<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971</id><updated>2011-08-12T00:37:10.701+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantinho dos pensamentos</title><subtitle type='html'>Um misto de pensamentos meus e de outros tb q acho q devem ser partilhados ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-3199382631864503542</id><published>2009-04-25T23:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:01:24.834+02:00</updated><title type='text'>turbilhão</title><content type='html'>É nestes dias de chuva que o turbilh\ao desperta. Vem assim de manzinho como quem não pede muito mas exige tudo. Quebra as rotinas e apaga memórias. Desfaz momentos em meros cacos e varre-os sem ter pena alguma&lt;br /&gt;Um turbilhão que entra com força e teima não te abandonar. Teima em ficar, agarrado ao teu corpo, onde outros tocaram e estiveram. Estiveram mas com a tua permissão com o teu desejo e vontade. O turbilhão não. Ele abraça-te prende-te ao aqui e agora do qual só queres fugir. Prende-te ao chão para que não te possas erguer.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que te tentes levantar e ver o que se passa à tua volta, o turbilhão insiste em borrar todos os quadros que dançam a teu lado. A música, essa não a ouves...fuge de ti e teima em não te dar uma única nota. Ela já não é tua.&lt;br /&gt;Foge e escapa do turbilhão meu amigo, porque o meu ainda cá está...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escrito ao som de Maria Rita - Sem aviso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-3199382631864503542?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3199382631864503542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=3199382631864503542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/3199382631864503542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/3199382631864503542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/turbilhao.html' title='turbilhão'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-5846616163171534521</id><published>2009-04-25T22:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:29:05.164+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma questão de passados</title><content type='html'>Nem tudo o que parece bem está de facto bem.&lt;br /&gt;Dou por mim a pensar se vale a pena ou não aproximarmo-nos demais das pessoas. Saimos sempre lesados. Há sempre qualquer coisa que corre mal, sempre qualquer detalhe que não cai bem e pergunto-me - tanto esforço para quê? Odeio a sensação de que alguém que me era querido é de facto passado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-5846616163171534521?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5846616163171534521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=5846616163171534521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/5846616163171534521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/5846616163171534521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/uma-questao-de-passados.html' title='Uma questão de passados'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-4515986322108821903</id><published>2009-02-16T05:26:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:41:16.911+02:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>Voltei à escrita como medicamento já que nenhuma outra distracção me tem ocupado a cabeça. Passaram já 6 meses desde um golpe duro e mesmo assim ainda não me levantei da queda. Foi duro porque me apanhou de surpresa e deitou todos os meus sonhos por terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grito desesperada mas no meio do turbilhão que é o nosso dia-a-dia a voz fica abafada e o meu pedido não se ouve. Anseio desesperadamente por ouvir os sonhos que outrora criavam melodias únicas nos quadros que pintava. Busco desesperadamente as cores que pertenceram, nem que por breves instantes, ao meu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco sem (me) encontrar. Mentira. Eu não procuro porque também não sei como procurar. Fico parada, a olhar para o passar dos dias, e o tempo voa para longe sem deixar nenhuma marca distinta. No meio disto tudo passo os dias a sonhar... será assim tão mau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://groups.physics.umn.edu/physed/People/Docktor/piano%20keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 172px;" src="http://groups.physics.umn.edu/physed/People/Docktor/piano%20keys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Há palavras que foram ditas e que não deviam ter sido pronunciadas, nem pensadas. Houve olhares que se cruzaram e que nunca se deviam ter encontrado, músicas cantadas que deviam ter permanecido no silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Muita coisa devia ter sido feita e outras que tinham que ser evitadas, mas quem é que pode fazer com que os dias/meses/anos voltem para trás?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho um desejo....que o piano toque novamente, e que me chamem ao palco... e que acima de tudo eu tenha coragem para ir desta vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-4515986322108821903?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4515986322108821903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=4515986322108821903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/4515986322108821903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/4515986322108821903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2009/02/uma-reviravolta-inesperada.html' title='25'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-2124765667885013064</id><published>2007-10-07T23:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:40:42.304+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio no meio das notas...</title><content type='html'>Pois bem decidi voltar a escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...com um registo mais pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;As criticas, as novidades artisticas do mundo exterior estarão a partir de agora arrumadas noutro sitio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este será só meu a partir de agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reli antigos textos deixados aqui, ao acaso, ou talvez não. &lt;br /&gt;Reli quase todos para ser franca. O fantástico disto tudo é que me lembro da maneira como os introduzi aqui. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei de alguma forma espantada com a minha habilidade, ponhamos antes assim, de me revelar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há algum tempo que não escrevo algo sério. Algo que seja aplaudido por mim, e que depois de estar escrito eu possa afirmar " Sim senhora!!magnifico...valeu a pena!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não isso ultimamente não tem estado aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos mudar isso ?&lt;br /&gt;Vamos quebrar um pouco deste silêncio que teimo em agarrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vá imagina qualquer coisa...pensa...pensa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Arts/Arts_/Pictures/2007/06/29/pianist460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Arts/Arts_/Pictures/2007/06/29/pianist460.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim do meio do nada lembro-me de acordes que outrora foram meus, mas que se perderam no vago que é o meu dia-a-dia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As redes de borboletas que usara em tempos estão perdidas algures na arrecadação dos momentos do passado. Já não as posso utilizar para apanhar as notas esvoaçantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas notas que tocam e ecoam mesmo quando ando pelos labirintos da minha Lisboa. São aquelas notas que me acompanham, mas que quando as tento alcançar recuam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mistério das notas vai permanecer. Aliás, eu nem uma pauta sem decifrar.Que faria eu com essas notas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-2124765667885013064?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2124765667885013064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=2124765667885013064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/2124765667885013064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/2124765667885013064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/10/silncio-no-meio-das-notas.html' title='Silêncio no meio das notas...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-2530993204624952375</id><published>2007-04-08T17:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:59:52.495+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Feet Under</title><content type='html'>Com muita pena minha e também de quase todos que viam , a série six feet under acabou.Não deixa de ser , contudo um marco nas séries norte amercianas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconselho vivamente a todos : um mundo muito longe do nosso mas que se aproxima de nós  de uma maneira indescritível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYAe0qwg9Yw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYAe0qwg9Yw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX FEET UNDER - HBO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-2530993204624952375?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2530993204624952375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=2530993204624952375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/2530993204624952375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/2530993204624952375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/04/six-feet-under.html' title='Six Feet Under'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-6886668420073674446</id><published>2007-03-13T02:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T02:14:38.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A mala</title><content type='html'>As paisagens mudam à medida que o comboio avança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele olha com espanto e com inveja para o lado de lá do vidro.&lt;br /&gt;Sonha com a possibilidade de um dia alcançar com as suas mãos , que agoram se encontram apáticas no seu colo , as leves folhas que voam com o vento.&lt;br /&gt;A viagem decorre , faça chuva ou faça sol.Decorre a um ritmo calmo e que se torna familiar logo nos primeiros tempos de viagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A aventura começa , não lá dentro da cabine que nos acolhe , não no sonho eterno que torna a paisagem longiqua palpavel , mas na paragem . &lt;br /&gt;É ai que os joelhos tremem qdo não sabem o que os espera , quando o sonho pode chocar com a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;É na paragem do comboio que tem de descer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto será que desce ou permanece agarrado à mala e ao sonho ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-6886668420073674446?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6886668420073674446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=6886668420073674446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/6886668420073674446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/6886668420073674446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/03/mala.html' title='A mala'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-1577209291454770802</id><published>2007-02-26T00:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:35:54.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not just magic...</title><content type='html'>O trivial não me chega. &lt;br /&gt;O cliché dá-me nojo.&lt;br /&gt;E tudo isto porque acredito na magia das coisas simples.&lt;br /&gt;Na magia que anda pelas ruas da minha Lisboa e que pelos vistos apenas eu a consigo tocar.&lt;br /&gt;Na magia que sem mais nem menos me eleva e me faz sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Na magia que eu um dia quero ver reflectida &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;naquele&lt;/span&gt; espelho .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-1577209291454770802?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-8290225232562871455</id><published>2007-02-26T00:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:11:43.719+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Talvez esta seja &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt; música nova...que me dizes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8OO3UFmVObY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8OO3UFmVObY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Feist-Gatekeeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's time to begin as the summer sets in&lt;br /&gt;It's the scene&lt;br /&gt;You set for new lovers&lt;br /&gt;You play your part painting in a new start&lt;br /&gt;But each gate will open another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June July and August said&lt;br /&gt;"It's probably hard to plan ahead"&lt;br /&gt;June July and August said&lt;br /&gt;"It's better to bask in each others"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatekeeper seasons wait for your nod&lt;br /&gt;Gatekeeper you held your breath&lt;br /&gt;Made the summer go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they tried to stay in from the cold and wind&lt;br /&gt;Making love and making their dinner&lt;br /&gt;Only to find that the love that they grew in the summer&lt;br /&gt;Froze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February April said&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be fooled by the summer again"&lt;br /&gt;February April said&lt;br /&gt;"That half of the year, well we'll never be friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatekeeper seasons wait for your nod&lt;br /&gt;Gatekeeper you held your breath&lt;br /&gt;Made the winter go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatekeeper, Gatekeeper, Gatekeeper&lt;br /&gt;Seasons wait for your nod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-8290225232562871455?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8290225232562871455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=8290225232562871455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/8290225232562871455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/8290225232562871455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-7237347129302566204</id><published>2007-02-23T12:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T12:57:55.378+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um acordar novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u82n0e1mgmQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u82n0e1mgmQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grite bem alto quem já viu este filme ?( silêncio )&lt;br /&gt;Constatei que quase ninguém conhecia este filme para grande admiração minha.Não digo com isto que sou uma perita em cinema , longe disso.No entanto este é um daqueles filmes que se destaca , mas de uma forma "discreta" ( contradição ? nem por isso ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há filmes que marcam e este é um desses não só pela sua banda sonora fantástica onde nomes como Frou Frou , Zero 7 , The Shins e Thievery Corporation surgem mas também pelo enredo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marca pela sua história bizarra que no entanto é "touching" , marca pela maneira como é contada e marca também porque nos mostra como se vive outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhamos o acordar de Andrew Largeman, acompanhamos as pequenas descobertas deste homem que durante muito tempo esteve adormecido .Nada melhor do que um belo e esplendoroso acordar não concordam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora pergunto-vos será que ele é o único que está adormecido ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-7237347129302566204?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7237347129302566204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=7237347129302566204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/7237347129302566204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/7237347129302566204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/02/um-acordar-novo_23.html' title='Um acordar novo'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-4471975140261222276</id><published>2007-02-20T22:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:50:25.142+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Corre , por aí...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t45t53CPEN8/Rdtd-EnopQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrg3CEPJvfE/s1600-h/life_down___by_gnato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t45t53CPEN8/Rdtd-EnopQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qrg3CEPJvfE/s320/life_down___by_gnato.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033720329489917186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busca no infinito , &lt;br /&gt;Na pequena gota de chuva que cai agora na palma da tua mão.&lt;br /&gt;Busca nas ruas deixadas ao abandono desta nossa Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;Busca no fumo das castanhas quentinhas que nos esperam.&lt;br /&gt;Busca nos desenhos traçados na calçada , tão nossos.&lt;br /&gt;Confiante e seguro , &lt;br /&gt;Busca por entre os risos das crianças numa manhã de sábado.&lt;br /&gt;Busca no calor da lareira , num olhar de um estranho , &lt;br /&gt;Busca em velhos livros , poeirentos e sós.&lt;br /&gt;Busca no orvalho matinal e do rumor dos pássaros,&lt;br /&gt;Busca sem rumo , sem Norte.&lt;br /&gt;Que encontrarás.&lt;br /&gt;Encontrarás vestígios da nossa história,&lt;br /&gt;Pois corre com o vento em cada esquina, &lt;br /&gt;Todos a sabem e a invejam.&lt;br /&gt;Estando eu ausente ,&lt;br /&gt;Resta-te buscar o nós.&lt;br /&gt;Mas promete-me&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca desistirás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escrito a 22 de Novembro de 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;foto : life_down___by_gnato (www.deviantart.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-4471975140261222276?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4471975140261222276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=4471975140261222276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/4471975140261222276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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que o que é bom tem de ser partilhado .Descobri esta banda hoje... e aqui está a minha descoberta ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xH6weydKy2k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xH6weydKy2k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psapp - Tricycle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-8264670545219190724?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8264670545219190724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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video que já vi</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lH-wuTV8TnY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lH-wuTV8TnY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulwax - E-talking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-5282153294306490210?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5282153294306490210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=5282153294306490210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tepGsIkir6E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tepGsIkir6E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri esta música há algum tempo atrás.Mesmo conhecendo cada batida e cada palavra , ela não perdeu o encanto inicial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bent-Swollen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you in my garden&lt;br /&gt;its more peaceful inside&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need anything else&lt;br /&gt;to make me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You electrify me&lt;br /&gt;And I want to be in your arms&lt;br /&gt;for always&lt;br /&gt;for always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is swollen&lt;br /&gt;Made of the quietest shade of loud&lt;br /&gt;Holds me like an anchor&lt;br /&gt;Floats just like a cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is swollen&lt;br /&gt;Made of the quietest shade of loud&lt;br /&gt;Holds me like an anchor&lt;br /&gt;Floats just like a cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is swollen&lt;br /&gt;Made of the quietest shade of loud&lt;br /&gt;Holds me like an anchor&lt;br /&gt;Floats just like a cloud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-7193328468313414516?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7193328468313414516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=7193328468313414516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/7193328468313414516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u46eaeAfeqw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indescritivel....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-6393115947849727379?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6393115947849727379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=6393115947849727379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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as discotecas com os seus albums de melodias calmas e verdadeiras.&lt;br /&gt;Ao estilo de Elis Regina , mesmo afirmando que não quer ser como a mãe e tentando afastar-se da imagem da mesma , canta e encanta as plateias.&lt;br /&gt;Chegou para ficar esta nossa Maria Rita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jz2cK1XJ35A"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jz2cK1XJ35A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Rita - Feliz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-117088198709152367?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-117062644656247623</id><published>2007-02-04T23:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T11:55:05.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeff Buckley :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since he was the son of cult songwriter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:0ev1z81ajyvn"&gt;Tim Buckley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, Jeff Buckley faced more expectations and pre-conceived notions than most singer/songwriters. Perhaps it wasn't surprising that Jeff Buckley's music was related to his father's by only the thinnest of margins. Buckley's voice was grand and sweeping, which fit with the mock-operatic grandeur of his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:i69gs37ya3vg"&gt;Van Morrison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-meets-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:nsrz28oc055a"&gt;Led Zeppelin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; music.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Buckley began playing while in high school. Eventually, he moved to Los Angeles to study music; while he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was there, he performed with several jazz and funk bands, as well as playing with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:9i6xlfje5cqo"&gt;Shinehead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, a leader in the dancehall reggae movement. A few years later, he moved to New York, forming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=1:GODS%7C&amp;amp;%7CMONSTERS"&gt;Gods &amp; Monsters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; with the experimental guitarist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:xq5a8qztbtn4"&gt;Gary Lucas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. The band became a hip name, yet their lifespan was short. Buckley began a solo career playing clubs and coffeehouses, building up a considerable following. Soon, he signed a record deal with Columbia Records, releasing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=10:7udkylkoxpvb"&gt;Live at Sin-e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; EP in November of 1993. It received good reviews, yet they didn't compare to the raves Buckley's full-length debut, 1994's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=10:osrp288t055a"&gt;Grace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, received. Unlike the EP, the album was recorded with a full band, which gave the record textures that surprised some of his long-time New Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ork followers. Nevertheless, it made several year-end "Best of 1994" lists and earned him a belated alternative hit, "Last Goodbye," in the spring of 1995. