e com o cansaço nas pernas e o sono a pesar nos olhos fazia-se adivinhar um caminho penoso até chegar à minha tão esperada cama. No entanto, na rádio começava a tocar "Let's be In Love" dos Hands on Approach. Ora como gosto da música ela me acompanhou nos segundos do seu tempo enquanto eu furava a noite a toda a velocidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logo na hora decidi colocar a música no blog mas seria um tanto ao quanto injusto se não colocasse outras duas grandes músicas da banda : "If You Give Up" e "My Wonder Moon".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aqui ficam então estas três músicas para apreciarem tanto como eu as aprecio : ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;If You Give Up&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fOM96R9WgLo&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fOM96R9WgLo&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Let's Be In Love&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8tsYJxdvEk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8tsYJxdvEk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;My Wonder Moon&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U1cQB1bxHsI&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U1cQB1bxHsI&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-8689834497365276376?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8689834497365276376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=8689834497365276376' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8689834497365276376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8689834497365276376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/hands-on-approach.html' title='Hands On Approach'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-9107485203793312451</id><published>2010-02-13T19:48:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-02-13T19:58:21.341Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><title type='text'>Coisas do Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S3cEGZlwvjI/AAAAAAAAALI/5bPZo8IVVnQ/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S3cDtnJ8P4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ghlchphos04/s400/6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437819157212839810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-9107485203793312451?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/9107485203793312451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=9107485203793312451' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/9107485203793312451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/9107485203793312451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/coisas-do-mar.html' title='Coisas do Mar'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S3cEGZlwvjI/AAAAAAAAALI/5bPZo8IVVnQ/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-6840555424853084941</id><published>2010-02-12T17:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:29:47.715Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>We Can Do Anything - Mikkel Solnado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A música que deixo para o dia de hoje é uma música do filho do Raul Solnado : "&lt;i&gt;We Can do Anything&lt;/i&gt;". Uma grande música apropriada para o Verão de 2010 que vem aí caminho. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Podemos deixar-nos levar lentamente mas é preciso saber que podemos fazer tudo o que quisermos. Por isso, façam o que lhes vai na alma e sejam felizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bseBxapTQ7Q&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bseBxapTQ7Q&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can do anything at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just as long as we stand tall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can go anywhere from here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just as long as you’re near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I’m around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It all seems so clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I wasn’t such a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’d kiss your lips, my dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We could be the future and the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;…Just as long as we can make it last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We could just let go, very slowly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause right now you’re filling my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With so many silly questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About human chemistry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They’re making me uneasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And soft in my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When your heart is trying to tell you something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that far from the truth…just do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you try to make the right decisions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;based on what you’re made of…remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can do anything at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just as long as we stand tall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;We Can Do Anything&lt;/i&gt;" de Mikkel Solnado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visitem o site : &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mikkelsolnado"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/mikkelsolnado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-6840555424853084941?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6840555424853084941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=6840555424853084941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/6840555424853084941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/6840555424853084941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-can-do-anything-mikkel-solnado.html' title='We Can Do Anything - Mikkel Solnado'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-4197587771767817707</id><published>2010-02-12T16:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:36:52.793Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Finalmente chegou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É preparar a champagne...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hum, talvez não seja caso para tanto mas acho que pelo menos para mim é, ;) porque após vários meses de espera, de luta intensiva e de preocupações o carro finalmente chegou às minhas mãos. Hoje de manhã mal podia acreditar que depois de longos 6 meses de espera e de tanta teimosia minha o carro finalmente estava em meu poder. Agora é só aproveitar e acelerar (mas com cuidado digo eu eheh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi uma luta e tanto mas valeu a pena esperar porque afinal de contas este era o carro que eu tanto queria e no fim de tudo não defraudou as minhas expectativas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S3V_pXvhZlI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WzrgFIBaWfc/s1600-h/IMG_0886_car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S3V_pXvhZlI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WzrgFIBaWfc/s400/IMG_0886_car.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437392473844442706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-4197587771767817707?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4197587771767817707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=4197587771767817707' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4197587771767817707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4197587771767817707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/finalmente-chegou.html' title='Finalmente chegou...'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S3V_pXvhZlI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WzrgFIBaWfc/s72-c/IMG_0886_car.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-5496089454755406960</id><published>2010-02-11T15:01:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:39:59.392Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Don't Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Comecei a apreciar música no inicio dos anos 90. No entanto, o que sabia eu na altura quando mal saída de casa? Nada. Assim, nos inícios dos anos 90 a minha influência era a minha irmã mais velha e os meus gostos musicais cresceram a partir dos gostos dela. Na altura, ainda teenager a minha irmã ouvia bandas como Gun's and Roses, Nirvana e Pearl Jam (entre outras bandas não tão importantes para mim) e estas bandas permaneceram em mim desde essa altura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os CD's "Use Your Illusion I" e "Use Your Illusion II" dos Gun's and Roses acompanharam-me durante bastante tempo e ainda hoje me lembra as noites de Verão na casa de praia a ouvir a música que vinha do quarto ao lado, o das raparigas, porque só elas tinham rádio. "Don't Cry" ou "November Rain" para sempre ficarão como as minhas preferidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aqui deixo a música "Don't Cry" também na voz da Lusa-Americana "bELA":  (Pode-se dizer que não fica em nada atrás do original):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zRIbf6JqkNc&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zRIbf6JqkNc&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4kf7ZQAAhaU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4kf7ZQAAhaU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se quiserem ouvir algo mais do Rock de bELA : &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/belafanbase"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/belafanbase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-5496089454755406960?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5496089454755406960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=5496089454755406960' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5496089454755406960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5496089454755406960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-cry-bela.html' title='Don&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-3452106168364171374</id><published>2010-02-11T12:02:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:14:10.024Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque me despertou a atenção e não consegui ficar indiferente, porque realmente é uma história que nos choca e nos revolta, "Precious" será o meu próximo filme a ir ver ao cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S3Px_BWv5kI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MQcG4ZjLBkg/s1600-h/precious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S3Px_BWv5kI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MQcG4ZjLBkg/s400/precious.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436955240164222530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precious&lt;br /&gt;Realizado por Lee Daniels&lt;br /&gt;Com Gabourey Sidibe, Mo'Nique, Paula Patton, Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;Género – Drama&lt;br /&gt;Duração – 110 Min.&lt;br /&gt;País de Origem – EUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinopse – A viver no bairro pobre de Harlem, em Nova Iorque, Clareece "Precious" Jones (Gabourey Sidibe) é uma mãe adolescente de 16 anos, negra, analfabeta e obesa, a sofrer de todo o tipo de maus-tratos pela própria família. Inserida num programa de alfabetização para adultos, ela vai, pela primeira vez, conhecer o amor e a amizade através de Ms. Rain (Paula Patton), uma professora determinada a ensinar-lhe o quão preciosa é a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5FYahzVU44&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5FYahzVU44&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-3452106168364171374?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3452106168364171374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=3452106168364171374' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/3452106168364171374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/3452106168364171374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/precious.html' title='Precious'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S3Px_BWv5kI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MQcG4ZjLBkg/s72-c/precious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-7625117050620877600</id><published>2010-02-10T11:23:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:24:20.631Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Riscos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando uma amiga minha colocou no blog dela a música "Not an Addict" dos K's Choice (música da década de 90) veio a mim um sentimento de nostalgia e imagens desses tempos percorreram a minha mente, especialmente do ano de 1997.