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A long hiatus followed as Buckley worked on material for his follow-up effort, provisionally titled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=2:MY%7CSWEETHEART,%7CTHE%7CDR"&gt;My Sweetheart, the Drunk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Originally slated to be produced by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=1:TOM%7CVERLAINE"&gt;Tom Verlaine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, who later dropped out of the project, Buckley finally began work on the record in Memphis during the late spring of 1997. On the night of May 29, he and a friend traveled to the local Mud Island Harbor, where Buckley spontaneously decided to go swimming in the Mississippi River and waded into the water fully clothed. A few minutes later, he disappeared under the waves; authorities were quickly contacted, but to no avail -- on June 4, his body was finally found floating near the city's famed Beale Street area. Buckley was 30 years old. A collection of unreleased recordings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=10:4sd1vwvua9qk"&gt;Sketches (For My Sweetheart the Drunk)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, appeared in 1998, and two live albums arrived during 2000-2001, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=10:qju36jo171r0"&gt;Mystery White Boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=2:LIVE%7CAT%7CL%5C%27OLYMPIA"&gt;Live at L'Olympia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;." ---&lt;a href="www.allmusic.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; All music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fnacmusic.com/Images/artiste/buckley_jeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 390px;" src="http://www.fnacmusic.com/Images/artiste/buckley_jeff.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Um dos artistas mais talentosos que criou melodias que para sempre ficaram na nossa memória.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica mais a letra de uma dessas magníficas melodias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Buckley -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Lover, You Should've Come Over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt;maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But tonight you're on my mind so you never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And much too blind to see the damage he's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Will I ever see your sweet return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh will I ever learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh lover, you should've come over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'Cause it's not too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well maybe i'm just too young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To keep good love from going wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh... lover, you should've come over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'Cause it's not too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well I feel too young to hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And i'm much too old to break free and run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sweet lover, you should've come over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, love well i'm waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lover, you should've come over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'Cause it's not too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hRSHQjYH_A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hRSHQjYH_A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;a qualidade do video não está lá muito boa mas foi o único que encontrei dele a tocar esta musica ... aconselho ouvirem o original ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-117062644656247623?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/117062644656247623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=117062644656247623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/117062644656247623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/117062644656247623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/02/maybe-im-too-young-to-keep-good-love.html' title='&quot;maybe i&apos;m too young to keep good love from going wrong&quot;'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-117027769342349380</id><published>2007-01-31T22:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:25:58.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Afinal a Disney é coisa do Demo</title><content type='html'>Estava eu muito bem a cirandar por entre os novos tópico do Forum quando reparei que um  dos tópicos continha na mesma frase  a palavra Disney e a palavra Satanismo.&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que se tratasse de mais alguma paródia quando vi o link para mais um video no youtube. Infelizmente estava enganada.&lt;br /&gt;Este é o video :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Wud5vSIQ0I"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Wud5vSIQ0I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu pergunto-me : vocês repararam nessas coisas quando eram crianças ?&lt;br /&gt;O nosso imaginário infantil era assim tão precoce que ao ver a capa da pequena sereia nos deparávamos com um pénis ?&lt;br /&gt;Ou melhor ainda que quando o pó se levantava no Rei Leão se escrevi no céu a palavra sex ?&lt;br /&gt;Será que já conheciamos aquele dialecto africana ( ou jamaicano ) que destrói a nossa vida ?&lt;br /&gt;Em suma , será que percebiamos que na realidade a Disney não passa , segundo este homem que se acha digna de nome , um instituição que tem como fim tornar a nossa "sagrada infância" em algo perverso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou fã da Disney, sempre fui.Amo todos os filmes que vi , e guardo com um carinho muito grande aqueles momentos em que eu abria as cassetes e as colocava nos videos.&lt;br /&gt;Ora agora tentando lembrar-me das primeiras vezes que vi os filmes mencionados neste video não me lembro de ter reparado em nada do que este homem falou.Será que é por não ter estado atenta ?Sim porque segundo este senhor a mensagem está lá à vista de todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora vocês também não estiveram atentos ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro-me que cada vez que recebia um video novo via-o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; vezes nesse mesmo dia...engraçado esses pormenores passaram-me todos ao lado, logo a mim que costumo ser uma pessoa atenta aos detalhes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos analisar bem o video e ver em detalhe cada uma das questões que este homem levanta :&lt;br /&gt;"Bruxaria , Satanismo , Pornografia e espiritismo" são estes 4 elementos que segundo este senhor tornam a Disney uma instituição "nojenta".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Pornografia&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;ora bem eu nunca vi nada para além de uns meros beijos entre as personagens das aventuras desta instituição como por exemplo o do Aladin , o da Pequena Sereia, o da Branca de Neve , o da Bela Adormecida. Beijos muito mais inocentes do que todas as novelas que passam no Brasil ( convenhamos ) .&lt;br /&gt;Por isso em termos de pornografia , ups , não vejo nada.&lt;br /&gt;Se ele chama pornografia quando se depara com a capa do video da Pequena Sereia e  (na minha opinião , é uma mera coincidência)  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deduz&lt;/span&gt; ( ou repara ) que a torre do palácio tem semelhanças com um pénis , então convenhamos que quem tem a cabeça perversa aqui foi quem reparou nesse equivoco (logo este senhor muito virtuoso que já tem a "casa limpa").&lt;br /&gt;Logo as criancinhas permaneceram inocentes e a Disney pede desculpa se alertou alguns dos pais mais susceptiveis ( ou seja os mais perversos ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bruxaria , Espiritismo e Satanismo &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;A única lembrança que eu tenho dos filmes no que toca a estes temas eram sempre os papéis dos maus . A bruxa da Branca de Neve era de facto assustadora e aquela maçã era bem tentadora.De facto ela no filme faz um feitiço e envenena a maçã , e o resto da história já nós sabemos.Isso é de alertar os pais ?Eu lembro-me que me encolhia na cadeira cada vez que ela aparecia , mas isso é caso de alerta ?Como é que ele conta a história da Branca de Neve ? " Olha filhota havia uma maçã no chão muito vermelha e muito apetitosa e a Branca de Neve comeu-a e pronto ficou a dormir . Percebeste a moral ?Não se apanha nada que está no chão e também não se pode ceder para a gula"!!Caso de erguer as mãos ao céu e questionar se esta criatura existe .&lt;br /&gt;Agora quando ele começa a falar Pocahontas e diz-nos que significa "espírito invocado do abismo" haja paciência para tanto disparate.Se calhar fez muita pesquisa à volta do nome , se calhar quem sabe não está certo , mas para quem acredita em Deus e em Jesus tudo o resto passa a ser uma heresia certo ? Quem de facto acredita do fundo do coração , não pode acreditar em tarot em feitiços em macumbas , não pode ( isto a meu ver se calhar sou demasiado leiga neste assunto para poder falar disto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. O ultimo ponto do video refere-se à &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;homossexualidade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Se está certo ou se está errado não me compete a mim dizer. Nos EUA está-se a tornar numa situação corrente , em que crianças tem dois pais ou  duas mães . A Disney é uma instituição que a meu ver tem como função contar histórias e da melhor maneira possível . É também a meu ver como objectivo da Disney ajudar as crianças a desenvolverem-se.&lt;br /&gt;A uma criança que seja educada por um casal homossexual tem que lhe ser dada uma outra visão do mundo . Porque é isso que a Disney faz : dar a conhecer o mundo através das suas histórias : daí as duas Minnies e os dois Mickeys . Tudo em nome das crianças .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://corporate.disney.go.com/corporate/overview.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Since its founding in 1923, The Walt Disney Company has remained faithful in its commitment to producing unparalleled entertainment experiences based on its rich legacy of quality creative content and exceptional storytelling."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;table border="0" width="500"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;i&gt; "At The Walt Disney Company &lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;, each of us is responsible for upholding our excellence and our integrity. This means acting responsibly in all our professional relationships, in a manner consistent with the high standards we set for our business conduct." &lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" width="250"&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" width="250"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; - Bob Iger&lt;br /&gt;President and Chief Executive Officer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... quem terá no final de contas a mente perversa : o pastor  ( coff coff ) ou a Disney ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forumusica.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-117027769342349380?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/117027769342349380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=117027769342349380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/117027769342349380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/117027769342349380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/01/afinal-disney-coisa-do-demo.html' title='Afinal a Disney é coisa do Demo'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-117003354988645306</id><published>2007-01-29T03:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T03:19:09.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtney Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love her or hate her she is here to stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hgqKOQ73PyE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hgqKOQ73PyE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hole-Doll Parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vF9y6Bp9op4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vF9y6Bp9op4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hole- Miss World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-117003354988645306?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/117003354988645306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=117003354988645306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/117003354988645306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/117003354988645306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/01/courtney-love.html' title='Courtney Love'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-116976509453985888</id><published>2007-01-26T00:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:49:23.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>quando a saudade aperta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;"&gt;Deixo aqui uma música contagiante que faz bater uma saudade de tempos idos .Tempos em que tudo era diferente e que me eram preciosos. Momentos que não foram acompanhados por esta música mas que no entanto , agora , se unem como  fios de uma só corda...&lt;br /&gt;Tempos idos que guardo , talvez estupidamente , com um carinho imenso.&lt;br /&gt;Tempos idos que não esqueço....&lt;br /&gt;É impossível repeti-los mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;"&gt;às vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Bate uma saudade ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4732/782/1600/276802/beri2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4732/782/320/805611/beri2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;"&gt;Bôa - Get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must try to keep my focus&lt;br /&gt;I know that there is much for me to do&lt;br /&gt;Try to remember what it is I came for&lt;br /&gt;Keep my hopefulness for a different view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must try to keep my focus, and I know&lt;br /&gt;I must try to keep my head together&lt;br /&gt;I might not be there when you need me but&lt;br /&gt;I must try to keep my head down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing dreams can make you lose your way&lt;br /&gt;Chasing love can make your soul fade&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to push you all away&lt;br /&gt;There is something I must do I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must try to keep my focus, and I know&lt;br /&gt;I must try to keep my head together&lt;br /&gt;I might not be there when you need me but&lt;br /&gt;I must try to keep my head down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing dreams can make you lose your way&lt;br /&gt;Sit by me and just enjoy the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must try to keep my focus, and I know&lt;br /&gt;I must try to keep my head together&lt;br /&gt;I might not be there when you need me but&lt;br /&gt;I must try to keep my head down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-116976509453985888?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/116976509453985888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=116976509453985888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116976509453985888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116976509453985888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/01/quando-saudade-aperta.html' title='quando a saudade aperta'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-116958528094381733</id><published>2007-01-23T22:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:48:00.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Filme</title><content type='html'>Deixo aqui um dos filmes que mais me marcou ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQQ26hZvL3k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQQ26hZvL3k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e deixo tb a parte do filme mais comica e mais bizarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EJ2zjqHLBtc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EJ2zjqHLBtc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero que gostem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-116958528094381733?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/116958528094381733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=116958528094381733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116958528094381733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116958528094381733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/01/filme.html' title='Filme'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-116949653343285659</id><published>2007-01-22T21:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:11:22.586+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny little sparks...</title><content type='html'>O tempo passa , mas tem passado a correr esquecendo-me por vezes que é necessário respirar.&lt;br /&gt;Passa e voa.&lt;br /&gt;Os segundos apagam-se e os minutos substituem-nos .&lt;br /&gt;As horas passam a minutos através de pós mágicos e as horas passam a ser medidas pelos dias .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto volto à escrita ( volto ? mas será que eu a deixei ? ).À escrita ... enfim vim divulgar mais uma banda ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Royksopp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.musicomh.com/interviews/royksopp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.musicomh.com/interviews/royksopp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Uma dupla sueca ( se estiver errada corrijam ) com sonoridades frescas e diferentes calmas e ao mesmo tempo com uma batida que nos chama.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui duas musica que me tem acompanhado nestes ultimos dias ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uofx-I0TiOU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uofx-I0TiOU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Royksopp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Sparks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma música calma ...e ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ST2BGQWeOgY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ST2BGQWeOgY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Royksopp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Only this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma música rapida que acompanha em perfeição os nossos passos na nossa rotina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-116949653343285659?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/116949653343285659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=116949653343285659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116949653343285659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116949653343285659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2007/01/tiny-little-sparks.html' title='Tiny little sparks...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-116587198736418030</id><published>2006-12-11T23:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:21:10.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Os reis do insano ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img284.imageshack.us/img284/6629/cedomar20jw.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;THE MARS VOLTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img284.imageshack.us/img284/6629/cedomar20jw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img284.imageshack.us/img284/6629/cedomar20jw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Descobri este grupo vai fazer agora quase um ano .Sou totalmente viciada numa das músicas deles deixo aqui um video da música tocada em Londres ( sim a voz dele é qqr coisa... oiçam a musica original ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/heBvVtp7iGs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/heBvVtp7iGs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote:"os gajos sao os reis do cool/insano"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-116587198736418030?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/116587198736418030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=116587198736418030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116587198736418030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116587198736418030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/12/os-reis-do-insano.html' title='Os reis do insano ...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-116578881091664532</id><published>2006-12-10T23:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:23:43.123+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A próxima peça...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4732/782/1600/752725/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4732/782/320/256020/sky.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixo , não quero deixar.&lt;br /&gt;Não me podem roubar.A visão que eu tenho do mundo é minha e é bela e não deixo que me a roubem.&lt;br /&gt;Amo tudo e todos ( apesar de existirem ódios escondidos , mas guardem segredo).&lt;br /&gt;Adoro olhar pela pequena janela e ver o sol rodar e tocar em tudo.Adoro observar os sorrisos e as cumplicidades dos transeuntes.&lt;br /&gt;Amo de todo o coração cada pôr-do-sol e cada gota de chuva.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro os meus sonhos e não os vou ceder às mãos de outrém pois sei que serão empacotados e deixados num canto obscuro de uma sala perdida no infinito.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou eu com toda a bagagem que trago comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu os meus sonhos , as minhas alegrias e tristezas.&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu e cada olhar que poisa sobre o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu e cada gota de orvalho que colhi.&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu e cada nuvem de algodão que alcancei.&lt;br /&gt;É demais ?&lt;br /&gt;Então deixo-te aqui e parto rumo a um lugar onde eu sigo o meu caminho sem temer revelar os meus sonhos e os meus medos.&lt;br /&gt;Então deixo-te aqui porque se sou obrigada a estar sempre com os pés assentes na terra , nao me vais ter .Tens uma ilusão de mim , um fragamento que , lamento , mas não chega a ser representativo do que sou.&lt;br /&gt;Desçam o pano porque a peça termina aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Esta termina...&lt;br /&gt;A próxima aguarda-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4732/782/1600/275948/curtain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4732/782/320/591909/curtain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-116578881091664532?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/116578881091664532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=116578881091664532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116578881091664532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116578881091664532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/12/prxima-pea.html' title='A próxima peça...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-116578616862039682</id><published>2006-12-10T23:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:29:28.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque não ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4732/782/1600/460320/clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4732/782/320/899053/clouds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desfez-se o sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Não o posso sonhar mais.Numa questão de segundos quebrou-se em mil cacos , tão pequenos e tão incolores que me é impensável , agora, sonhá-lo outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;Desfez-se e eu tinha as mãos atadas pelo medo e nem se quer consegui amparar o sonho.&lt;br /&gt;A realidade é rotina , é igual , é amarga.&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos , esses são doces como  o mel , são sempre diferentes e o que é mais apelativo neles é o facto de serem impossíveis.É um sonho e este é sempre impossível , mas este desfez-se.&lt;br /&gt;O que outrora fora sedoso , límpido e de uma inocência tal , não passa agora de um monte de cacos que estão a ser varridos pela vassoura da realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho é vivido , ou pelo menos deve ser, com a mesma intensidade , ou talvez mais ainda , que a nossa rotina.&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho deve ter a intensidade de um sol de Verão e ter a força de uma tempestade de Novembro.&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho pede alma , imaginação.A alma é tão mais misteriosa e preciosa que o corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Nem todos pensam assim , eu sei , mas não estou para discutir: falta-me força.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas afirmo que o sonho exige alma.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena daqueles que , nas noites de calor , quando olham para o céu estrelado do campo , não conseguem ver para além das estrelas; aqueles que se contentam apenas com um segundo desse magnífico fenómeno onde a noite é visitada pelas estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena daqueles que não se questionam , daqueles que insistem em não procurar respostas.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena daqueles que não apreciam as coisas mais simples e consideradas tantas vezes banais : um olhar , um sorriso , uma palavra dita ou revelada sem nada pedir em troca .&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena ainda daqueles que não sabem dançar na calçada de desenhos ondulantes numa noite de chuva : aqueles que não a sabem receber.&lt;br /&gt;Odeio os corações mesquinhos e as criaturas de pequeno valor , porque apesar de me refugiar no sonho eles estão presentes: é a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Observem um pôr-do-sol , apanhem as gotas de chuva e acima de tudo sonhem ....&lt;br /&gt;Acima de tudo , experimentem sonhar ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-116578616862039682?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/116578616862039682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=116578616862039682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116578616862039682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116578616862039682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/12/porque-no.html' title='Porque não ?'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-116577281095198341</id><published>2006-12-10T19:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T19:46:50.970+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana dos cabelos ruivos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l-HY41H08eo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l-HY41H08eo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é no outro dia dei comigo a recordar os velhos momentos da minha infância através de gravações de desenhos animados que davam na altura.&lt;br /&gt;É triste ver a evolução dos desenhos animados : como é que na altura era tudo tão simples e hoje em dia é tudo tão mecânico ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica um dos meus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old time favourite &lt;/span&gt;" Ana dos Cabelos Ruivos".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-116577281095198341?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/116577281095198341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=116577281095198341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116577281095198341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116577281095198341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/12/ana-dos-cabelos-ruivos.html' title='Ana dos cabelos ruivos'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-116571094885368174</id><published>2006-12-10T02:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:44:23.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De cada gota...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4732/782/1600/967320/46329906.mazegardenschonbrun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4732/782/320/76956/46329906.mazegardenschonbrun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só , deambulo por entre labirintos que me prendem.&lt;br /&gt;  Labirintos estes que se tornam cada vez mais complexos , cada vez mais vazios , cada vez mais escuros e sem cor.&lt;br /&gt;  Entrei sem saber onde estava ao som das doces mãos na velha viola.Passei por sitios desconhecidos que me fascinavam.Passei mais umas vezes pela montra mas não entrei.Vi ao de longe sonhos e fantasias de outrora mas , contento-me com o papel de observadora.&lt;br /&gt;  Ganha-se tanto ao observar.&lt;br /&gt;  Como é que numa daquelas viagens de rotina não fazemos um esforço por descobrir algo novo na paisagem que nos é já tão familiar ?&lt;br /&gt;  Procuro algo novo por detrás de cada curva deste labirinto.Nunca se sabe o que podemos encontrar: é o desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;  É me mais dificil , agora, acreditar em castelos que outrora construi , sonhos que sonhei em vão , sorrisos que não me deram nada em troca.&lt;br /&gt;  Palavras vãs foram trocadas .Vãs...&lt;br /&gt;  Já disse caminho só , sem rumo e sem norte imaginando o que há por detrás de cada curva...de cada galho, de cada gota de orvalho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-116571094885368174?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/116571094885368174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=116571094885368174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116571094885368174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116571094885368174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/12/de-cada-gota.html' title='De cada gota...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-116500048411367099</id><published>2006-12-01T21:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:14:44.133+02:00</updated><title type='text'>de mil cores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nyu.edu/classes/siva/archives/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 227px;" src="http://www.nyu.edu/classes/siva/archives/rainbow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para escrever sobre o tempo é preciso sentir a chuva na pele ?&lt;br /&gt;Para escrever sobre sonhos é preciso estar a dormir?&lt;br /&gt;Não , basta imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;Um cego não sabe o que são as cores , no entanto duvido que não sonhe vê-las um dia.Como tal pinta no meio da escuridão com pinceis frageis , quadros de mil cores...cores de sonho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-116500048411367099?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/116500048411367099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=116500048411367099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116500048411367099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116500048411367099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/12/de-mil-cores.html' title='de mil cores...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-116414865810268084</id><published>2006-11-22T00:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T00:37:40.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta a um alguém que não se sabe quem ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4732/782/1600/158452/DSC01996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4732/782/320/310498/DSC01996.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se tudo não passar de um momento ?&lt;br /&gt;De uma gota de Fado  fatal que não se pode juntar ao Oceano ?&lt;br /&gt;E  se tudo não passar de uma alucinação e a tua mão , que vejo agora delicadamente pousada na minha , se evapora ?&lt;br /&gt;O que é q vai restar ? Será que me vou recordar do teu olhar que está tão perto agora ?E o teu cheiro ?Será que se vai tornar numa fragância inacessível?&lt;br /&gt;E se isto tudo não passar de um sonho bom?&lt;br /&gt;Digo-te já , em palavras meigas e doces , segredando ao teu ouvido : se for um sonho eu não quero acordar.Anseio dormir pela infinidade para permancer aqui.Aqui , ao teu lado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-116414865810268084?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/116414865810268084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=116414865810268084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116414865810268084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116414865810268084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/11/carta-um-algum-que-no-se-sabe-quem.html' title='Carta a um alguém que não se sabe quem ...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-116371910251902229</id><published>2006-11-17T01:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:24:01.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So real ...</title><content type='html'>Há certas músicas que marcam .&lt;br /&gt;É indiscutível a sua marca.&lt;br /&gt;É também indiscutível as memórias que nos trazem as músicas , os sentimentos que elas transportam , a agonia a revolta a folia que estão ali patentes em cada nota .&lt;br /&gt;E a voz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui mais uma música ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs12/f/2006/319/f/d/Seduce_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs12/f/2006/319/f/d/Seduce_by_complejo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Buckley - So real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, let me sleep tonight on you couch&lt;br /&gt;And remember the smell of the fabric&lt;br /&gt;Of your simple city dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... that was so real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around til the moon got full like a plate&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew an invocation and I fell asleep at the gate&lt;br /&gt;And I never stepped on the cracks cause I thought Id hurt my mother&lt;br /&gt;And I couldnt awake from the nightmare that sucked me in and pulled me under&lt;br /&gt;Pulled me under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... that was so real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, but Im afraid to love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you, but Im afraid to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fotografia :www.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-116371910251902229?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/116371910251902229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=116371910251902229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116371910251902229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116371910251902229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-real.html' title='So real ...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-116268967884750471</id><published>2006-11-05T03:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T03:21:18.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>Porque é que quando temos algo nas mãos temos a tendência de a deixar escapar ? De não prestar atenção enquanto caminhamos ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que só quando tudo evapora é que sentimos a realidade como ela é ?&lt;br /&gt;Como olhar através de uma janela tocada pelo orvalho matinal e ver o mundo vivo...E nós ali, passivos...sem qualquer reacção , um mero espectador ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-116268967884750471?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/116268967884750471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=116268967884750471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116268967884750471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116268967884750471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/11/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-116068933460326627</id><published>2006-10-12T23:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:42:14.620+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A fuga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://olhares.com/data/big/82/826774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://olhares.com/data/big/82/826774.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No fim , todos queremos fugir...não é ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fotografia&lt;/span&gt;: www.olhares.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-116068933460326627?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/116068933460326627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=116068933460326627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116068933460326627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116068933460326627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/10/fuga.html' title='A fuga'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-116051944202045071</id><published>2006-10-11T00:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:35:30.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Na noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.1st-art-gallery.com/artists/vincent_van_gogh/van_gogh_starry_night.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Alinhar ao centro" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/gl.align.center.gif" alt="Alinhar ao centro" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.1st-art-gallery.com/artists/vincent_van_gogh/van_gogh_starry_night.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Olho pela janela nesta noite calada e sossegada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo de uma beleza fora de comum viajou pelo céu adentro .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O rasto ?&lt;br /&gt;Ondas que flutuam alegremente juntando o tudo e o nada das pequenas estrelas alá longe.&lt;br /&gt;Ondas que misturam as cores como a paleta na mão de um pintor...&lt;br /&gt;Estranho pintor este não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui muda  de olhos vidrados no céu à espera de mais algum momento soberbo temo perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fico à espera ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;À espera ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-116051944202045071?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/116051944202045071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=116051944202045071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116051944202045071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116051944202045071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/10/na-noite.html' title='Na noite...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-116034088526339837</id><published>2006-10-08T22:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:54:48.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sei tudo e no entanto nada....</title><content type='html'>Sei o meu nome  e o nome de meus irmãos , tal como o de meus pais.&lt;br /&gt; Sei sentir o doce beijo do sol de inverno que insiste em dar os primeiros passos em princípios de outubro.&lt;br /&gt; Sei também olhar o mundo e procurar por cada caminho rotineiro algo novo.&lt;br /&gt; Sei respirar o ar calado da noite de bréu onde os sons ecoam até ao infinito.&lt;br /&gt; Sei voar até alcançar com as minhas ténues mãos as nuvens macias e de uma brancura singular que escondem o Sol.&lt;br /&gt; Sei sentir o corpo flutuar ao som de uma música vibrante , sei seguir as notas.&lt;br /&gt; Sei desprender o cabelo e deixa-lo brincar com o vento num fim de tarde cor-de-laranja.&lt;br /&gt; Sei ainda invejar a alegria das nossas crianças que vão dando os seus primeiros passos no nosso mundo.&lt;br /&gt; Sei de cor os meus movimentos e jeitos.Até as minhas expressões e maneiras de falar já decorei.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto , quando os teus olhos cruzaram com os meus , de tudo me esqueci.Flutuei , largando todo o meu passado, tudo aquilo que sou , quando me cruzei contigo. Como se de um turbilhão se trata-se , levaram-me.Deixaram-me ali , sem passado, olhando nos teus olhos e esquecendo me de tudo.&lt;br /&gt; Tudo isto aconteceu e mesmo assim , agora que penso bem , nem sei o teu nome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-116034088526339837?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/116034088526339837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=116034088526339837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116034088526339837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116034088526339837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/10/sei-tudo-e-no-entanto-nada.html' title='Sei tudo e no entanto nada....'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-116033802720478029</id><published>2006-10-08T22:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:08:36.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandono...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho deixado isto ao abandono , é verdade.Deixo aqui mais uma musica excelente acompanhada de uma fotografia simplesmente magnifica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/035/6/4/The_Suspended_Garden_of_Amyiti_by_DiogoMafra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/035/6/4/The_Suspended_Garden_of_Amyiti_by_DiogoMafra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BENT-Private Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; My heart for now is a private road&lt;br /&gt;No thoroughfare, no heavy load&lt;br /&gt;No slow traffic, no graphic details,&lt;br /&gt;Cold or collisions&lt;br /&gt;No more stories to make me ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you venus&lt;br /&gt;Still you are mine&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to take so much time&lt;br /&gt;In calling me&lt;br /&gt;Just want to be easy like&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow falls in silence and covers the green&lt;br /&gt;Still you can see where the birds have been&lt;br /&gt;Hungry but alive and free, waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;foto by &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" href="http://diogomafra.deviantart.com"&gt;Diogo Mafra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-116033802720478029?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/116033802720478029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=116033802720478029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116033802720478029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/116033802720478029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/10/abandono.html' title='Abandono...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-115664765392394100</id><published>2006-08-27T04:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T05:05:32.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma musica nova ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs10/300W/i/2006/097/b/c/Pink_Flower_by_KristenVoss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs10/300W/i/2006/097/b/c/Pink_Flower_by_KristenVoss.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Férias ...&lt;br /&gt;Para quê guardar as palavras na nossa mente ?&lt;br /&gt;Para quê guardar sonhos e emoções ?Porquê lançar uma rede sobre eles e mante-los presos com vontade de saltar para o mar que os espera ?&lt;br /&gt;Para quê calar o que muitas vezes sentimos ?&lt;br /&gt;Para quê desviar o olhar do obvio ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Férias ...&lt;br /&gt;Muita diversão , muita animação e mais do que isso tempo para pensar no nada... Sim , no nada .&lt;br /&gt;Um vazio constante e pesado ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Férias ...&lt;br /&gt;É bom estender a toalha sob o sol quente de Verão e ficar ali estendida a pensar no nada , apenas com o leve desejo de ver o sol raiar na madrugada do proximo dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Férias...&lt;br /&gt;Um magnifico nascer do dia ao som das ondas do mar calmo ...&lt;br /&gt;Um som distinto que nos proximos tempos não me abandonara...&lt;br /&gt;Um sol azul de perder de vista no qual eu sentia que era livre ...e acabo por descobrir que o sou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Férias ...&lt;br /&gt;As festas , as bebidas , as companhias , as asneiras e os rasgos de alegria pela noite fora...&lt;br /&gt;Horas de sono perdidas , amizades novas , caras novas ... no fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;uma música nova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;photograph : KristenVoss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt; http://kristenvoss.deviantart.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-115664765392394100?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/115664765392394100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=115664765392394100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/115664765392394100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/115664765392394100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/08/uma-musica-nova.html' title='Uma musica nova ...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-115248153538077186</id><published>2006-07-09T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:45:35.426+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Musica de verão ...será ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.concertlivewire.com/jpegs/gigs/imogen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 272px;" src="http://www.concertlivewire.com/jpegs/gigs/imogen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMOGEN HEAP-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh me, oh my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet now in sleepy dreams&lt;br /&gt;To me it seems the only time to be&lt;br /&gt;Just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombarded by the phone, in my own home&lt;br /&gt;Can't get the space that I need&lt;br /&gt;And how I need it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh me, yeah, oh my&lt;br /&gt;Oh me, me, me, me oh my&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I look&lt;br /&gt;When i look at my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh me, oh my&lt;br /&gt;When i look at my life, yeah lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowded by the city, all around me&lt;br /&gt;Need some silence from the loud&lt;br /&gt;And noisy crowds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm trying to catch a breath through the air of death&lt;br /&gt;Can't see the sun for the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Those dirty clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the night has no compassion for your actions&lt;br /&gt;When you're trying to get away&lt;br /&gt;From the hard day, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i need someone to talk to apart from you&lt;br /&gt;But i guess that's just the way&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh me, yeah, oh my&lt;br /&gt;Oh me, me, me, me oh my&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I look&lt;br /&gt;When i look at my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh me, oh my&lt;br /&gt;When i look at my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;No, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Are you out there&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;If so where are you hiding?&lt;br /&gt;I'm having trouble finding you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh me, oh my&lt;br /&gt;Oh me, me, me, me oh my&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I look&lt;br /&gt;When i look at my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh me, oh my&lt;br /&gt;When i look at my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;No, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;Are you out there&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;Are you out there yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Are you out there yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Are you out there hmm&lt;br /&gt;Are you out there&lt;br /&gt;Are you out there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-115248153538077186?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/115248153538077186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=115248153538077186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/115248153538077186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/115248153538077186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/07/musica-de-vero-ser.html' title='Musica de verão ...será ?'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-115221989393773402</id><published>2006-07-06T23:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:04:53.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clã - Problemas de expressão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Só pra dizer que te Amo,&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre encontro o melhor termo,&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre escolho o melhor modo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devia ser como no cinema,&lt;br /&gt;A língua inglesa fica sempre bem&lt;br /&gt;E nunca atraiçoa ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu mundo está tão perto do meu&lt;br /&gt;E o que digo está tão longe,&lt;br /&gt;Como o mar está do céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pra dizer que te Amo&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porquê este embaraço&lt;br /&gt;Que mais parece que só te estimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E até nos momentos em que digo que não quero&lt;br /&gt;E o que sinto por ti são coisas confusas&lt;br /&gt;E até parece que estou a mentir,&lt;br /&gt;As palavras custam a sair,&lt;br /&gt;Não digo o que estou a sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Digo o contrário do que estou a sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu mundo está tão perto do meu&lt;br /&gt;E o que digo está tão longe,&lt;br /&gt;Como o mar está do céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é tão difícil dizer amor,&lt;br /&gt;É bem melhor dizê-lo a cantar.