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1997 foi para mim um bom ano. Sei que já vai longe mas esse ano ficou marcado dentro de mim por várias situações. Uma delas foi o ano em que os "Texas" lançaram o seu single "&lt;i&gt;Say What You Want&lt;/i&gt;", que foi uma das músicas que mais me marcou e na minha opinião foi uma das grandes músicas da década de 90.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Algo mais que me marcou desse tempo foi a série "Riscos" que se estreou na televisão Portuguesa também no ano de 97 e que falava sobre a adolescência e os seus problemas. Para os mais novos que nunca viram Riscos e para entenderam era tipo uns "Morangos Com Açúcar" mas num formato exclusivamente de série (quase à moda americana) e não tipo telenovela banalizada como os morangos (não querendo ofender ninguém).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como todos os fãs de Riscos sabem "Say What You Want" era uma das principais músicas que dava nos episódios de "Riscos" e é por isso que na minha mente a música e a série estão associados um ao outro e boas recordações me dão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5n1mfhFBYdg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5n1mfhFBYdg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somente para recordar aqui deixo o genérico de RISCOS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2B9wzNPmMQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2B9wzNPmMQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E tu? O que te recordas da tua juventude?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-7625117050620877600?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7625117050620877600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=7625117050620877600' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7625117050620877600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7625117050620877600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/riscos.html' title='Riscos'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-6343725945400313717</id><published>2010-02-09T11:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:47:38.085Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>INVICTUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S3FDmC06JdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/V8mMYFLz8Xs/s1600-h/234x341_0_a7f74e34eb040b92d7193276602ecd8d_tmp_f987296cInvictus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S3FDmC06JdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/V8mMYFLz8Xs/s400/234x341_0_a7f74e34eb040b92d7193276602ecd8d_tmp_f987296cInvictus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436200546085774802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Recentemente eleito Presidente, Mandela sabia que a nação continuava racista e economicamente dividida, fruto do apartheid. Acreditando que poderia unir o seu povo através da linguagem universal do desporto, Mandela apelou à equipa de rugby, que fez uma improvável caminhada até à Final do Campeonato do Mundo de 1995."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chama-se 'Invictus' o novo filme de Clint Eastwood. A palavra que significa 'invicto' é o título de um poema do escritor inglês Henley. O texto inspirou Nelson Mandela e ajudou-o durante o tempo que passou na prisão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A longa-metragem conta-nos como a equipa de rugby da África do Sul se tornou motivo de orgulho de uma nação dividida pela questão racial, numa altura em que o país ainda recuperava do apartheid.&lt;br /&gt;A obra conta com as participações de Morgan Freeman, no papel de Nélson Mandela e Matt Damon como François Pienaar, o capitão da selecção de rugby da África do Sul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WV5PhkhUFZI&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WV5PhkhUFZI&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda a alguns dias atrás coloquei um post sobre os filmes de 2009 e comentei inclusive não ter sido um grande ano a nível cinematográfico, pois bem, "Invictus" destaca-se por completo dos restantes filmes uma vez que é uma obra absolutamente fabulosa e com interpretações brilhantes principalmente de Morgan Freeman. Na minha opinião Invictus e Morgan Freeman são os grandes favoritos para os Óscares de 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para mais informações sobre os Óscares 2010 :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://portalcinema.blogspot.com/2009/10/oscares-2010-os-principais-candidatos.html"&gt;http://portalcinema.blogspot.com/2009/10/oscares-2010-os-principais-candidatos.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-6343725945400313717?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6343725945400313717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=6343725945400313717' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/6343725945400313717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/6343725945400313717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/invictus.html' title='INVICTUS'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S3FDmC06JdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/V8mMYFLz8Xs/s72-c/234x341_0_a7f74e34eb040b92d7193276602ecd8d_tmp_f987296cInvictus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-2400617013195391893</id><published>2010-02-08T18:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:05:21.393Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Heartbeat - Nneka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Ouve o coração bater...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deixa-te levar pela sua batida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Heartbeat" é a música que hoje mais ouvi e por não conseguir ficar indiferente ao ritmo da música decidi colocar no blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Numa voz muito africana, num ritmo entre o africano e o pop Nneka surgiu-me como algo diferente e agradável ao ouvido. A não perder outras músicas da sua autoria como : "&lt;i&gt;Come with me&lt;/i&gt;", "&lt;i&gt;Mind vs. heart&lt;/i&gt;", "&lt;i&gt;The unconfortable truth&lt;/i&gt;", "&lt;i&gt;Suffri&lt;/i&gt;" entre outras que só agora conheci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uhJqCkJbLUQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uhJqCkJbLUQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Letra da música “Heartbeat” da cantora Nneka em inglês:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You said you’d be there for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In times of trouble when I need you and I’m down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And likewise you need friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s from my side pure love but I see lately things have been changing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have goals to achieve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the roads you take abroad and heartless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That wants you make another way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You throw stones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see that I am human I am breathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you don’t give a damn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you feel my heart is beating?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see the pain you’re causing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you feel my heart is beating?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see the pain you’re causing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blood, blood, blood…. keeps rushing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now the world is asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How will you ever wake her up when she is deep in her dreams, wishing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yet so many die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And still we thing that it is all about us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s all about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You sold your soul to the evil and the lust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the passion and the money and you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See innocent ones die, people hunger for decades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suffer under civilized armed robbers, modern slaveholders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blood, blood, blood…. keeps rushing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evaded, eliminated, erased, interrogated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our tradition, our love for our fellow countrymen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our property, our resources – our pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you feel my heart beating?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, no, no…. you don’t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tradução para português:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você disse que estaria ao meu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em momentos de angústia quando eu preciso de você e eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estou triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E também você precisa de amizade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É puro amor do meu lado, mas eu vejo que coisas têm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sido mudadas ultimamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você tem metas a alcançar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas a estrada que você percorre no exterior e sem compaixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deseja que você faça um outro caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você atira pedras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você não pode ver que eu sou humano e estou respirando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas você não dá a minima …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você pode sentir o meu coração batendo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você pode ver a dor que está causando?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você pode sentir o meu coração batendo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você pode ver a dor que está causando?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sangue, sangue, sangue …. mantém apressando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E agora o mundo está dormindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como você vai acorda-la quando ela esta profundamente em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seus sonhos, desejando?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ainda assim muitos morrem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ainda achamos que tudo se trata sobre nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É tudo sobre você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você vendeu sua alma ao mal e à luxúria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a paixão e o dinheiro e você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ver os inocentes que morrem, as pessoas com fome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;durante décadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sofrem sob civilizados assaltantes armados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;traficantes de escravos modernos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sangue, sangue, sangue …. mantém apressando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fugidos, eliminados, apagados, interrogados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A nossa tradição, o nosso amor para com nossos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;compatriotas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nossa propriedade, os nossos recursos – o nosso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;orgulho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você pode sentir meu coração bater?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não, não, não …. você não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-2400617013195391893?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2400617013195391893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=2400617013195391893' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/2400617013195391893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/2400617013195391893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/heartbeat-nneka.html' title='Heartbeat - Nneka'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-8480631529237955601</id><published>2010-02-08T10:53:00.017Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:02:18.283Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>The Tiny Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S2_7muBhJVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/WHynFaGd-tI/s1600-h/m_b4ae092deea546c99e7eb31f042018f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S2_7muBhJVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/WHynFaGd-tI/s400/m_b4ae092deea546c99e7eb31f042018f2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435839917867476306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Os The Tiny Room surgiram em Março de 2008. O trio formado por Eurico Barros na voz e guitarra, Catarina Vilaça nos teclados e João Almeida no baixo, compõe canções simples, com sonoridade indie pop/rock. Os seus temas são originais e melódicos e têm o objectivo de não passarem despercebidos a quem os ouve."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É desta forma que são apresentados no folheto informativo da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fnac&lt;/span&gt;. "Procurando sair da sala minúscula" assim se auto-apresentam no seu espaço pessoal, mas para mim, Eurico é um amigo dos tempos do Karaoke, e, a sua música fácil de ouvir descontrai e preenche a alma. No portefólio da banda podemos encontrar músicas como "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; I &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Want&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;", "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Machine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happiest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Felling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" ou "&lt;i&gt;Memories &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Won&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;'t Come&lt;/i&gt;" entre outras novas que ouvi pela primeira vez no dia de ontem na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Fnac&lt;/span&gt; do Sta Catarina. Num concerto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;intímista,&lt;/span&gt; numa sala a fazer jus em certa parte ao nome da banda os "The Tiny Room" deixaram o seu som e a sua essência. Não pude deixar de reparar naqueles que se deixaram ficar na sua mesa depois do café a ouvir atentamente o som &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;melódico e harmonioso. Parabéns pelo concerto, e acredito que a seu tempo sairão da pequena sala e as portas de Portugal e quem sabe do Mundo se abrirão. O caminho será longo e talvez dificil mas quando se faz com gosto tudo se torna mais fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi uma tarde agradável e dia 20 lá estarei no Norteshopping para um outro concerto. Espero desta vez não me esquecer da câmara de fotografar para tirar umas fotos para mais tarde recordar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Próximos Espectáculos :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Jan 2010 22:00 Live Rock Bar Braga, Braga&lt;br /&gt;07  Fev 2010 17:00 Fnac Sta Catarina porto, Porto&lt;br /&gt;20 Fev 2010 22:00 Fnac Norteshopping Matosinhos, Porto&lt;br /&gt;27 Fev 2010 22:00 Fnac Marshopping Matosinhos, Porto&lt;br /&gt;28 Fev 2010 17:00 Fnac Gaiashopping V.N.Gaia, Porto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cultura.fnac.pt/Agenda/fnac-porto/fnac-sta-catarina/2010/2/1/the-tiny-room"&gt;http://cultura.fnac.pt/Agenda/fnac-porto/fnac-sta-catarina/2010/2/1/the-tiny-room&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A não perder uma visita o site da banda :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thetinyroom"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/thetinyroom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rrw.pt/mystical_sound"&gt;http://www.rrw.pt/mystical_sound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-8480631529237955601?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8480631529237955601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=8480631529237955601' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8480631529237955601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8480631529237955601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiny-room.html' title='The Tiny Room'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S2_7muBhJVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/WHynFaGd-tI/s72-c/m_b4ae092deea546c99e7eb31f042018f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-3272134740818762359</id><published>2010-02-06T16:22:00.013Z</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:37:06.862Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><title type='text'>No Horizonte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S22apc4LjPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ihp7UFVEbck/s1600-h/IMG_1274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m running out of ways to make you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you to stay here beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won’t be ok and I won’t pretend I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So just tell me today and take my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please take my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please take my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just say yes, just say there’s nothing holding you back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s not a test, nor a trick of the mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s so simple and you know it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know it is, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can’t be to and fro like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You’re the only way to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The path is clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do I have to say to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Gods sake, dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Gods sake, dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Gods sake, dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Gods sake, dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Gods sake, dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just say yes, just say there’s nothing holding you back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s not a test, nor a trick of the mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just say yes, coz Im aching and I know you are too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the touch of your warm skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I breathe you in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can feel your heart beat through my shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was all I wanted, all I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its all I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its all I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its all I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its all I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just say yes, just say there’s nothing holding you back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s not a test, nor a trick of the mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just say yes, coz Im aching and I know you are too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the touch of your warm skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I breathe you in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Just Say Yes&lt;/i&gt;" de &lt;i&gt;Snow Patrol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-1845923104325264049?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1845923104325264049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=1845923104325264049' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1845923104325264049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1845923104325264049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-say-yes-snow-patrol.html' title='Just Say Yes - Snow Patrol'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-7110488345656647807</id><published>2010-02-04T20:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-09-24T22:32:10.403+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos Soltos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silêncio das Palavras'/><title type='text'>Zumbido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Com um vestido escuro sobre a sua pele clara passa em passos de lã por entre uma multidão de corpos quentes e moribundos que bailam livremente ao sabor de uma melódica música numa sala pequena e perdida nestes confins que lhe chamo fim do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Eu deixo-me ficar de frente para o barulho, de calças de ganga azul escura, uma simples t-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shirt&lt;/span&gt; e casaca de pele preta. Ainda trago comigo o frio de inverno, da neve intensa de lá de fora. Sinto o gelo da neve acumulada em meu cabelo derreter e escorrer por minha cara abaixo, tocam-me nos olhos. Respiro fundo. Uma abafada corrente de ar quente e húmido esbate-me no corpo vindo da multidão. Sinto o cheiro dos corpos e do aroma dos demais por entre um tímido mas resistente cheiro a madeira velha que preenche a casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Dois jovens de olhos pretos e mãos entrelaçadas passam à minha frente, respiram numa intimidade apaixonada, trazem o coração no olhar que lançam sobre o outro. Já não me lembra a última vez que me apaixonei com toda a força, só me lembra o presente e os devaneios sem futuro. Sinto a falta de amar, faz-me frio, faz-me ficar aqui de olhos baixos, sentindo lá longe o movimento das restantes vidas. Triste estas nossas vidas que não recebemos um abraço nestas noites de Inverno...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Gosto de traços pretos, bem definidos, por debaixo de um olhar a arranhar os demais. Gosto do olhar dos apaixonados, de todo o seu brilho, parece que têm o mar nos olhos. Gosto particularmente do toque da luz da lua no olhar. Gosto dos olhos da pequena e bela rapariga que lá longe se faz mulher perante aquela gente. São deveras os meus favoritos porque têm o encanto da menina que foi e da mulher que se tornou. Gosto da expressão que o seu olhar tem quando se deixa levar pelo som da música.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Pessoas continuam a entrar, trazem no olhar o desejo e têm os corpos vestidos de sensualidade. Corpos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;semi&lt;/span&gt;-nus prontos para se libertarem da vida real e entregarem-se à noite e à dança com dedicação e transpiração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Uma multidão me assalta assim que o espaço começa a faltar, deixo-me levar pelo movimento dos corpos. Tocam-me vezes de mais. Sou arrastado contra a parede, bato violentamente com as costas no branco sujo. Fecho os olhos em dor, um tremor me conquista, o peito aperta e me sufoca, a respiração quase não sai, quase caio sobre o velho soalho. Abro e levo os olhos esganados ao tecto, fixo o olhar sobre um grande e portentoso lustre de cristal que ficou esquecido pelo tempo. A casa transpira história mas hoje não há história que se respeite, hoje esta casa é violentada e marginalizada. Hoje esta casa não passa de mero abrigo para jovens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inconsequentes&lt;/span&gt;. Espero que resista. Ergo-me perante os demais e finjo ser forte. Pouso a casaca sobre um móvel encostado à parede e faço-me rebelde enquanto avanço para o centro da sala. Finto as pessoas sem medo e com coragem. O chão estremece à medida que toco na madeira velha. Liberto-me em movimentos que não controlo mas flutuo ao som da música. Mal conheço este meu lado rebelde mas hoje o mundo se cala em meu redor e apenas eu existo. É fácil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;O cabelo longo e liso solta-se num movimento e cai sobre os seus ombros despidos. De braços elevados ao ar bailando-os numa dança suave aponta discretamente os olhos para mim. Não desvio o olhar dos seus olhos, ela não recusa o toque de olhares, e sem receio, avanço em sua direcção. Toco-lhe na respiração, levo-lhe as mãos à sua barriga, encosto-me a ela e quase tocamos os rostos. Elevo-a por entre a multidão, rasgamos a sala em movimento, cruzamos os corpos, entrelaçamos os braços, finta-mo-nos vezes sem conta ao som da música que nos