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso esta noite, fiz esta canção,&lt;br /&gt;Para resolver o meu problema de expressão,&lt;br /&gt;Pra ficar mais perto, bem mais de perto.&lt;br /&gt;Ficar mais perto, bem mais de perto.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-115221989393773402?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/115221989393773402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=115221989393773402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/115221989393773402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/115221989393773402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/07/cl-problemas-de-expresso-s-pra-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-115196673213012601</id><published>2006-07-04T00:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:46:32.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O baloiçar ... temos a Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tango-dialogo.de/bilder/dial1kldet.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 157px;" src="http://www.tango-dialogo.de/bilder/dial1kldet.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ao ouvir a batida lenta da musica deixo-me levar nesse calmo baloiçar das notas. Envolvo-me com ela , deixo-a tomar controlo de todos os meus movimentos ... e pensamentos ?Largo tudo e flutuo na sala cujas luzes faziam-se fracas.&lt;br /&gt;Um passo a frente e outro para trás ... acordo... e de novo adormeço nos braços daquela musica misteriosa ...A voz chama por mim , vem segredar ao meu ouvido e chama por mim ... Calma e em tom de sussurro chama por mim como quem pede a Lua numa noite nublada... E neste leve e doce baloiçar tenho-a nos meus braços ... a Lua que há momentos atrás parecia impossivel de alcançar ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-115196673213012601?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/115196673213012601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=115196673213012601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/115196673213012601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/115196673213012601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-baloiar-temos-lua.html' title='O baloiçar ... temos a Lua'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-115179448978797045</id><published>2006-07-02T00:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:54:49.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/782/1600/Michael_buble_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/782/320/Michael_buble_001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MICHAEL BUBLÉ - MOONDANCE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its a marvelous night for a moondance&lt;br /&gt;With the stars up above in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;A fantabulous night to make romance&lt;br /&gt;neath the cover of october skies&lt;br /&gt;And all the leaves on the trees are falling&lt;br /&gt;To the sound of the breezes that blow&lt;br /&gt;And Im trying to please to the calling&lt;br /&gt;Of your heart-strings that play soft and low&lt;br /&gt;And all the nights magic seems to whisper and hush&lt;br /&gt;And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love&lt;br /&gt;Can I just make some more romance with you, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wanna make love to you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait til the morning has come&lt;br /&gt;And I know that the time is just right&lt;br /&gt;And straight into my arms you will run&lt;br /&gt;And when you come my heart will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;To make sure that youre never alone&lt;br /&gt;There and then all my dreams will come true, dear&lt;br /&gt;There and then I will make you my own&lt;br /&gt;Any time I touch you, you just tremble inside&lt;br /&gt;And I know how much you want me that you cant hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wanna make love to you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait til the morning has come&lt;br /&gt;And I know that the time is just right&lt;br /&gt;And straight into my arms you will run&lt;br /&gt;And when you come my heart will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;To make sure that youre never alone&lt;br /&gt;There and then all my dreams will come true, dear&lt;br /&gt;There and then I will make you my own&lt;br /&gt;Any time I touch you, you just tremble inside&lt;br /&gt;And I know how much you want me that you cant hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorusx2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, my love&lt;br /&gt;I just want one more moondance with you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mais uma musica cantada por esta voz magnifica ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-115179448978797045?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/115179448978797045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=115179448978797045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/115179448978797045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/115179448978797045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/07/michael-bubl-moondance-well-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114816671809609704</id><published>2006-05-21T01:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:11:58.110+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voltamos aos jogos de sedução ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114816671809609704?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/114816671809609704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=114816671809609704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114816671809609704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114816671809609704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/05/voltamos-aos-jogos-de-seduo.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114789701062877709</id><published>2006-05-17T22:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:16:50.650+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossibilidades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popclone.com/gallery/albums/BW/trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.popclone.com/gallery/albums/BW/trees.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impossivel evitar algo que já sabemos a partida que vai acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114789701062877709?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/114789701062877709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=114789701062877709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114789701062877709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114789701062877709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/05/impossibilidades.html' title='Impossibilidades...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114711737751965971</id><published>2006-05-08T21:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:42:57.543+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aqui vao as cinco musicas que tem tocado mais esta passada semana por estes lados :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;1&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hooverphonic&lt;/span&gt;-No more sweet music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flunk&lt;/span&gt;-Six seven times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;3&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soundgarden&lt;/span&gt;-Spoonman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;4&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flunk&lt;/span&gt;-I've been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;5&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy Winehouse&lt;/span&gt;-Take the box&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114711737751965971?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/114711737751965971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=114711737751965971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114711737751965971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114711737751965971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/05/top-5.html' title='TOP 5'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114582869038878756</id><published>2006-04-23T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:44:50.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Para quê ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Porquê ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114582869038878756?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/114582869038878756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=114582869038878756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114582869038878756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114582869038878756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/04/para-qu-porqu.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114468966263274870</id><published>2006-04-10T19:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T19:21:02.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke kills ... LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah tal tava mais uma vez no &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" href="http://www.forumusica.com"&gt;forum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e deparei-me com&lt;a href="http://www.antimult.ru/antimults/antitoons/001smokekills/view.htm"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;isto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114468966263274870?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/114468966263274870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=114468966263274870&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114468966263274870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114468966263274870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/04/smoke-kills-lol.html' title='Smoke kills ... LOL'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114462034080996883</id><published>2006-04-09T23:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:05:40.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormy weather in the middle of April ...</title><content type='html'>Quando parece que a tempestade passou ela volta atrás , volta e consigo traz toda aquela calamidade que nós pensavamos ter afastado , aquela à qual pensavamos ser imunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tempestade voltou .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que tenho tempo para tudo e mais alguma coisa vai ser ainda mais complicado afastar a tempestade.Por muito que eu me lembre de como era tudo antes de ela ter aparecido é impossivel construir tudo o que ela arrasou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisto paro... para quê voltar a lutar contra ela ?Que ganhei ?Destruição ?Nuvens negras ?Que mais ?Algo bom ? Nem por isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quê pensar na tempestade ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez devido ao tempo que tenho agora entre mãos.Talvez porque esta simplesmente voltou....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio disto tudo sinto-me incapaz e pequena.Incapaz de fazer frente seja ao que for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paro mais uma vez : para que pensar tanto se me esperamlá fora e tudo o que eu preciso está espalhado por ai ?Não é sentada que as coisas vão aparecer , que a tempestade se vai embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paro e sem receio saio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114462034080996883?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/114462034080996883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=114462034080996883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114462034080996883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114462034080996883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/04/stormy-weather-in-middle-of-april.html' title='Stormy weather in the middle of April ...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114349252224462986</id><published>2006-03-27T22:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:48:42.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The other side of the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu vivo no mundo da Lua , num mundo só meu , um verdadeiro mundo de sonho. Ai as coisas são simples , nada de dramas nem complicações .Simplicidade ao máximo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pa.msu.edu/people/frenchj/moon/moon-15day-2884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aqui fica mais uma música que acho q todos deviam ouvir:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bôa -Scoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Score the lines in a deepening order&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Score them deep just to make sure you told her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Destructive rage, it's just easier to be that way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At least you never have to eat the words you say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I take pleasure in being all alone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I save passion in making it on my own&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will never be, taken by your humility&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will never fall on my knees&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bear the weight of the world as you told her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it weighs heavy on a wounded shoulder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sow the petals on a dying flower&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At least you know that she will stay in your power&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I take pitty, on those who can't see clearly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You take pleasure, in making it hard to see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will never be taken by your humility&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will never fall on my knees&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make sure she's breathing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make sure she's feeling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make sure she's responding to you now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So you can tell her the score&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make sure she's breathing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make sure she's feeling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make sure she's responding to you now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So you can hurt her all the more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will never be beaten by your brutality&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will never be shaken by your stupidity &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pa.msu.edu/people/frenchj/moon/moon-15day-2884.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114349252224462986?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/114349252224462986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=114349252224462986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114349252224462986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114349252224462986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/03/other-side-of-moon.html' title='The other side of the moon'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114315703986025658</id><published>2006-03-24T01:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T01:40:44.593+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos sem nexo a altas horas da noite... frutos de uma mente um tanto perdida...</title><content type='html'>Adorava ter a arte de conseguir esconder o meu mundo por detrás do meu reflexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorava ter a arte de não partilhar tanto as coisas , saber esconder as cartas e afasta-las de olhares indiscretos que por vezes só nos prejudicam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorava também voltar atrás para apagar muita coisa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Bora fazer os ponteiros voltar a trás ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no fim nenhum de nós tem&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mapa... nenhum de nós sabe como chegar lá ... ninguém ... E quem se acha possuidor do "mapa" não passa de um impostor que apenas nos cria ilusões ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final todos caminhamos em direcção ao desconhecido...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114315703986025658?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/114315703986025658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=114315703986025658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114315703986025658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114315703986025658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/03/pensamentos-sem-nexo-altas-horas-da.html' title='Pensamentos sem nexo a altas horas da noite... frutos de uma mente um tanto perdida...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114280414464855786</id><published>2006-03-19T19:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:35:44.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais um clássico interpretada agora pelo nosso querido Miguel Bolinhas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Bublé- Come fly with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come fly with me, let’s fly let’s fly away&lt;br /&gt;If you can use some exotic booze&lt;br /&gt;There’s a bar in far bombay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come fly with me, let’s fly let’s fly away&lt;br /&gt;Come fly with me, let’s float down to peru&lt;br /&gt;In lama land, there’s a one man band&lt;br /&gt;And he’ll toot his flute for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come fly with me, let’s take off in the blue&lt;br /&gt;Once I get you up there,&lt;br /&gt;Where the air is rarefied&lt;br /&gt;We’ll just glide&lt;br /&gt;Starry eyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get you up there&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be holding you so near&lt;br /&gt;You may heat the angels cheer - just because we’re together&lt;br /&gt;Weatherwise it’s such a lovely day&lt;br /&gt;Just say the words, and we’ll beat the birds&lt;br /&gt;Down to acapulco bay&lt;br /&gt;It’s perfect, for a flying honeymoon - they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come fly with me, let’s fly let’s fly away&lt;br /&gt;Once I get you up there,Where the air is rarefied&lt;br /&gt;We’ll just glide&lt;br /&gt;Starry eyed&lt;br /&gt;Once I get you up there&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be holding you so near&lt;br /&gt;You may hear all the angels cheer - just because we’re together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weatherwise it’s such a kooky day&lt;br /&gt;You just say the words, and I’ll beat the birds&lt;br /&gt;Down to acapulco bay&lt;br /&gt;It’s perfect, for a flying honeymoon - they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come fly with me&lt;br /&gt;Let’s fly let’s fly&lt;br /&gt;Pack up let’s fly away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114280414464855786?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/114280414464855786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=114280414464855786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114280414464855786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114280414464855786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/03/mais-um-clssico-interpretada-agora.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114236999306536951</id><published>2006-03-14T22:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:59:53.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meanings while swinging ....</title><content type='html'>Tenho andado meia baralhada , confusa ultimamente .Tanta coisa e tão pouca a acontecer ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Dou comigo a sonhar acordada a maior parte do tempo , adoro fantasiar.&lt;br /&gt;Como ando perdida resolvi ir ao dicionário procurar algumas palavras cujo significado se desvaneceu durante estes ultimos tempos :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sinceridade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-s.f -qualidade de quem é sincero ; franqueza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sincero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-adj- que usa sinceridade; verdadeiro ; franco ; leal ; simples ;natural.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pergunta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-s.f- acto de perguntar ; interrogação; as palavras com que se interroga;algo que exige resposta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resposta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-s.f-acto ou efeito de responder ; solução&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;São estas as palavras que andavam a divagar no desconhecido e para as quais eu não tinha qualquer tipo de significado.Posso não ter ficado mais esclarecida, mas já sei o que exigir pois ja conheço o seu significado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio disto tudo , enfim , ainda há coisas boas ... e uma dessas coisas é a música ... uma constante e com quem posso sempre contar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00029UIN8.01-A1KXXWANEUTUS6._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="399" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00029UIN8.01-A1KXXWANEUTUS6._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Rise Against - Swing life away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up?&lt;br /&gt;Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?&lt;br /&gt;Are we getting closer or we just getting more lost?&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you mine if you show me yours first&lt;br /&gt;Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse&lt;br /&gt;Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live on front porches and swing life away&lt;br /&gt;We get by just fine here on minimum wage&lt;br /&gt;If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here so long I think that its time to move&lt;br /&gt;The winter's so cold summer's over too soon&lt;br /&gt;Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow&lt;br /&gt;And I've got some friends some that I hardly know&lt;br /&gt;We've had some times I wouldn't trade for the world&lt;br /&gt;We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live on front porches and swing life away&lt;br /&gt;We get by just fine here on minimum wage&lt;br /&gt;If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand until you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;swing life away&lt;br /&gt;swing life away&lt;br /&gt;swing life away&lt;br /&gt;swing life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E que tal baloiçarmo-nos numa tarde de verão com o cabelo ao sabor do vento  a ver o mundo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bigada pela música Miragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114236999306536951?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/114236999306536951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=114236999306536951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114236999306536951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114236999306536951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/03/meanings-while-swinging.html' title='Meanings while swinging ....'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114193302155002904</id><published>2006-03-09T21:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:37:01.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to the radio once more ...