bate aos ouvidos. Sobre a alma se abate a euforia e na tentação dos corpos não há &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lucidez&lt;/span&gt; que resista, quase se descontrolam as emoções, quase deixo de ser rebelde. O seu perfume chega a mim aquando baixo a face ao seu pescoço, percorre-me o corpo num ápice. Quase levo os meus lábios à sua pele mas resisto à tentação e deixo somente a respiração libertar-se perto dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Não há como fingir o desejo e na dança dos nossos corpos resistir ao seu encanto torna-se impossível, a cada passada vejo-me à procura de um sorriso em seus lábios carnudos mas o sorriso está fechado e tímido. Deixo-me ficar pelo olhar que coloca em mim e me acompanha a todo o tempo. Porém, com o passar do tempo um mundo de gente desconhecida abafa-nos no meio da sala e limita-nos os movimentos. A sua expressão facial muda e incomodada avança por entre os gigantes e quase desaparece nas sombras. Faço um esforço em segui-la mas o meu corpo não se desloca com a mesma facilidade. Lá longe vejo-a subir a toda a velocidade umas escadas que dão para o piso de cima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Dou com ela ao fim de alguns minutos num quarto de luz apagada, sentada ao pé da cama, virada para a janela. Entro em passos suaves, fecho a porta devagar e sento-me a seu lado. Numa intimidade desconhecida ficamos ali sentados no escuro e em silêncio a olhar a neve cair pela janela enquanto o chão apenas estremecia ao ritmo da música lá de baixo. Dispo-me de rebeldia e aqueço-a num abraço enquanto ela pousa a cabeça em meu peito. Ao fim de alguns segundos deixa-se cair sobre as minhas pernas e coloca os olhos no tecto de madeira. Quase mal falamos, apenas frases soltas eram proferidas mas só os olhos diziam algo que queria mesmo ouvir. Era o brilho no seu olhar que me cativava segundo após segundo. Ficamos ali os dois deitados, corpos juntos, ela virada para cima e eu para baixo com o rosto pousado sobre um dos braços. Apaixonei-me de verdade e a meio de uma frase que já mal conseguia ouvir por tão cego estar lhe roubo um beijo que ela agarrou com toda a força como se fosse tudo o que desejasse e esse beijo perdurou por toda a noite em nossos lábios. Não descolei os meus lábios dos seus e os nossos olhos não mais se abriram, em seu corpo pousei o meu e a roupa rasgada ficou esquecida a um canto. Batia forte o seu coração em explosões sucessivas até ao momento em que do cansaço adormeceu para logo de seguida eu a acompanhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Não importa se os ouvidos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doiem&lt;/span&gt; ou o corpo se recente. A brutalidade do momento é vivida até à exaustão sem controlo nem limites. Assim, os corpos se unem vezes sem conta numa dança pura e limpa e para lá de tudo que se possa pensar ou dizer, não há palavras que nos possam julgar, porque a vontade que cá dentro vive é o que comanda a vida, sem pesar nem receios, e tudo o que fica ao acordar é apenas um zumbido constante nos ouvidos feridos porque as almas essas saem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rejuvenescidas&lt;/span&gt; e os corações esses saem imaculados. No entanto, é tudo tão fútil que acabamos sempre vazios, perdidos no nosso próprio terror, numa solidão que nos conquista sem pesar e tudo perde encanto ao amanhecer quando dos olhos se abrem à luz do sol e se mostram as verdadeiras caras sem sombras nem maquilhagem e assim as histórias se perdem por entre os dedos e não permanecem para eternidade, não há história que fique para a eternidade, talvez esta casa velha fique para sempre na memória mas o resto esvoaça-se tão rápido como o vento que passa por mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Porém, ela ficou a meu lado, agarrada à minha mão mesmo depois do acordar. Ficou ali longos segundos a segurar-me e eu senti o seu coração bater uma vez mais intensamente. Não tive vontade de ir embora como outras vezes o fiz porque hoje acordei com um sorriso nos lábios e um abraço que aquece cá dentro. O vento que veio de um vidro partido na janela limpou-lhe a cara e abriu-lhe os olhos. Eram os mesmos da noite anterior para minha surpresa, tinham uma doçura que já me esquecia. Deixo um sorriso ao seu acordar e deixo-me ficar, tudo o resto pode esperar, porque tudo o que quero agora é viva-la sem egoísmos. Não lhe espero a eternidade, espero somente estes segundos do seu tempo e da sua companhia, e, com isso sei que serei feliz para toda a eternidade porque comigo levarei sempre algo que nunca mais conseguirei esquecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-7110488345656647807?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7110488345656647807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=7110488345656647807' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7110488345656647807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7110488345656647807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/zumbido_04.html' title='Zumbido'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-7777662259817744016</id><published>2010-02-04T15:03:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:22:12.144Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Cinema 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2009 chegou ao fim e somente agora é que tive um pouco de tempo livre para poder dedicar-me um pouco mais ao blog e aproveitarei este tempo para fazer um sumário dos filmes que me apaixonaram ou simplesmente me cativaram no ano passado ou nestes últimos tempos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, primeiro de tudo para minha insatisfação penso que 2009 não foi um grande ano para a industria cinematográfica. Penso que apesar da grande oferta de filmes a sua qualidade na grande generalidade foi muitas vezes duvidosa e não valeriam a pena ser visto nos cinemas se não fossem o balde de pipocas quentes e caramelizadas dos cinemas UCI em Vila Nova de Gaia. Mesmo assim, como grande admirador de cinema e não muito exigente elaborarei a seguir o meu TOP-5 do ano que passou. Não sou muito fã de listas porque muitas vezes acabam por ser injustas, ora porque um filme que gostamos ficou de fora, ora porque por vezes os filmes podem não ser comparáveis devido à categoria a que se insere ou mesmo porque a altura das nossas vidas em que vemos o filme influenciar a nossa decisão. Isolando-me desses factos descreverei apenas e só apenas aqueles que me tocaram cá dentro com mais impacto não avaliando a qualidade do filme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Filmes que me marcaram em 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Gran Torino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Clint Eastwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- 12 de Março de 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S2rk6mkIXZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/W_i7rbOPIN8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 140px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S2rk6mkIXZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/W_i7rbOPIN8/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434407595811560850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na verdade "Gran Torino" é um filme de 2008 mas que só estreou nas salas de cinema apenas em 2009. Este filme foi o que mais me inspirou em 2009 e fez-me tornar ainda mais fã de Clint Eastwood como realizador. Uma obra prima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Millionaire (Quem quer ser Bilionário)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Boyle e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Loveleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tandan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- 5 de Fevereiro de 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Outro filme de 2008 mas que no entanto só estreou em 2009. Uma filme que nos dá a conhecer uma realidade, o melhor e o pior da India. Uma grande história de luta e de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;vatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- James Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 17 de Dezembro de 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Valeu por tudo e talvez tenha sido o filme de ficção que mais gente contagiou. Uma boa história, com uma bela história de amor. Sem duvida uma grande criação e de grandes efeitos visuais. O mundo criado é sem duvida alguma extremamente cativante e em 3D tudo ganha mais encanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. Up in the Air (Nas nuvens)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Jason Reitman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 21 de Janeiro de 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Apesar de só ter estreado em 2010 decidi colocar este filme por ter sido o último filme que me cativou. Gostei imenso do papel desempenhado por George Cloney. Este filme é uma lição de vida. A não perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Vicky Cristina Barcelona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Woody Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 22 de Janeiro de 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Outro filme de 2008 que somente estreou em 2009. Apesar de não estar ao nível de outros filmes de Woody Alen como "Macth Point" achei deveras interessante. Foi arriscado a junção de um trio amoroso mas penso eu que foi bem sucedido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Noutras categorias gostaria de destacar "ABC da Sedução" e "A ressaca" dois filmes de rir absolutamente fabulosos. De rir do inicio ao fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Para lá desta lista havia um conjunto de filmes que gostaria de ter visto e que possivelmente poderiam ter entrado neste Top-5 contudo não tive a possibilidade de os ver no cinema como é o caso de "Sacanas Sem Lei", "O Rapaz do Pijama às Riscas", "A Troca" entre outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Para além destes, há alguns filmes de 2009 a estrear como "Invictus" que relata um pouco da vida de umas das figuras do século passado "Nélson Mandela".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-7777662259817744016?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7777662259817744016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=7777662259817744016' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7777662259817744016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7777662259817744016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/cinema-2009.html' title='Cinema 2009'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S2rk6mkIXZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/W_i7rbOPIN8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-5251073646735128</id><published>2010-02-04T11:53:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:19:42.172Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Movimento Perpétuo Associativo - Deolinda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S2q5yV_mWzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4rKGZ7F2h4g/s1600-h/deolinda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S2q5yV_mWzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4rKGZ7F2h4g/s200/deolinda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434360174924421938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem, com todos estes problemas e com todas estas desculpas relativas ao atraso do carro fez-me lembrar uma música de 2008 dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deolinda&lt;/span&gt; que acho uma imensa piada: Aqui vos deixo neste &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; o "Movimento Perpétuo Associativo" que na minha opinião descreve em boa fidelidade um comportamento muito típico e enraizado do povo Português que é a teoria do "deixa andar". Embora isto não se aplique a toda a gente acho que neste momento também serve para mim pela minha atitude demasiado passiva no decorrer destes problemas. Não deveria ser assim mas à que fazer pressão se queremos ver as coisas andar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9K86B4v3g8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9K86B4v3g8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora sim, damos a volta a isto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora sim, há pernas para andar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora sim, eu sinto o optimismo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vamos em frente, ninguém nos vai parar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Agora não, que é hora do almoço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Agora não, que é hora do jantar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Agora não, que eu acho que não posso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Amanhã vou trabalhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora sim, temos a força toda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora sim, há fé neste querer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora sim, só vejo gente boa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vamos em frente e havemos de vencer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Agora não, que me dói a barriga...