</title><content type='html'>Às vezes as músicas que ouvimos marcam-nos ou por uma razão ou por outra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvimo-las quando festajamos uma &lt;em&gt;vitória &lt;/em&gt;, quando estamos felizes ou quando perdemos uma &lt;em&gt;batalha&lt;/em&gt; e tudo para nós parece acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As músicas marcam certos periodos da nossa vida.Mais tarde quando ligamos num posto de rádio qualquer e voltamos a ouvi-las lembramo-nos desses momentos de glória ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu &lt;strong&gt;odeio&lt;/strong&gt; que as músicas fiquem marcadas , seja por estar feliz ou por estar em baixo.Não gosto simplesmente não gosto que fiquem marcadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta última semana duas músicas deixaram de ter aquele significado :) e estou bastante feliz com o sucedido [ esta conversa 'tá demasiado &lt;strong&gt;estupida &lt;/strong&gt;para vcs tao parem já de ler sff que vai ficar pior ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "&lt;em&gt;Fly me to the moon&lt;/em&gt;" cantada pelo &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mestre)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sinatra&lt;/em&gt;  perdeu a sua relevância.&lt;br /&gt;Marcou um periodo bastante bom da minha vida e marcou-me ainda mais quando voltei para Lisboa ressacada das férias de Verão.Digamos que vivi muito com essa música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A outra foi a "&lt;em&gt;Comfortable&lt;/em&gt;" cantada pelo &lt;em&gt;John Mayer&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Esta tocou-me quando perdi algo que na altura já fazia parte da minha rotina .Felizmente já perdeu qualquer tipo de significado o que só demonstra que felizmente já ultrapassei esse periodo de perda ( &lt;em&gt;diria talvez luto ?).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo são duas músicas que são bastante boas e que todos devem ouvir nem que seja uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez fiquem marcadas com sorrisos e danças na Lua ou talvez com lagrimas salgadas mas uma coisa vos digo :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; o que seria de nós se as músicas que ouvimos não nos marcassem ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114193302155002904?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/114193302155002904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=114193302155002904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114193302155002904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114193302155002904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/03/listen-to-radio-once-more.html' title='Listen to the radio once more ...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114183522143444673</id><published>2006-03-08T18:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:27:01.486+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me</title><content type='html'>Ultimamente tenho dado comigo a ouvir músicas ou de bandas femininas ( THE DONNAS) ou lideradas por mulheres (HOLE e BLONDIE).&lt;br /&gt;Há uma música que eu adorava poder fazer uma cover que é a call me dos Blondie ... Acho a música um "must"( ui q eu tou tao tia ta a ver ?) e a Deborah Harry digamos que tem jeitinho para a a coisa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLONDIE-Call me&lt;br /&gt;Colour me your colour, baby&lt;br /&gt;Colour me your car&lt;br /&gt;Colour me your colour, darling&lt;br /&gt;I know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Come up off your colour chart&lt;br /&gt;I know where you're coming from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me on the line&lt;br /&gt;Call me call me any anytime&lt;br /&gt;Call me my love you can call me any day or night&lt;br /&gt;Call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover me with kisses, baby&lt;br /&gt;Cover me with love&lt;br /&gt;Roll me in designer sheets&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get enough&lt;br /&gt;Emotions come I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Cover up love's alibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me on the line&lt;br /&gt;Call me call me any anytime&lt;br /&gt;Call me oh my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're ready we can share the wine&lt;br /&gt;Call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, he speaks the languages of love&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, amore, chiamami chiamami.&lt;br /&gt;Oo, appelle-moi mon cherie, appelle-moi&lt;br /&gt;Anytime anyplace anywhere anyway&lt;br /&gt;Anytime anyplace anywhere any day, anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me my love&lt;br /&gt;Call me call me any anytime&lt;br /&gt;Call me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;Call me call me for some overtime&lt;br /&gt;Call me my love&lt;br /&gt;Call me call me in a sweet design&lt;br /&gt;Call me call me for your lover's lover's alibi&lt;br /&gt;Call me on the line&lt;br /&gt;Call me call me any anytime&lt;br /&gt;Call me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah.&lt;br /&gt;Call me my love.&lt;br /&gt;Call me, call me any anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era só para partilhar mais uma música que acho que todos devem conhecer :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114183522143444673?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/114183522143444673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=114183522143444673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114183522143444673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114183522143444673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/03/call-me.html' title='Call me'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114115960935521489</id><published>2006-02-28T22:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:46:49.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'>'Night Mother ... uma citação do filme</title><content type='html'>Eu tenho imensa pena de nunca ter apanhado este filme desde o inicio.Mesmo sendo assim posso afirmar que é um dos meus filmes preferidos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A historia nao é alegre , alias é um tanto depressiva.&lt;br /&gt;É sobre um mulher que resolve "sair deste mundo" , não vou dar mais detalhes .A personagem principal Jessie é representada pela Sissy Spacek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica aqui uma citação do filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Mama, I know you used to ride the bus. Riding the bus, and it's hot and bumpy and crowded and too noisy, and more than anything else in the world, you want to get off. And the only reason in the world you don't get off is it's still fifty blocks from where you're going. Why get off right now if I want to? Because even if I ride fifty more years and get off then, it's still the same place when I step down to it. Whenever I feel like it, I can get off. Whenever I've had enough, it's my stop. I've had enough"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114115960935521489?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/114115960935521489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=114115960935521489&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114115960935521489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114115960935521489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/02/night-mother-uma-citao-do-filme.html' title='&apos;Night Mother ... uma citação do filme'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114108667696039183</id><published>2006-02-28T02:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T02:35:25.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempos estranhos ... mas originais</title><content type='html'>Estes meus ultimos dias tem sido dias mt produtivos no que toca a afirmaçoes bizarras e situaçoes um tanto psicadélicas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui uma das melhores afirmções que ouvi (HOJE):&lt;br /&gt;"É como peder a virgindade no Natal : é bom e ainda recebes prendas :)!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos inserir isto no contexto : os Tool vem ca tocar juntamente com Deftones .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O grupo liderado por Maynard James-Keenan prepara-se para editar um novo disco. Segundo declarações em exclusivo à Antena 3, Maynard disse que vão apresentar o novo trabalho em Lisboa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Este concerto deverá ser o início da digressão europeia do grupo de "Lateralus". Esse concerto poderá estar integrado no festival Super Bock Super Rock que conta com o apoio da 3 e onde vão actuar os Deftones, Within Temptation, Placebo e Korn. Lembramos que os Tool já tiveram em Portugal integrados no OzzFest em 2002. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Este álbum tem como título provisório "Aldaraia", conta com 11 faixas e chega às lojas durante o mês de Maio. Esperam-se mais novidades para breve dos Tool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;fonte : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rtp.pt/wportal/antena3/index.php?article=1819&amp;amp;visual=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;rtp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114108667696039183?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/114108667696039183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=114108667696039183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114108667696039183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114108667696039183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/02/tempos-estranhos-mas-originais.html' title='Tempos estranhos ... mas originais'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114108402622450999</id><published>2006-02-28T01:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T01:55:42.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinguins ...e disney ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Encontrei isto no &lt;a href="http://www.forumusica.com"&gt;forum&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mega.ist.utl.pt/~fapds/i31176402_97295.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PINGUINS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E tb encontrei isto....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/782/320/nemo%20sushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Peço imensa desculpa a todos os membros da associação "Ajudem a procura do Nemo" por este horrivel desfecho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114108402622450999?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114098875150358148</id><published>2006-02-26T22:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:19:11.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Partilho mais uma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/782/1600/MessingAround.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/782/320/MessingAround.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deixo-vos aqui mais uma música que acho q devem ouvir .&lt;br /&gt; Esta música marcou um periodo de mudança e fez me ver as coisas de uma maneira totalmente diferente.Espero que gostem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIA RITA-Mal intento&lt;br /&gt;Mi canto no és más que un mal intento&lt;br /&gt;De alejarte un instante de mi pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasan los meses&lt;br /&gt;Como passa el rumor de un rio&lt;br /&gt;Cambian la estaciones&lt;br /&gt;Y no se me pasa el frio&lt;br /&gt;Sigo esperando&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar una manera&lt;br /&gt;De acostrumbrarme a esta casa&lt;br /&gt;En la que nadie me espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si desejaras entrar un rayo de luz&lt;br /&gt;Y sintieras tán solo una vez&lt;br /&gt;Lo que yo siento&lt;br /&gt;Sabrias que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi canto no és más que un mal intento&lt;br /&gt;De alejarte un instante de mi pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y fuimos por unos meses&lt;br /&gt;Dos ingredientes de una receta&lt;br /&gt;Fuimos dos flores distintas en una misma maceta&lt;br /&gt;Y todo tiene su tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Tanto lo dulce como lo amargo&lt;br /&gt;No hay pena ni gloria&lt;br /&gt;Que un dia no pase de largo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si dejaras entrar un rayo de luz&lt;br /&gt;Y sintieras tan solo una vez&lt;br /&gt;Lo que yo siento&lt;br /&gt;Sabrias que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi canto no és más que un mal intento&lt;br /&gt;De alejarte un instante de mi pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A fotografia é da minha autoria e recebeu uns toques do meu amigo Mafra :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114098875150358148?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/114098875150358148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=114098875150358148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114098875150358148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114098875150358148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/02/partilho-mais-uma.html' title='Partilho mais uma'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114038548738529890</id><published>2006-02-19T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:44:47.406+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Além de me chamar ao palco tem de me fazer perder o medo da escuridão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114038548738529890?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/114038548738529890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=114038548738529890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114038548738529890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114038548738529890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/02/alm-de-me-chamar-ao-palco-tem-de-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-114003119381217758</id><published>2006-02-15T21:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T00:27:14.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anos e anos ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs9/p/2006/009/9/90d933f9f69b6133.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não sei o porquê de todos estes anos de "no conversation" ....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-114003119381217758?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/114003119381217758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=114003119381217758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114003119381217758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/114003119381217758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/02/anos-e-anos.html' title='Anos e anos ...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113984946923005794</id><published>2006-02-13T18:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T17:53:45.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma música ...</title><content type='html'>Ando numa fase de mistura musical ... ando a ouvir tudo(o bom e o mau)...&lt;br /&gt;No meio desta mistura toda ando viciada numa música ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/782/1600/Cold_Mist_by_DiogoMafra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/782/320/Cold_Mist_by_DiogoMafra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Gathering-Broken Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange vibe circles round&lt;br /&gt;Tries to comfort buzzing sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form an arrow point at us&lt;br /&gt;We the target are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place your bet on the best&lt;br /&gt;The fastest horse you can find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop yourself in the grass&lt;br /&gt;Breathe the air at last&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall down&lt;br /&gt;Breathe the air&lt;br /&gt;Through the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form an arrow point at us&lt;br /&gt;We the target are the center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the key lock the door&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes for encore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop yourself in the grass&lt;br /&gt;Breathe the air at last&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;Don't you fall down&lt;br /&gt;Breathe the air&lt;br /&gt;Through the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your peace turn inside&lt;br /&gt;You the target you the center&lt;br /&gt;Find the keylock the door&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes for encore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop yourself in the grass&lt;br /&gt;Breathe the air at last&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight don't you fall down&lt;br /&gt;Breathe the air through the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw:a fotografia é de um grande amigo meu :) ( está um MUST ou melhor ainda BESTIAL !!!)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*-esta foi só pa te irritar.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUBLICIDADE :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-para ver mais fotografias deste meu amigo ARTiSTA ficam aqui os links :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/diogomafra"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLHARES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://diogomafra.deviantart.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVIANTART&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113984946923005794?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113984946923005794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113984946923005794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113984946923005794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113984946923005794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/02/mais-uma-msica.html' title='Mais uma música ...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113978093688134571</id><published>2006-02-12T23:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:51:05.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos meus camaradas verdinhos ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O que é um ponto verde no canto da sala ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;É uma ervilha de castigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O que são três pontos verdes no canto da sala ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;É uma ervilha de castigo e mais duas a gritar "Bem feito !".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;que é um ponto verde em cima de um ponto amarelo no canto da sala ?&lt;br /&gt;É uma ervilha de castigo ajoelhada no milho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O que é um pontinho vermelho na salada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Uma ervilha a suster a respiração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nc mais pus nada aqui pa vcs .... merecem ... merecem :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113978093688134571?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113978093688134571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113978093688134571&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113978093688134571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113978093688134571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/02/aos-meus-camaradas-verdinhos.html' title='Aos meus camaradas verdinhos ...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113965615262192065</id><published>2006-02-11T13:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T13:09:12.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Tabu passou do sexo para o amor ... weird ... but true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113965615262192065?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113965615262192065/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113866931922811402</id><published>2006-01-31T02:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T03:01:59.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho vs. Realidade</title><content type='html'>Sonhar : desprender os pés do solo e voar com as asas q nos foram dadas no acto do nascimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na saida do utero materno foi nos dado esse dom ,  o dom de sonhar .Ver algo mais alem , ver linhas tortas onde só há linhas rectas , ver circulos por onde se vislumbram apenas rectangulos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o  sonhador .&lt;br /&gt; É ser sensivel ao ponto de se mover à visão de algo q nao é perceptivel ao mais comum dos mortais .Nao que estes nao tenham os seus dons e os seus encantos.Têm-nos com toda a certeza , mas falta-lhes a sensibilidade , a capacidade de saber observar e apreciar tudo e nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a realidade , perguntam alguns ?Também não é bela ? Não é a ela q nós temos de enfrentar todos os dias depois de um longo esperguiçar nos lençois ainda quentes e convidativos ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim  , é bela .Mas é uma beleza que nao criamos .Uma beleza que nos é apresentada todos os dias e à qual nao podemos moldar ao nosso gosto .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a diferença entre a realidade e o sonho:o acto de a poder ou nao moldar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A realidade é bela : observem as pequenas gotas de orvalho matinal nas pequenas folhas de meras ervas daninhas sob os primeiros raios de sol matinais , observem os flocos de neve* a cairem no nosso rosto , não é tudo isto belo ? e no entanto bem real ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vos deixo mais uma musica que me faz sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead-Sail to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sucked the moon&lt;br /&gt;I spoke too soon&lt;br /&gt;And how much did it cost?&lt;br /&gt;I was dropped from&lt;br /&gt;Moonbeams&lt;br /&gt;And sailed on shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll&lt;br /&gt;Be president&lt;br /&gt;But know right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;Or in the flood&lt;br /&gt;You'll build an Ark&lt;br /&gt;And sail us to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Sail us to the moonSail us to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Sail us to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*- sim ontem nevou em Lisboa ... e nao foi simplesment soberbo ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113866931922811402?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113866931922811402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113866931922811402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113866931922811402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113866931922811402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/01/sonho-vs-realidade.html' title='Sonho vs. Realidade'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113857609514168589</id><published>2006-01-30T01:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T01:08:15.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIKAMARU &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;quem és tu ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113857609514168589?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113857609514168589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113857609514168589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113857609514168589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113857609514168589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/01/shikamaru-quem-s-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113780135090860835</id><published>2006-01-21T01:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T01:58:29.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenas coisas</title><content type='html'>Ao som da guitarra percorro as minhas memórias .São tantas e tão diversas e mesmo assim conseguem prender-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao som daquelas cordas cujos dedos sábios acariciam penso.Nada concreto .Estranho?&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-me levar nas notas que navegam nas ondas dos sons diversos que flutuam pela sala onde me encontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As notas dão-nos a descobrir um paradoxo : o tudo e o nada .&lt;br /&gt;O tudo porque nos consegue levar para sitios distantes com que nunca sonhamos e o nada porque revela o poder da musica , esse poder que nunca vamos conseguir controlar, que nunca vamos ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos vários e um tanto sem nexo percorrem a minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São estes momentos que passam despercebidos a todos , mas que a mim não.&lt;br /&gt;Não digo que sou diferente , nem que sou privilegiada ...nada disso .&lt;br /&gt;Digo apenas que reparo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tavez por questionar tudo.Hoje disseram m que eu questiono &lt;strong&gt;tudo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que outra maneira há de apreender as coisas ? Que outra maneira há de as sentir ?De as viver ? pelo menos é esta a minha maneira de ver as coisas.Estranho ? Para mim não .... mas claro para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No outro dia tava no transito ( viva à hora de ponta nas grandes cidades!!) e olhei pela janela e reparei na lua .Ainda era de dia mas a lua ja tinha aparecido.Estava por detras de uma arvore nua ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dava tudo para ter uma maquina comigo naquele instante .Queria ter registado aquele "quadro".Sim , porque parecia um quadro digno de um grande museu.Contudo nao estava "armada" e como tal guardo a imagem apenas na minha memória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguem ligou , acho que o som das buzinas distraia os condutores , e se calhar eles também nao queriam saber .Estão cheios de uma vida mediocre que não tem cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incolor é assim a vida destas pessoas ,pelo menos seria essa a cor da minha vida s eu nao reparasse nestas pequenas coisas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequenas coisas ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*escrito ao som de Carlos Paredes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113780135090860835?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113780135090860835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113780135090860835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113780135090860835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113780135090860835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/01/pequenas-coisas.html' title='Pequenas coisas'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113692924529676570</id><published>2006-01-10T23:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T23:40:45.323+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote do forumusica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Não possuo tudo que amo, mas amo tudo que possuo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113692924529676570?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113692924529676570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113692924529676570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113692924529676570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113692924529676570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/01/quote-do-forumusica.html' title='Quote do forumusica'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113632702294995550</id><published>2006-01-04T00:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:27:59.250+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Só queria partilhar...</title><content type='html'>Hoje vi uma entrevista com a Maria Rita :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-Como se descreve como interprete ?&lt;br /&gt;-Apaixonada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amei esta resposta achei-a simplesmente soberba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirem daqui todas as possiveis associaçoes ao "amor" , não é por ai que eu queria entrar.&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo uma interpretação mais poética da resposta que ela nos deu podiamos dizer q ela é apaixonada pela vida.A filosofia dela é viver a vida de uma maneira intensa.Será?Intensidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa que eu achei fantástica foi a maneira como ela mencionou um novo "namoro":&lt;br /&gt;"-Pintou um sorriso"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela descrevia a sua música de uma maneira que eu nunca tinha visto nenhum cantor ( mesmo aqueles que se acham grandes compositores [atenção ela é uma "mera" interprete])falar assim das suas músicas/composições.Ela está claramente "&lt;em&gt;apaixonada&lt;/em&gt;"pela música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei soberba a entrevista e de certa maneira marcou-me e tinha q partilhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela mencionou a meio da entrevista uma música que está no seu novo cd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Casa Pré-fabricada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de:Marcelo Camelo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abre os teus armários&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu estou a te esperar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para ver deitar o sol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sob os teus braços castos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cobre a culpa vã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;até amanhã eu vou ficar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e fazer do teu sorriso um abrigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canta que é no canto que eu vou chegar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canta o teu encanto que é pra me encanta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canta para mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;qualquer coisa assim sobre você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que explique a minha paz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tristeza nunca mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vale o meu pranto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que esse canto em solidão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nessa espera o mundo gira em linhas tortas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abre essa janela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;primavera quer entrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra fazer da nossa voz uma só nota.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canto que é de canto que eu vou chegar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canto e toco um tanto que é pra te encantar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canto para mim qualquer coisa assim sobre você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que explique a minha paz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tristeza nunca mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113632702294995550?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113632702294995550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113632702294995550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113632702294995550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113632702294995550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2006/01/s-queria-partilhar.html' title='Só queria partilhar...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113571277599675190</id><published>2005-12-27T21:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T21:52:34.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ALANIS MORISSETTE- You oughta know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/1024/bwflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/400/bwflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to know, that I am happy for you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you both&lt;br /&gt;An older version of me&lt;br /&gt;Is she perverted like me?&lt;br /&gt;Would she go down on you in a theater?&lt;br /&gt;Does she speak eloquently&lt;br /&gt;And would she have your baby?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the love that you gave that we made&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't able to make it enough for you&lt;br /&gt;To be open wide, No&lt;br /&gt;And every time you speak her name&lt;br /&gt;Does she know how you told me&lt;br /&gt;You'd hold me until you died&lt;br /&gt;Till you died, but you're still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm here, to remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair, to deny me&lt;br /&gt;Of the cross I bear that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you oughta know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem very well, things look peaceful&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget about me, Mr. Duplicity?&lt;br /&gt;I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner&lt;br /&gt;It was a slap in the face&lt;br /&gt;How quickly I was replaced&lt;br /&gt;And are you thinking of me when you f... her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... aah... ahh... ahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the joke that you laid in the bed&lt;br /&gt;That was me and I'm not gonna fade&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you close your eyes, and you know it&lt;br /&gt;And every time I scratch my nails&lt;br /&gt;Down someone else's back I hope you feel it&lt;br /&gt;Well, can you feel it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113571277599675190?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113571277599675190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113571277599675190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113571277599675190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113571277599675190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/12/alanis-morissette-you-oughta-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113554351715300478</id><published>2005-12-25T22:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:00:26.233+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Melting while being covered by rain ...a beam of light ?</title><content type='html'>Eu sei que é inverno e cmo tal tá frio .&lt;br /&gt;Hoje dei por mim a pensar em tudo e em nada e constatei que ha pessoas que vivem so o inverno e esse inverno dura o ano todo ...São frias .... simplesmente geladas .&lt;br /&gt;O pior é que tem sempre uma explicaçao para todos os seus comportamentos gelados , calculados e controlados.&lt;br /&gt;Embora calculados essas pessoas sao para mim um mistério .&lt;br /&gt;Parecem maquinas que não sabem ser calorosas e oferecer sorrisos , abraços... não é tão facil oferecer estas coisas? Não são simples ?&lt;br /&gt;Estranho ... Não as entendo , e acho que nunca as entenderei por muitos argumentos que me apresentem .Se calhar nao é nao as entender mas sim nao as querer entender com medo de ficar gelada como a pedra que esta la fora ao sabor da chuva e do vento ... completamente fria e desagradavel ( amarga talvez ?).&lt;br /&gt;Caso para perguntar a essas "pedras" "Vai um pedaço de sol para aquecerem ?"&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/1024/raindrops.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/400/raindrops.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Partilho agora com vocês uma música do John Mayer : Covered in rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These days with the world gettin colder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She spends more time sleeping over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Than I planned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight we're gonna order in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drinkin wine and watchin CNN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It dark I know but then again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the brightest thing I've got&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm covered in rain, rain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm covered in rain, rain, rain, rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I'm covered in rain, rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Covered in rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From fireworks to fireplaces,Summer stole what fall replaces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now we're people watching &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the people people watching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You and I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standing by the missing signs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the CVS, by the checkout line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You put your tiny hands in mine,cause your the brightest thing I've got&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Not sure if their right)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it's alright if you don't wanna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go home and it's alright,If you don't wanna be alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now,Now it's alright if you don't wanna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go home,I understandI understand, I understand,By now now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113554351715300478?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113554351715300478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113554351715300478&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113554351715300478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113554351715300478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/12/melting-while-being-covered-by-rain.html' title='Melting while being covered by rain ...a beam of light ?'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113502428202214252</id><published>2005-12-19T22:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:31:22.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simply Meaningless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113502428202214252?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113502428202214252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113502428202214252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113502428202214252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113502428202214252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/12/simply-meaningless.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113390770792591664</id><published>2005-12-06T23:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T00:21:48.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup"</title><content type='html'>Tudo o que é bom é efémero ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É algo que custa a acreditar , mas é um facto.Um exemplo fácil :o chocolate. Este derrete - s logo e o prazer que temos ao saborea-lo dura uns meros segundos ... são segundos "felizes" mas que duram pouco tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esta filosofia está presente em tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os momentos mais coloridos voam por nós e quando olhamos para trás temos pena de não poder fazer um "replay".Agora entendo a razão de ser dos diários :são pequenos livros onde as cores são descritas em toda a sua beleza e podemos "vivê-las" outra vez.Claro que desta vez já não sentimos um calafrio na espinha , nem "butterflies in the stomach" , mas sentimo-nos presentes , ou seja , revemo-nos nesses momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um arco-iris com fendas escuras , mas ,no fim, entre tantas cores , estas não se destacam .Ficam apenas ali a marcar presença.Claro que há umas maiores do que outras , mas no fim não se notam .... no fim temos apenas o efeito da luz branca a segmentar-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo é efémero "once again".Mas sabe bem nao poder reviver tudo outra vez ... Seria uma rotina , e nada pior do que uma rotina .As cores desvaneciam e tornavam-se incolores e e quase inexistentes.O arco-iris deixava de ser sólido e passava a poeira .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada pior que poeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que devemos desejar esta efemeridade?&lt;br /&gt;Acho que sim , mas este sim não é um sim seguro .Nada dura , as velas só tão acesas enquanto houver pavio .Se calhar o que falta para os momentos durarem mais é esse "pavio".Será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final o que interessa realmente é viver esses momentos :live life to the fullest...right ? ( may be not .. I'm not sure ) fazer da vida um arco-iris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazer da vida um arco-íris.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113390770792591664?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113390770792591664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113390770792591664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113390770792591664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113390770792591664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/12/words-are-flowing-out-like-endless.html' title='&quot;Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup&quot;'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113390118635317395</id><published>2005-12-06T22:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:48:18.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples e soberbas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/1024/DSC00411.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/400/DSC00411.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algumas das melhores e mais simples coisas da vida:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sair à rua logo pela manhã e ouvir o silêncio à medida que os raios de sol começam a inundar o céu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Esquecer o guarda-chuva em casa de proposito , sentir as gotas da chuva a acariciar o rosto e olhar para o céu cinzento de braços abertos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Sentir o cheiro das torradas pela manhã &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Sentir o cheiro da chuva enquanto pedalamos languidamente pelo campo numa bicicleta simples sm porquês nem historias ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ao acordar colocar um quadradinho de chocolate na boca e voltar para a cama para o saborear ao máximo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Dar um sorriso a alguém( * )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-À noite olhar pela janela e apreciar o bréu da noite .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Acordar a meio da noite ainda meio atordoado com o pesadelo que tivemos ou pelo cansaço e sentarmo-nos no parapeito e ouvir o silêncio da noite .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Oferecer algo feito por nós a alguém que é apanhado de surpresa ...no fundo fazer uma surpresa ... por mais pequena que seja.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Ter na mesa de cabeceira um companheiro fiel : um bom livro que nos prenda e nos faça viajar por mundos que até então nos eram desconhecidos .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*)-&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;sim podemos dar sorrisos ... é uma arte que nada tem de complicado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113390118635317395?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113390118635317395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113390118635317395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113390118635317395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113390118635317395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/12/simples-e-soberbas_06.html' title='Simples e soberbas'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113382347972166887</id><published>2005-12-06T00:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T00:57:59.750+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams on a sunbeam</title><content type='html'>Eu adoro sonhar acordada . Tenho uma imaginaçao mt fertil e adoro sonhar acordada.Sinto m livre ao sonhar acordada...acho que todos sentimos nao é verdade ?&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto me pq nao temos esse sentimento no dia a dia ?alguem sabe ?S souberem avisem ... era algo que eu gostava realment de saber ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar acordada é tao bom , s nc experimentaram tentei ....&lt;br /&gt;Mas cuidado para nao baralhar as coisas ... quando se sonha mt .. principalment acordada temos a pessima tendencia de misturar a realidade com os sonhos... é um tendencia infelizmente inevitavel ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o q vale é q de vez em quando somos "acordados".Dão nos um abanão e acordamos logo .Olhamos para trás e temos pena de não podermos continuar a sonhar , e voltamos as velhas rotinas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotinas ...hmm ... será entao para evitar a rotina que sonhamos acordados ?nao sei ... nao tenho respostas ... so tenho perguntas ... perguntas e mais perguntas ... às quais nao tenho respostas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que as vou ter ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back :sonhar ... e o q é q contem os meus sonhos perguntam vcs ? o q é q eles tem q me prendem ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles tem tudo ... tudo aquilo que eu almejo , tudo aquilo que por qqr razao nao me é possivel atingir . Coisas tao intangiveis como poder ver o mundo num so dia , caminhar/viajar por outros mundos ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo tenho que me contentar com a realidade ... alias temos todos ...por isso vou continuar a apreciar a beleza das coisas mais simples como o desabrochar de um flor ( mesmo nao sendo uma rosa ... mesmo sendo fruto de uma erva daninha ) ,como a chuva no rosto e o vento a brincar com o meu cabelo enqunto caminho pelas ruas vazias e estreitas da minha cidade .Esta cidade que me mantem viva com as suas historias e as suas cores .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De volta aos sonhos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu simplesmente adoro sonhar e sentir o poder da minha imaginaçao ...Poder criar as imagens mais belas que nenhuma camara vai ser capaz de apanhar .Imagens por vezes até bastante comicas e que me fazem rir , ali no meu canto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser leve e livre ...é isso que eu sou quando tou a sonhar .Talvez por isso prefira o mundo dos sonhos onde tudo é possivel ...mesmo tudo ... por mt impossivel q seja na realidade... no mundo dos sonhos é possivel ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São sonhos ... e nao passam de sonhos ...mas são sonhos que me prendem ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113382347972166887?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113382347972166887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113382347972166887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113382347972166887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113382347972166887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/12/dreams-on-sunbeam.html' title='Dreams on a sunbeam'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113381228802161880</id><published>2005-12-05T20:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:51:28.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma dedicatoria ... ( só mais uma )</title><content type='html'>Venho por este meio fazer algo q ja devia ter feito ha mt tempo !&lt;br /&gt;Uma dedicatoria( mais um agradecimento) a todos aqueles que de alguma maneira me tocaram ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandinha:&lt;br /&gt;És o meu demente preferido !De todos os doidos que eu conheço tu és aquele que eu mais gosto! Será por eu ser doida tb ? (hmmm :S)LOL...Companheiro de concertos ( por falr nisso a tua coluna como vai ??)tou com saudades do DAVE ... :P e do operador de cabos :D) , atendedor de chamadas feitas a horas inoportunas , o meu GUITARRISTA preferido ... :) tenho q te agradecer por tudo mesmo ... nao sei o q faria sem ti !!Eu sei q smp q tenho uma pancada nova é a ti q te vou confidenciar essa novidade ... e sei q posso smp ouvir uns sarcasmos ...e ,nao esquecer : o nickname q das a cada pancada :D...tás aqui tas na maioridade :D o palco espera por nós :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria :&lt;br /&gt;Garyzita q faria sem as idas ao chapito ? Sem os teus conselhos sabios? Sem a tua palavra amiga ?Sem o nosso momento de rebelds na escada rolante da HM ??sim sim ... esse mesmo ... e tudo por causa de uma mola para o cabelo!!LOL ... nc pensast nao foi ?Tu já sabes como te admiro .Admiro t pela tua maneira de ser , pelo facto de encarares um desafio smp com um sorriso nos lábios e pelo facto de seguires os teus sonhos .... vemo nos no chapito ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aninhas :&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos verões são sempre uma animação e nc me esquecerei das nossas noites loucas na avenida atras do nosso querido amigo "Moisés"( po ano la estaremos outra vez!!!) e a dançar( colunas !!! colunas !! colunas !!!) e a cantar( desafinadas ms nao interssa...!"