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Agora não, dizem que vai chover...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Agora não, que joga o Benfica...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e eu tenho mais que fazer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora sim, cantamos com vontade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora sim, eu sinto a união!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora sim, já ouço a liberdade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vamos em frente, e é esta a direcção!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Agora não, que falta um impresso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Agora não, que o meu pai não quer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Agora não, que há engarrafamentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Vão sem mim, que eu vou lá ter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Vão sem mim, que eu vou lá ter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Vão sem mim, que eu vou lá ter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; "&lt;i&gt;Movimento Perpétuo Associativo&lt;/i&gt;" em "&lt;i&gt;Canção ao Lado&lt;/i&gt;" dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Deolinda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já agora, para quem quiser saber mais sobre os Deolinda, aproveitem e visitem o site: &lt;a href="http://www.deolinda.com.pt/"&gt;http://www.deolinda.com.pt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-5251073646735128?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5251073646735128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=5251073646735128' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5251073646735128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5251073646735128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/movimento-perpetuo-associativo-deolinda.html' title='Movimento Perpétuo Associativo - Deolinda'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S2q5yV_mWzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4rKGZ7F2h4g/s72-c/deolinda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-4609383767453080415</id><published>2010-02-03T12:04:00.012Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:45:31.818Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Comprar Carro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Geralmente sou uma pessoa calma, penso eu que até sensata, talvez até demais dizem alguns dos meus amigos, mas no entanto, de tempos em tempos algo vira o meu mundo de pernas para o ar e me tira do sério. É o que se tem passado nestas últimas semanas. A culpa... a culpa de tudo isto é que decidi comprar um carro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Humm... Ora comprar um carro não é um problema em si, o problema é estar à espera dele tempos infinitos e sem saber ainda quando o vou receber. A verdade, é que por mil e uma razões o vendedor e o responsável comercial do Stand em causa me enchem de lenga-lengas e histórias de encantar enquanto me adiam a entrega.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim, posso dizer que vai longe Agosto 2009 (5 meses e alguns dias), foi quando me apaixonei por um VW Scirocco 2.0 TDI versão Sport e apesar de saber que tinha prazos de entrega de 3 a 5 meses decidi realizar na mesma um contracto pré-compra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabendo das datas de espera em causa esperei calmamente até ao final de Janeiro de 2010, prazo em que a garantia de entrega do carro dada pelo Stand acabava. Passou a data mas nada de carro, bem na verdade, o carro já se encontra no Stand desde o fim de Dezembro de 2009, no entanto, devido a complicações internas vejo-me à espera da matricula à mais de um mês o que se está a tornar desesperante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No entanto, o que me revolta mesmo não é exactamente a demora do carro mas sim a posição do Stand que não me dá uma data de entrega e pior que isso não me dá qualquer explicação para a situação em causa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao menos, arranjaram-me um carro de substituição o que já não é nada mau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O engraçado é que sempre que eu falo com alguém diferente lá do Stand eles dão-me desculpas diferentes para justificar o atraso. É um espectáculo. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Ah... Tivemos um problema informático que afectou-nos o processo de facturação. Tivemos que instalar um novo software por causa do novo regime de contabilidade. (Bem, e eu digo : Isso demora um mês a actualizar?)&lt;br /&gt;2 - Bem, tivemos um excesso de encomendas no último mês do ano que atrasou a entrega dos carros.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Devido ao novo ano, a DGV só começara a lançar as matriculas apenas a partir de 13 de Janeiro. (Justificação inicial para os atrasos: Comi e calei porque realmente não tinha visto até essa data qualquer carro de 2010 na estrada e inclusive conhecia gente em igual situação. Bateu certo).&lt;br /&gt;4 - Como mandou um carro para abate, o processo desses carros está atrasado. (Bem, o meu carro já foi para abate a meio de Dezembro e já tenho o papel do carro ter sido abatido. Humm, não faz sentido digo eu...)&lt;br /&gt;5 - O processo na DGV de todos os carros com abate está atrasado. (Em resposta à minha afirmação a dizer que o meu carro já foi para abate. Bolas... que são lentos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois tento falar com o responsável comercial e o que me dizem :&lt;br /&gt;1 - Está de férias. (Ok, e quem é o responsável quando ele está ausente? Ou isso fica ao abandono?)&lt;br /&gt;2 - Está com um problema de saúde. (Ok, realmente com tanta dor de cabeça provocada por consecutivos atrasos até eu ficava doente, mas mesmo assim, volto a perguntar quem o substitui?)&lt;br /&gt;3 - Ah, ele hoje está para Lisboa juntamente com todos os vendedores da VW. (Boa, realmente não os encontro não)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, não há paciência definitivamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Seja como for, só peço que os responsáveis mudem de atitude, que sejam honestos e que me esclareçam a situação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Ah... e que se possivel me entreguem o carro ainda hoje... eheh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-4609383767453080415?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4609383767453080415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=4609383767453080415' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4609383767453080415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4609383767453080415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/02/comprar-carro.html' title='Comprar Carro'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-8595344134037168003</id><published>2010-01-31T19:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:57:42.072Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>"Stop 4 A Minute" - David Fonseca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arrojado e brutal, assim descrevo em duas palavras a música e o videoclip do segundo single retirado do álbum "Between Waves" de David Fonseca. Numa imagem a preto e branco muito bem conseguida David mostra toda a sua irreverência, audácia e agressividade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Embora acredite que este tema não chegará a tanta gente como alguns de outros seus temas mais comerciais, eu, como fã de David desde o seu inicio, gostei desta evolução para um novo Rock. Longe ficam as versões mais acústicas de outros singles e principalmente das suas origens nos Silence 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aqui fica o videoclip e a letra da música:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AF9NOWfC4MY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AF9NOWfC4MY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turn it up&lt;br /&gt;Burn it up&lt;br /&gt;Falling down strait line&lt;br /&gt;I see your sin growing in&lt;br /&gt;Heading to the decline&lt;br /&gt;Now we're from&lt;br /&gt;How come I got stuck in a hole&lt;br /&gt;I won't quit&lt;br /&gt;Won't close&lt;br /&gt;Just got out of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to stop 4&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to stop 4 a minute&lt;br /&gt;I think that I've been lost here before&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to stop 4 a minute&lt;br /&gt;I see footprints coming out from the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had you close&lt;br /&gt;Had you most than ever before&lt;br /&gt;I hate dirt 'til it hurt&lt;br /&gt;Show you good love me more&lt;br /&gt;I don't lie&lt;br /&gt;I disguise all of my inner fears&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm stuck in a shred&lt;br /&gt;Like a common disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to stop 4&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to stop 4 a minute&lt;br /&gt;I think that I've been lost here before&lt;br /&gt;Think I need to stop 4 a minute&lt;br /&gt;I see footprints coming out from the floor&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to stop 4 a minute (x2)&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to stop 4(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn it up&lt;br /&gt;Burn it up&lt;br /&gt;Falling down strait line&lt;br /&gt;I see your sin growing in&lt;br /&gt;Heading to a decline&lt;br /&gt;Now we're from&lt;br /&gt;How come I got stuck in a hole&lt;br /&gt;I won't quit&lt;br /&gt;Won't close&lt;br /&gt;Just got out of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to stop 4&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to stop 4 a minute&lt;br /&gt;I think that I've been lost here before&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to stop 4 a minute&lt;br /&gt;I see footprints coming out from the floor&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to stop 4 a minute (x2)&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to stop 4&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to stop 4 a minute (x4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Stop 4 A Minute&lt;/i&gt;" em "&lt;i&gt;Between Waves&lt;/i&gt;" de &lt;i&gt;David Fonseca&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-8595344134037168003?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8595344134037168003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=8595344134037168003' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8595344134037168003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8595344134037168003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/01/stop-4-minute-david-fonseca.html' title='&quot;Stop 4 A Minute&quot; - David Fonseca'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-9172728689558221155</id><published>2010-01-29T16:20:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:01:09.312Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos Soltos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>O essencial é invisivel aos olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S2MMmlDzkjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/C5_mPMJ7fhI/s1600-h/imgDestaque200811101007_633619084722610000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S2MMmlDzkjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/C5_mPMJ7fhI/s400/imgDestaque200811101007_633619084722610000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432199432461586994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(136, 82, 46);  line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p face="'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, sans-serif" size="13px" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;XXI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;E foi então que apareceu a raposa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Bom dia! -disse a raposa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Bom dia! - respondeu delicadamente o principezinho que se voltou mas não viu ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Estou aqui - disse a voz -debaixo da macieira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Quem és tu? - perguntou o principezinho. - És bem bonita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Sou uma raposa - disse a raposa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Anda brincar comigo - pediu-lhe o principezinho - Estou tão triste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Não posso brincar contigo - disse a raposa. - Não estou presa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Ah! Então, desculpa! - disse o principezinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Mas pôs-se a pensar, a pensar, e acabou por perguntar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- O que é que “estar preso” quer dizer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Vê-se logo que não és de cá - disse a raposa. - De que é que tu andas à procura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Ando à procura dos homens - disse o principezinho. - O que é que “estar preso” quer dizer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Os homens têm espingardas e passam o tempo a caçar - disse a raposa. - É uma grande maçada! E também fazem criação de galinhas! Aliás, na minha opinião, é a única coisa interessante que eles têm. Andas à procura de galinhas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Não - disse o principezinho. - Ando à procura de amigos. O que é que “estar preso” quer dizer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- É uma coisa que toda a gente se esqueceu - disse a raposa. - Quer dizer que se está ligado a alguém, que se criaram laços com alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Laços?