ó maria ....o resto sabes tu " ) ... tb nao me vou esquecer de todos os disparates que fizemos na praia ( todos mesmo... sabes q a me refiro ...nao ?) ... és a minha companheira das aventuras e desventuras do verao ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margarida :&lt;br /&gt;Com quem é que dancei em cima das mesas do Hard Rock ? Com quem é que eu conheci o MARIANO ????LOL ... pa mts outros momentos houve ... aquele dia de canoagem ... NO MORE COMMENTS TÁ ?? lol ... companheira das manchinhas ( agr na faculdade nao tenho quem entenda isso .. .LOL ) do superbock ... e de saidas deveras engraçadas ... ( fila ... lembrast ??) companheira do DRY!!!lol Bigada por tares la smp q eu preciso ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonçalo ( meu querido capitão ):&lt;br /&gt;Andamos nao sei quanto tempo no mesmo colegio e nc nos demos ... foi so preciso umas meras horitas no dia do candidato e a AEP começou nao é vdd ? Só pa agradecer toda a pachorra q tens tido cmg ... e pa te lembrar q as aulas praticas nao iriam ser as mesmas sem ti ... lol ... resumindo : és um quido ... q nao pode cozinhar com a rita ... mt menos MASSA FRESCA...nao é vdd ??? bigada :) ( n me vou esquecer do dia 11 de nov )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokinhas !!!&lt;br /&gt;És sm sombra de duvida a rapariga mais despassarada que eu conheço : smp atrasada pa todo o lado , com montes de ideias na cabeça e smp mt ocupada.Vais dar uma boa médica ...desde q compres um relogio :P ( tou a brincar cntg )`...és uma das pessoas mais interessantes que eu conheço ...s n a mais interessante .és uma rapariga cheia de vida smp pronta para ajudar em tudo o q for preciso e para animar o pessoal ...bigadao por tudo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariana :&lt;br /&gt;Companheira ervilha... disney ?? "Ele vai viver a lutar .. nanananna "remember ???LOL ... basta lembrar as aulinhas de matematica nao é vdd ? e a festa surprise ?BIGADAO ... o q posso dizer mais sobre esta ervilhita ?? palavras pa que ? es ervilha e pronto ...oi ? é apertado ?LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romão :&lt;br /&gt;Só pa dizer que adorei a tua companhia ao longo do 12...és uma pessoa consistente , ou seja , tens as tuas opinioes formadas e nao tens medo de as afirmares . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaninha :&lt;br /&gt;Apesar dos km que nos separam sei q posso smp contar cntg pa tudo ... vai um joguinho das conchas ???ha mt q nos conhecemos e ha mt que partilhamos momentos inesqueciveis nao é vdd?bigada sis !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria( sim tu Pires):&lt;br /&gt;Fim de semana do caloiro ? Diz t algo ??? lol ... aquela noite ja ta longe mas eu nao me esqueci ... bigada por tares smp ai quando eu preciso e por teres smp uma maneira despachada de olhares paras os problemas ... para a vida geral ... btw adorei o desenho ( embora agr desactualizado ) q me fizest numa das fabulasticas aulas de informatica :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou parar por aqui ... o facto de o vosso nome nao aparecer nao significa q nao os tenho  em grande consideraçao e q os omiti de proposito ... nada disso ...simplesmente tinha razoes especificas para agradecer a estas pessoas "absolutamente fantasticas" ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113381228802161880?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113381228802161880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113381228802161880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113381228802161880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113381228802161880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/12/uma-dedicatoria-s-mais-uma.html' title='Uma dedicatoria ... ( só mais uma )'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113380844878813450</id><published>2005-12-05T20:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T20:47:28.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I have the gift of neither the spoken nor the written word, especially if I have to say something about myself or my work. Whoever wants to know something about me -as an artist, the only notable thing- ought to look carefully at my pictures and try and see in them what I am and what I want to do." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gustav Klimt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/1024/gk084.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/400/gk084.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113380844878813450?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113380844878813450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113380844878813450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113380844878813450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113380844878813450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-gift-of-neither-spoken-nor.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113346218819306892</id><published>2005-12-01T20:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T20:36:28.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Quote Quote!!!!!</title><content type='html'>"A percepção não passa da soma dos nossos mal entendidos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haruki Murakami&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113346218819306892?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113346218819306892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113346218819306892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113346218819306892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113346218819306892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/12/quote-quote-quote.html' title='Quote Quote Quote!!!!!'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113345943144023220</id><published>2005-12-01T19:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T19:50:31.463+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos Belos</title><content type='html'>'Tava eu hj no metro com o Panda quando me lembrei das palavras do Onofre ao som da guitarra :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;mentos belos. Se um passaro te disser que és doido é porque és. Porque os passaros nao falam &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113345943144023220?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113345943144023220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113345943144023220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113345943144023220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113345943144023220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/12/momentos-belos.html' title='Momentos Belos'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113319242688654751</id><published>2005-11-28T15:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:24:25.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/1024/DSCN6460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/400/DSCN6460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Starry, starry night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Paint your palette blue and gray&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look out on a summer's day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With eyes that know the darkness in my soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shadows on the hills&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sketch the trees and the daffodils&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Catch the breeze and the winter chills&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In colors on the snowy linen land&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now I understand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What you tried to say to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How you suffered for your sanity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How you tried to set them free&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They would not listen they did not know how&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Perhaps they'll listen now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Starry, starry night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Flaming flowers that brightly blaze&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Swirling clouds in violet haze&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Colors changing hue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Morning fields of amber grain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Weathered faces lined in pain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now I understand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What you tried to say to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How you suffered for your sanity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How you tried to set them free&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They would not listen they did not know how&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Perhaps they'll listen now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For they could not love you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But still your love was true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And when no hope was left inside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On that starry, starry night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You took your life as lovers often do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I could have told you Vincent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Starry, starry night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Portraits hung in empty halls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Frameless heads on nameless walls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With eyes that watch the world and can't forget&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Like the strangers that you've met&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The ragged men in ragged clothes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The silver thorn of bloody rose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now I think I know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What you tried to say to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How you suffered for your sanity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How you tried to set them free&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They would not listen they're not listening still&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Perhaps they never will&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(lyrics of "Vincent"-Don McLean)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Esta fotografia foi tirada pelo Gonçalo ( o meu Capitão ).Bigada por me deixares usar a tua foto no meu blog .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113319242688654751?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/113319242688654751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=113319242688654751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113319242688654751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113319242688654751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/11/beautiful-sunset.html' title='A beautiful sunset'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113260513707072162</id><published>2005-11-21T21:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:35:29.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu adoro o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/1024/Slide1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/400/Slide1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113260513707072162?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113260513707072162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113260513707072162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/11/eu-adoro-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113112815750571745</id><published>2005-11-04T18:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:42:46.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'>FIM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/1024/DSC00418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/400/DSC00418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finalmente as frequencias acabaram ... venha o descanso e a paz ... lol ... e dai nao q ainda nao sei os resultados ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113112815750571745?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113112815750571745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113112815750571745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/11/fim.html' title='FIM!!!'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113086837945365264</id><published>2005-10-30T20:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T20:16:42.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 aninhos!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/1024/DSC00102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/400/DSC00102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finalmente sou maior ! LOL ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quero agradecer a todos aqueles que tornaram este dia especial ... simplesment fantastico...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Capitão Bigada plo jantar :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Maria reconheces a foto ?? LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113086837945365264?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113086837945365264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113086837945365264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/10/18-aninhos-finalmente-sou-maior-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113044685074714977</id><published>2005-10-27T22:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T20:18:11.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Devaneio parte II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/1024/road.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/288/3190/400/road.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ninguém está preparado. Por muito que diga que sim nunca ninguém está preparado...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cada um segue cegamente um mapa que se vai desenhando ao ritmo dos nossos passos....passos esses que nos levam para sitios nunca antes vistos ... sitios nunca antes explorados ... E é assim às escuras que vamos desenhando o quadro que é a nossa vida ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113044685074714977?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113044685074714977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113044685074714977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/10/devaneio-parte-ii.html' title='Devaneio parte II'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-113044562214270621</id><published>2005-10-27T21:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T23:07:56.316+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia perfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/1024/22_sky-red-sunset-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/400/22_sky-red-sunset-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Um dia sem preocupações , horários e proibições .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Um dia em que cada um é livre ... livre de tudo e de todos ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Um dia intenso e vivido ao máximo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Um dia em que nada nos magoa e em que cada gesto é carinhoso e gentil .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Um dia em que não esteja de sol e que também não esteja a chover.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Um dia em que os desejos se concretizem , onde cada segundo é um sonho realizado e cada minuto é uma alegria .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Assim seria um dia perfeito não ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sim um tanto lamechas ... mas tava nesse mode ontem a 1...lol ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-113044562214270621?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113044562214270621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/113044562214270621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/10/um-dia-perfeito.html' title='Um dia perfeito'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-112941906977806412</id><published>2005-10-16T01:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T02:00:09.166+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tori Amos - 1000 Oceans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/1024/smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/400/smoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These tears I’ve cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ve cried 1000 oceans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if it seems &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m floating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I can’t believe that I would keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep you from flying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I would cry 1000 more if that’s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What it takes to sail you home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sail you home sail you home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m aware what the rules are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you know that I will run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know that I will follow you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over silbury hill through the solar field&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know that I wil follow you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if I find you will you still remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing at trains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or does this little blue ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over silbury hill through the solar field&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know that I will follow you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m aware what the rules are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you know that I will run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know that I will follow you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These tears I’ve cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ve cried 1000 oceans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if I’m floatingIn the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I can’t believe that I would keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep you from flying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will cry 1000 more if that’s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What it takes to sail you home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sail you home sail you home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais uma música que eu descobri recentemente e que adoro .Como tal tinha que partilhar com vocês .Espero que gostem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;fotografia:www.olhares.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-112941906977806412?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/112941906977806412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=112941906977806412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/112941906977806412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/112941906977806412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/10/tori-amos-1000-oceans.html' title='Tori Amos - 1000 Oceans'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-112888995591007483</id><published>2005-10-09T21:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:42:05.406+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMARADAS ERVILHA !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/1024/peas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/400/peas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ervilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- semente da ervilheira , obtida por destaque da vagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ervilhas-da-católica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- um conjunto de três pessoas simplesmente fantástico : Gonçalo V.( o capitão ) , Mariana M. e Joana G . .&lt;/span&gt;   (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Um beijinho muito grande para todas as ervilhas !!!--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-112888995591007483?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/112888995591007483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/112888995591007483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/10/camaradas-ervilha.html' title='CAMARADAS ERVILHA !!'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-112785081505623644</id><published>2005-09-27T21:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:07:33.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Será ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/1024/baton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/400/baton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem é q alguma vez pensou ao olhar para um baton q este podia ser usado como arma ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os calorios ja pensaram e sentiram na pele os seus poderes ... nao é verdade ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao verem o baton nas maos de um veterano e ao ver q este se esta a aproximar so da vontade de fugir e de andar pelos corredores aos berros ...  mas era demasiado ridiculo por isso ficamos calados com um sorriso amarelo nos labios enquanto somos "decorados".... e a dizer "já tá bom ...já chega " com esperança q os "artistas" parem ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao sair da faculdade todas as pessoas que passam por nos ( mtas vezes a rir s baixinho )  olham nos de alto a baixo ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os veteranos ficam felizes pq a sua "arte" anda espalhada pela cidade e à vista de todos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após todo este circo , mesmo tendo pedido de joelhos para nao sermos praxados , saimos de la felizes e sentimos q pertencemos aquela faculdade ... aquele grupo de "artistas" ... e sabemos que daqui a um tempinho ( uns anitos ) nos seremos os artistas ... e nas nossas maos ... vai estar esta arma mortifera ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-112785081505623644?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/112785081505623644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=112785081505623644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/112785081505623644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/112785081505623644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/09/ser.html' title='Será ?'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-112621611499529116</id><published>2005-09-08T23:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:48:35.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOU CALOIRA!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-112621611499529116?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/112621611499529116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=112621611499529116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/112621611499529116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/112621611499529116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/09/sou-caloira.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-112578898196050107</id><published>2005-09-04T00:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:17:51.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Bublé - Kissing a fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/1024/kiss%20war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/400/kiss%20war.