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Sim, laços - disse a raposa. - Ora vê: por enquanto, para mim, tu não és senão um rapazinho perfeitamente igual a outros cem mil outros rapazinhos. E eu não preciso de ti. E tu também não precisas de mim. Por enquanto, para ti, eu não sou senão uma raposa igual a outras cem mil raposas. Mas, se tu me prenderes a ti, passamos a precisar um do outro. Passas a ser único no mundo para mim. E, para ti, eu também passo a ser única no mundo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Parece que começo a perceber - disse o principezinho - Sabes, há uma certa flor… tenho a impressão que estou preso a ela…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;(…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, sans-serif" size="13px" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Mas a raposa voltou a insistir na sua ideia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Tenho uma vida terrivelmente monótona. Eu, caço galinhas e os homens, caçam-me a mim. As galinhas são todas iguais umas às outras e os homens são todos iguais uns aos outros. Por isso, às vezes, aborreço-me um bocado. Mas, se tu me prenderes a ti, a minha vida fica cheia de Sol. Fico a conhecer uns passos diferentes de todos os outros passos. Os outros passos fazem-me fugir para debaixo da terra. Os teus hão-de chamar-me para fora da toca, como uma música. E depois, olha! Estar a ver, ali adiante, aqueles campos de trigo? Eu não como pão e, por isso, o trigo não me serve para nada. Os campos de trigo não me fazem lembrar nada. E é uma triste coisa! Mas os teus cabelos são da cor do ouro. Então, quando eu estiver presa a ti vai ser maravilhoso! Como o trigo é dourado, há-de fazer-me lembrar de ti. E hei-de gostar do barulho do vento a bater no trigo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;A raposa calou-se e ficou a olhar durante muito tempo para o principezinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Por favor... Prende-me a ti! – acabou finalmente por dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;(…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, sans-serif" size="13px" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- E o que é que é preciso fazer? - perguntou o principezinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- É preciso ter muita paciência. Primeiro, sentas-te um bocadinho afastado de mim, assim, em cima da relva. Eu olho para ti pelo canto do olho e tu não dizes nada. A linguagem é uma fonte de mal-entendidos. Mas todos os dias te podes sentar um bocadinho mais perto…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;O principezinho voltou no dia seguinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Era melhor teres vindo à mesma hora – disse a raposa. Se vieres, por exemplo, às quatro, às três, já eu começo a ser feliz. E quanto mais perto for da hora, mas feliz me sentirei. Às quatro em ponto já hei-de estar toda agitada e inquieta: é o preço da felicidade! Mas se chegares a uma hora qualquer, eu nunca saberei a que horas é que hei-de começar a arranjar o meu coração, a vesti-lo, a pô-lo bonito… São precisos rituais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- O que e um ritual? - perguntou o principezinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Também é uma coisa de que toda a gente se esqueceu – respondeu a raposa. – É o que faz com que um dia seja diferente dos outros dias, diferente das outras horas. Os meus caçadores, por exemplo, têm um ritual, À quinta-feira, vão ao baile com as raparigas da aldeia. Assim, a quinta-feira é um dia maravilhoso. Eu posso ir passear para as vinhas. Se os caçadores fossem ao baile num dia qualquer, os dias eram todos iguais uns aos outros e eu nunca tinha férias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Foi assim que o principezinho prendeu a si a raposa. E quando chegou a hora da despedida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;(…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, sans-serif" size="13px" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Adeus…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Adeus - disse a raposa. - Vou-te contar o tal segredo. É muito simples: só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível aos olhos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- O essencial é invisível para os olhos - repetiu o principezinho, para nunca mais se esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Foi o tempo que tu perdeste com a tua rosa que tornou a tua rosa tão importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Foi o tempo que eu perdi com a minha rosa… - repetiu o principezinho, para nunca mais se esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;- Os homens já se esqueceram desta verdade - disse a raposa. - Mas tu não te deves esquecer dela. Ficas responsável para todo o sempre por aquilo que está preso a ti. Tu és responsável pela tua rosa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p    style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em    style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: italic;   vertical-align: baseline; font-family:inherit;font-size:13px;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;In O Principezinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-9172728689558221155?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/9172728689558221155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=9172728689558221155' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/9172728689558221155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/9172728689558221155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-essencial-e-invisivel-aos-olhos.html' title='O essencial é invisivel aos olhos'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/S2MMmlDzkjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/C5_mPMJ7fhI/s72-c/imgDestaque200811101007_633619084722610000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-5164457263254526787</id><published>2010-01-20T19:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:44:42.724Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Same Mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Toda a gente se transforma com o passar dos anos mas por vezes à algo que não conseguimos mudar cá dentro, e então, certos erros ou feitios são propagados para a eternidade. Dessa forma, e embora consiga viver com os meus defeitos ou feitios, vejo-me vezes sem conta em momentos que não consigo mudar nem esquecer e no fim acabo sempre por ficar a pensar : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Cause I'll just make the same mistake again". &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim, de todas as músicas de &lt;i&gt;James Blunt&lt;/i&gt; "&lt;i&gt;Same Mistake&lt;/i&gt;" é provavelmente aquela que mais gosto porque atira-me para a realidade e faz-me lembrar quem sou. Uma pessoa normal. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para os mais interessados aqui deixo a letra e o videoclip da música :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saw the world turning in my sheets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and once again I cannot sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walk out the door and up the street;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look at the stars beneath my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember rights that I did wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so here I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello, hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is no place I cannot go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mind is muddy but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my heart is heavy. Does it show?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lose the track that loses me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so here I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so I sent some men to fight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and one came back at dead of night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Said he'd seen my enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Said he looked just like me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I set out to cut myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and here I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not calling for a second chance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm screaming at the top of my voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me reason but don't give me choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause I'll just make the same mistake again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And maybe someday we will meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and maybe talk and not just speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't buy promises 'cause,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there are no promises I keep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my reflection troubles me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so here I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not calling for a second chance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm screaming at the top of my voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me reason but don't give me choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause I'll just make the same mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not calling for a second chance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm screaming at the top of my voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me reason but don't give me choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause I'll just make the same mistake again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; So while I'm turning in my sheets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and once again I cannot sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Walk out the door and up the street;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;look at the stars falling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And I wonder where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Did I go wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3c32wBYdU0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3c32wBYdU0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Same Mistake&lt;/i&gt;" retirado de "&lt;i&gt;All the Lost Soulds&lt;/i&gt;" de "&lt;i&gt;James Blunt&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-5164457263254526787?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5164457263254526787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=5164457263254526787' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5164457263254526787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5164457263254526787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/01/same-mistake.html' title='Same Mistake'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-124629454565697886</id><published>2010-01-04T17:49:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:57:26.715Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Poema de William Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;De almas sinceras a união sincera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada há que impeça: amor não é amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se quando encontra obstáculos se altera,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ou se vacila ao mínimo temor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amor é um marco eterno, dominante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que encara a tempestade com bravura;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É astro que norteia a vela errante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cujo valor se ignora, lá na altura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amor não teme o tempo, muito embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seu alfange não poupe a mocidade;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amor não se transforma de hora em hora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Antes se afirma para a eternidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se isso é falso, e que é falso alguém provou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não sou poeta, e ninguém nunca amou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"William Shakespeare"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-124629454565697886?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/124629454565697886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=124629454565697886' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/124629454565697886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/124629454565697886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2010/01/de-almas-sinceras-uniao-sincera-nada-ha.html' title='Poema de William Shakespeare'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-4848331837525417971</id><published>2009-12-30T18:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:19:55.906Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><title type='text'>Simplesmente... Eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SzuY16dTl5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/JckzqAnQbps/s1600-h/IMG_0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421094628463187858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SzuY16dTl5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/JckzqAnQbps/s400/IMG_0789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-4848331837525417971?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4848331837525417971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=4848331837525417971' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4848331837525417971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4848331837525417971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2009/12/simplesmente-eu.html' title='Simplesmente... Eu...'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SzuY16dTl5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/JckzqAnQbps/s72-c/IMG_0789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-1760374735010219133</id><published>2009-12-30T18:00:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:19:50.261Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><title type='text'>Anyone can play guitar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SzuWLbd82kI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fWjG_aJBS_k/s1600-h/IMG_2144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421091699566631490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SzuWLbd82kI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fWjG_aJBS_k/s400/IMG_2144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SzuWB47XZXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FPMZx7dfy2E/s1600-h/IMG_2145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421091535675942258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SzuWB47XZXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FPMZx7dfy2E/s400/IMG_2145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-1760374735010219133?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1760374735010219133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=1760374735010219133' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1760374735010219133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/1760374735010219133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2009/12/any-one-can-play-guitar.html' title='Anyone can play guitar...'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SzuWLbd82kI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fWjG_aJBS_k/s72-c/IMG_2144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-4279917381263478365</id><published>2009-12-21T11:57:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:17:42.708Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Last Christmas por David Fonseca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na minha última divagação pelo blog do David Fonseca encontrei o seguinte video que me pareceu bastante útil. :) Assim faço dele o meu postal de natal para todos vós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;A todos um Feliz Natal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;A todos um grande ano de 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;Bruno Coelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/y845uCcEEAYzgVOQ9Sdq/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" height="358" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Para algo mais podem sempre dar uma vista de olhos em:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt; &lt;a href="http://davidfonseca.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;http://davidfonseca.blogs.sapo.pt/&lt;/a&gt;  ou  &lt;a href="http://videos.sapo.pt/dfonseca"&gt;http://videos.sapo.pt/dfonseca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-4279917381263478365?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4279917381263478365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=4279917381263478365' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4279917381263478365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/4279917381263478365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-postcard-por-david-fonseca.html' title='Last Christmas por David Fonseca'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-3561237097687200125</id><published>2009-12-21T11:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:41:47.832Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>No More Running Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(84, 85, 89); line-height: 18px; font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;It's people scattered on the floor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(84, 85, 89); line-height: 18px; font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool war kids are running out of time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's such a shame to see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's such a shame to feel the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sun comes streaming throught the clouds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dust and dirt are settled all around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hear the same old words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see the same old warning scars,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're out of luck this time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've fallen apart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're out of luck this time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tears are rolling down my face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeds the fear that's running through the stream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And oh I don't wanna feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I don't wanna feel this way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're out of luck this time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've fallen apart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're out of luck this time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more running away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more running away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more running away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more running away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more running away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more running away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more running away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more running away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more running away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more running away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've fallen apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're out of luck this time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've fallen apart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're out of luck this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"No More Running Away" de "Air Traffic"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ozN068aZg4&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ozN068aZg4&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzgNyyYtaso&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzgNyyYtaso&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LMkqGaqnYdk&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LMkqGaqnYdk&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-3561237097687200125?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3561237097687200125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=3561237097687200125' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/3561237097687200125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/3561237097687200125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-more-running-away.html' title='No More Running Away'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-258303796569495651</id><published>2009-12-21T11:09:00.013Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:16:33.304Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Wise up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Todos me dizem que conduzo demasiado depressa, como se tivesse nos ralis, como se tivesse sempre de ir a algum lado. Bem verdade, eu sei... A adrenalina é pura aquando da agressividade imposta na minha condução, quando um carro voa no asfalto ou quando os pneus chiam demais nas curvas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No entanto, a estrada do dia-à-dia não é uma pista de automóveis e nos últimos tempos tenho obrigado a mim mesmo a uma mudança efectiva de comportamento. Cada vez mais ganho o sentido de responsabilidade por ter um carro em meu poder e a consciencialização do poder que o carro tem... Assim, diminuo a velocidade e mantenho a atenção na estrada de forma a ter uma condução segura. A mim me lembra com pesar aqueles que já se foram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim, deixo um video que me chegou por e-mail num destes dias como forma de alerta a todos nós, para termos a percepção de que numa simples distracção tudo o que conhecemos pode mudar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como diz na música "&lt;i&gt;Outra Margem de Mim&lt;/i&gt;"de Mafalda Veiga :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Não é urgente chegar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;o que é preciso é viver.