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are far&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I could have been your star&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You listened to people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who scared you to death&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And from my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Strange that you were strong enough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To even make a start&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You’ll never find&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Peace of mind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Till you listen to your heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;People&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You can never change the way they feel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Better let them do just what they will&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For they will&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you let them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steal your heart from you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;People&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Will always make a lover feel a fool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But you knew I loved you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We could have shown them all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We should have seen love through&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fooled me with the tears in your eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Covered me with kisses and lies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So far&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But please don’t take my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are far&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I’m never gonna be your star&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I’ll pick up the pieces&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To mend my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Strange that I was wrong enough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To think you’d love me too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You must have been kissing a fool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I said you must have been kissing a fool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chorus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But remember this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Every other kiss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That you’ll ever give&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Long as we both live&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When you need the hand of another man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One you really can surrender with&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will wait for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Like I always do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There’s something there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That can’t compare with any other&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are far&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I could have been your star&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You listened to people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who scared you to death&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And from my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Strange that I was wrong enough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To think you’d love me too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You must have been kissing a fool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You must have been kissing a fool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-112578898196050107?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/112578898196050107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=112578898196050107&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/112578898196050107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/112578898196050107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/09/michael-bubl-kissing-fool.html' title='Michael Bublé - Kissing a fool'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-112577830591586322</id><published>2005-09-03T21:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:27:04.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O fim - Uma dedictória a todos aqueles q partilharam o Verão comigo ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/1024/o%20fikm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/400/o%20fikm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As férias estão a chegar ao fim. Tanta coisa mudou em mim , aconteceu tanta coisa ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Neste Verão muitas coisas aconteceram .Coisas tão inexplicavelmente belas que não há palavras para as descrever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Este Verão ficará para sempre na minha memória . Todas as histórias , palhaçadas e dramas que nós vivemos estarão sempre comigo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mudei muito e cresci ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Acho que sem vocês não ia ser a pessoa que sou agora , uma pessoa que vê para lá da linha do horizonte. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;O pôr-do-sol e as estrelas que partilhamos ficarão para sempre na minha memória.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Vocês são a minha família de Verão ... apesar de neste momento estarem longe estão perto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adoro-vos a todos e obrigado por me terem ajudado a alargar horizontes ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;fotografia:www.olhares.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-112577830591586322?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/112577830591586322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=112577830591586322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/112577830591586322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/112577830591586322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/09/o-fim-uma-dedictria-todos-aqueles-q.html' title='O fim - Uma dedictória a todos aqueles q partilharam o Verão comigo ...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-112178186777379420</id><published>2005-07-19T15:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T16:04:27.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank Sinatra -Fly me to the moon</title><content type='html'>Fly me to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Let me sing among those stars&lt;br /&gt;Let me see what spring is like&lt;br /&gt;On jupiter and marsI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n other words, hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;In other words, baby kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill my heart with song&lt;br /&gt;Let me sing for ever more&lt;br /&gt;You are all I long for&lt;br /&gt;All I worship and adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, please be true&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-112178186777379420?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/112178186777379420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=112178186777379420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/112178186777379420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/112178186777379420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/07/frank-sinatra-fly-me-to-moon.html' title='Frank Sinatra -Fly me to the moon'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-112007393710747252</id><published>2005-06-29T20:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T21:41:12.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just rewind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/1024/rewind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/400/rewind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Cardigans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Erase / Rewind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what did you hear me say&lt;br /&gt;you know the difference it makes&lt;br /&gt;what did you hear me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I said it's fine before&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so no more&lt;br /&gt;I said it's fine before&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;I take it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erase and rewind&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've been changing my mind&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where did you see me go&lt;br /&gt;it's not the right way, you know&lt;br /&gt;where did you see me go&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want it to grow&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;I take it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-112007393710747252?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/112007393710747252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=112007393710747252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/112007393710747252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/112007393710747252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-rewind.html' title='Just rewind...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-111988022322298136</id><published>2005-06-27T14:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T15:50:23.230+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A quote I found ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good girls go to heaven , bad girls go everywhere .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bigada pela quote Joana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-111988022322298136?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/111988022322298136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=111988022322298136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111988022322298136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111988022322298136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/06/quote-i-found.html' title='A quote I found ...'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-111878295666574539</id><published>2005-06-14T22:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:07:09.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Moon.... simplesment soberbo</title><content type='html'>Comprei o novo cd dos &lt;strong&gt;FOO FIGHTERS &lt;/strong&gt;e há uma música linda no segundo cd ... Intitulada Virginia Moon : um dueto do Dave Grohl com a Norah Jones , uma mistura entre piano e viola ...algo q merece a nossa atençao ....deixo aqui a letra de mais uma musica fantastica ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/1024/davy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/400/davy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Virginia Moon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest constellation, heaven surroundin' you&lt;br /&gt;Stay there, soft and blue. Virginia Moon, I'll wait for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest invitation, breaking the day in two&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' like I do, Virginia Moon, I'll wait for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now our shades become shadows in your light&lt;br /&gt;In the morning wind we're through and tomorrow rescues you,&lt;br /&gt;I will say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret fascination, whisper a quiet tune&lt;br /&gt;Hear me callin' you, Virginia Moon, I'll wait for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now our shades become shadows in your light&lt;br /&gt;In the morning wind we're through and tomorrow rescues you,&lt;br /&gt;I will say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Moon, I'll wait for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now our shades become shadows in your light&lt;br /&gt;In the morning wind we're through and tomorrow rescues you,&lt;br /&gt;I will say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;I will say goodnight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-111878295666574539?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/111878295666574539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=111878295666574539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111878295666574539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111878295666574539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/06/virginia-moon-simplesment-soberbo.html' title='Virginia Moon.... simplesment soberbo'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-111875169477323020</id><published>2005-06-14T13:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:31:30.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OS WHITE Q AFINAL NÃO SÃO MANOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/1024/white%20stripes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="255" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/400/white%20stripes.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Quem é q não conhece os White Stripes ? Quem ? Quem é q nao conhece a música Seven Nation Army ? Todos conhecem , alguns gostam outros nem por isso .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Esta dupla de "irmãos" lançou um album relativament há pouco tempo .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Porque é q a frase acima é falsa ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyone ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Pois eu explico-vos .... eles &lt;strong&gt;não são irmãos&lt;/strong&gt; ao contrario do q se tem dito . Eles já foram marido e mulher. São os dois White porque apos o divorcio ( sim pq o Jack voltou a casar se ha pouco tempo ) o Jack insistiu em ficar com o ultimo nome da mulher , por outras palavras quis ser &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHITE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lol ... mais uma vez um noticia um tanto estranha ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-111875169477323020?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/111875169477323020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=111875169477323020&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111875169477323020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111875169477323020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/06/os-white-q-afinal-no-so-manos-quem-q.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-111873708860863329</id><published>2005-06-14T10:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:34:05.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Já nas bancas !!!!</title><content type='html'>Pois é ... o novo cd dos Foo Fighters já está nas bancas :P ... era so para informar ...&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/1024/inyourhonor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/400/inyourhonor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O primeiro single, by the way, é " Best of you " e já está a passar na MTV , no VH1 e no MCM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-111873708860863329?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/111873708860863329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=111873708860863329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111873708860863329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111873708860863329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/06/j-nas-bancas.html' title='Já nas bancas !!!!'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-111870225539918125</id><published>2005-06-13T23:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:37:57.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um poema de Ricardo Reis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/1024/calada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/400/calada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estás só. Ninguém o sabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cala e finge. Mas finge sem fingimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nada 'speres que em ti já não exista, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cada um consigo é triste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tens sol se há sol, ramos se ramos buscas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorte se a sorte é dada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-111870225539918125?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/111870225539918125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=111870225539918125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111870225539918125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111870225539918125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/06/um-poema-de-ricardo-reis.html' title='Um poema de Ricardo Reis'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-111870055774821423</id><published>2005-06-13T11:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:36:21.190+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Jeff Buckley's lyric</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/1024/jeffy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/400/jeffy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Je n'en connais pas la fin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to know a little square&lt;br /&gt;So long ago, when I was small&lt;br /&gt;All summer long it had a fair&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful fair with swings and all&lt;br /&gt;I used to love my little fair&lt;br /&gt;And at the close of everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be found, dancing around&lt;br /&gt;A merry-go-round that used to play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, mon amour&lt;br /&gt;A toi toujours&lt;br /&gt;Dans tes grands yeux&lt;br /&gt;Rien que nous deux"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All summer long my little fair&lt;br /&gt;Made everyday like a holiday&lt;br /&gt;Night after night it used to play&lt;br /&gt;And people came there from so far away&lt;br /&gt;And everyone sang that little tune&lt;br /&gt;All around town you heard it played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Pepi from Napoli&lt;br /&gt;He sang to Marie&lt;br /&gt;This serenade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, mon amour&lt;br /&gt;A toi toujours&lt;br /&gt;Dans tes grands yeux&lt;br /&gt;Rien que nous deux"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All summer long my little fair&lt;br /&gt;Made everyday like a holiday&lt;br /&gt;Night after night it used to play&lt;br /&gt;And people came there from so far away&lt;br /&gt;And everyone sang that little tune&lt;br /&gt;All around town you heard it played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Pepi from Napoli&lt;br /&gt;He sang to Marie&lt;br /&gt;This serenade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, mon amour&lt;br /&gt;A toi toujours&lt;br /&gt;Dans tes grands yeux&lt;br /&gt;Rien que nous deux"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget my little square&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm so far away&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget my little fair&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's still there, still there today&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes hear that little tune&lt;br /&gt;playing in a dream of long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my brain runs the refrain&lt;br /&gt;That old French refrain I used to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, mon amour&lt;br /&gt;A toi toujours&lt;br /&gt;Dans tes grands yeux&lt;br /&gt;Rien que nous deux" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-111870055774821423?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/111870055774821423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=111870055774821423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111870055774821423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111870055774821423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-jeff-buckleys-lyric.html' title='Another Jeff Buckley&apos;s lyric'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-111792309027662074</id><published>2005-06-05T11:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T00:13:54.603+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MSG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/1024/web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/400/web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want realism , I want magic.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-111792309027662074?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/111792309027662074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=111792309027662074&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111792309027662074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111792309027662074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/06/msg.html' title='MSG'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-111792424851033281</id><published>2005-06-05T00:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T00:30:48.513+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu adorei esta imagem e nao hesitei quando pensei em coloca-la aqui ( tirada de www.olhares.com )&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/1024/buhhhh1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/400/buhhhh1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-111792424851033281?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/111792424851033281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=111792424851033281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111792424851033281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111792424851033281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/06/eu-adorei-esta-imagem-e-nao-hesitei.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-111756957587308385</id><published>2005-05-31T21:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:04:44.820+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PANDA PHONES HOME</title><content type='html'>Há pessoas q gostam tanto de certos filmes mas tanto q até se magoam para ficar como as suas personagens preferidas . Dou-vos o exemplo : Há uma pessoa q eu conheço ( sim és tu PANDA) q gosta tanto do filme do E.T. q quando foi ao SUPERBOCK SUPER ROCK ( ou vice-versa tou a ter uma branca em relação ao nome do festival ) se lesionou para andar como o ET !!! Por isso este post é te dedicado ! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/640/phone%20home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/320/phone%20home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PANDA PHONES HOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-111756957587308385?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/111756957587308385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=111756957587308385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111756957587308385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111756957587308385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/05/panda-phones-home.html' title='PANDA PHONES HOME'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-111739593726329539</id><published>2005-05-29T20:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:57:14.616+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Pick a c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;olor an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;d brigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ten you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;r life !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/640/highlightpens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/320/highlightpens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-111739593726329539?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/111739593726329539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=111739593726329539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111739593726329539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111739593726329539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/05/color.html' title='Color'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10238971.post-111705344183121713</id><published>2005-05-25T21:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:40:36.123+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coragem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/640/hahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/3190/320/hahaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Vai encarar ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10238971-111705344183121713?l=cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/111705344183121713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10238971&amp;postID=111705344183121713&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111705344183121713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10238971/posts/default/111705344183121713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodospensamentos.blogspot.com/2005/05/coragem.html' title='Coragem'/><author><name>Joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450284953523605216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