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um carro nas mãos de uma pessoa é como uma arma pronta a disparar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Aviso : Não aconselhável a pessoas mais sensíveis devido à brutalidade e frieza das imagens em causa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-66dd7c1213430816" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before you sign away the deed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause it's not going to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not going to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not going to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Til you wise up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, it's not going to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Til you wise up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, it's not going to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So just...give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2009/12/todos-me-dizem-que-conduzo-demasiado.html' title='Wise up'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-2018724147910655725</id><published>2009-12-07T18:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:05:32.861Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Rodrigo Leão</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fygkc8ygLBw&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-8936708995205458138</id><published>2009-11-06T10:55:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:28:54.424Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Skunk Anansie - Coliseu do Porto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SvQVeHVKtWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yZ6-K6SNeuk/s1600-h/skunk-b849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SvQVeHVKtWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yZ6-K6SNeuk/s400/skunk-b849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400965460232156514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 de Novembro, a data de 2009 mais aguardada por muitos dos velhos fãs que resistiram a quase uma década de ausência dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Skunk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anansie&lt;/span&gt; do mundo dos palcos. Sim, eu era um deles que esperava o concerto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anciosamente&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;O Porto os recebeu em grande, ,e foi com o Coliseu completamente cheio que os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Skunk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anansie&lt;/span&gt; se apresentaram e não desiludiram nem os velhos fãs nem os novos admiradores que surgiram por entre nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Skin&lt;/span&gt; apareceu bem disposta, com a energia e garra que lhe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;conhecíamos&lt;/span&gt;. A sua voz permaneceu imutável, capaz de acordar os mortos com a sua imponência, fez tremer forte o Coliseu e todos nós. A meio do concerto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Skin&lt;/span&gt; arrisca e sobe às grades, ali mesmo onde eu estava, os fãs se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;atropelavam para lhe tocar, para lhe elevar mais alto. Avançou dois passos por cima dos demais e o público vibrou.&lt;br /&gt;Foi sem dúvida um grande concerto para sempre recordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SxAMKk_oNlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/YZ2eLx7JerU/s1600/IMG_0851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SxAMKk_oNlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/YZ2eLx7JerU/s400/IMG_0851.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408836528340743762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alinhamento do concerto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Intro&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;'s F*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Political&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Selling&lt;/span&gt; Jesus&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Charlie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Potato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. 100 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ways&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Be&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. I Don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Want&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Kill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Brazen&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Weep&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Twisted&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Everyday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Hurts&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Cheap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; Hotel T.V.&lt;br /&gt;14. Tear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Place&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Skank&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Encore&lt;/span&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Squander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Swastikkka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Encore&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Secretly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_B9uWjSrzs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_B9uWjSrzs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-8936708995205458138?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8936708995205458138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=8936708995205458138' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8936708995205458138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/8936708995205458138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2009/11/skunk-anansie-coliseu-do-porto.html' title='Skunk Anansie - Coliseu do Porto'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SvQVeHVKtWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yZ6-K6SNeuk/s72-c/skunk-b849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-6568861503352415413</id><published>2009-11-02T10:58:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:21:01.009Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Love You 'Til The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to see you&lt;br /&gt;When you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;I just want to catch you if I can&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be there&lt;br /&gt;When the morning light explodes&lt;br /&gt;On your face it radiates&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape&lt;br /&gt;I love you 'till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you nothing&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to hear&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for you to say&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just take me&lt;br /&gt;Where I've never been before&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to hear me&lt;br /&gt;Catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;I love you 'till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be there&lt;br /&gt;When we're caught in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see you laugh not cry&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel you&lt;br /&gt;When the night puts on its cloak&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost for words don't tell me&lt;br /&gt;All I can say&lt;br /&gt;I love you 'till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Love You 'Til The End" de "The Pogues"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mjtzdummdCA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mjtzdummdCA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-6568861503352415413?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6568861503352415413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=6568861503352415413' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/6568861503352415413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/6568861503352415413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-you-til-end.html' title='Love You &apos;Til The End'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-5619889114399620411</id><published>2009-10-22T11:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:43:19.730+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silêncio das Palavras'/><title type='text'>Fotografia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei o que sou, sei apenas o que procuro e o que procuro é eternizar numa foto a essência de um momento ou de um espaço. Assim, acredito que todos os que fazem parte desse momento são figuras principais da minha obra e eu sou talvez um artista vagabundo que percorre os espaços deste mundo sem hora marcada procurando sempre ver algo de diferente, algo de novo, algo que possa eventualmente refrescar as nossas mentes cansadas do dia à dia, e assim, incutir através do olhar um novo ser em todos nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu novo lado artístico :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://olhares.aeiou.pt/bcoelho"&gt;http://olhares.aeiou.pt/bcoelho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-5619889114399620411?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/5619889114399620411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=5619889114399620411' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5619889114399620411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/5619889114399620411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2009/10/fotografia.html' title='Fotografia'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-7580527716527472432</id><published>2009-08-31T22:51:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:26:29.687Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Albufeira 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SxALraderCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Zkv7L-dEwDs/s1600/IMG_0816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SxALraderCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Zkv7L-dEwDs/s400/IMG_0816.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408835992937212962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em plena noite o mar se fez ouvir e nos chamou para um mergulho... Assim, acabaram as minhas férias em Albufeira. No entanto, tudo começou uma semana antes com um directa, uma viagem de autocarro que durou toda a noite. Cansados, esperamos num banco debaixo de uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;árvore&lt;/span&gt; na praça central de Albufeira (parte velha), mas pouco durou este repouso porque a partir daquele momento não mais houve descanso pois era todo um mundo que nos puxava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cedo o sol nos puxou para a praia, e lá &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;estávamos&lt;/span&gt; nós, eu, o Paulo, a Marisa e a minha irmã Sara, debaixo daquele sol que ardia bem perto de nós. O que nos valia era o toque do mar nos nossos corpos. Vezes sem conta me perdi naquele mar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A noite chegava por fim e lá &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;estávamos&lt;/span&gt; nós prontos para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;viajar&lt;/span&gt; de bar em bar, copo na mão e sorriso maroto nos lábios, todo um mundo de conversas se criavam com os demais, e assim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;criávamos&lt;/span&gt; mais uma história para contar ou um momento para mais tarde recordar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380578261231163330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/Squna8rfV8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Vra-A0pc_Ds/s400/DSC03039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O último mergulho para mais tarde recordar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Designed by Bruno Coelho&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34274793-7580527716527472432?l=mundosesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7580527716527472432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34274793&amp;postID=7580527716527472432' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7580527716527472432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34274793/posts/default/7580527716527472432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundosesonhos.blogspot.com/2009/08/albufeira-2009.html' title='Albufeira 2009'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14959874636576896443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SHSTH4XhU-I/AAAAAAAAABw/8l-YUJnNvoE/S220/040.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrB2JqgFaVk/SxALraderCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Zkv7L-dEwDs/s72-c/IMG_0816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34274793.post-9107248052838720306</id><published>2009-07-28T14:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:59:36.657+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mundo'/><title type='text'>Remember Michael Jackson ( Billy Jean )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Era eu ainda uma criança quando ouvi e vi pela primeira vez Michael Jackson. O som da sua música entrou fácil em meus ouvidos e inevitávelmente ainda guardo em mim as imagens da forma única como ele dançava.&lt;br /&gt;Desde muito cedo que ele se  tornou um dos meus músicos preferidos. Hoje decidi recorda-lo, e para isso, escolhi uma das músicas que mais gosto :"Billy Jean".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene&lt;br /&gt;I said dont mind, but what do you mean I am the one&lt;br /&
