<?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-15942382</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:21:36.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me Like In Poetry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15942382.post-7075078020216430878</id><published>2007-06-01T16:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T20:06:29.997+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-7075078020216430878?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7075078020216430878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=7075078020216430878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/7075078020216430878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/7075078020216430878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/06/apelo-jovem-desaparecido.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-116249888920267669</id><published>2006-11-02T20:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:21:29.216Z</updated><title type='text'>Latada 2006/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ENGENHARIA................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;CIVIL!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pois é... Aproxima-se mais uma Recepção ao Caloiro aqui no Covilo da Lã! Espera-se uma Latada animada com os poucos, mas fica já o elogio: BONS e EMPENHADOS, caloiros de Civil. Gostei muito do Baptismo, pessoal! Parabéns aos que se dispuseram a orientar a caloirada pois o trabalho tem sido magnífico. Resta que nós, o resto do curso, saibamos "comportar-nos" e berrar muito no desfile por CIVIL! &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Porque nós, entrem 100 ou entrem 10, somos o melhor curso da UBI!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-116249888920267669?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116249888920267669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=116249888920267669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/116249888920267669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/116249888920267669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/11/latada-200607.html' title='Latada 2006/07'/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-115721626573404569</id><published>2006-09-02T17:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T17:57:45.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mal entendidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desculpa a minha ausência e perdoa a minha distância.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-115721626573404569?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115721626573404569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=115721626573404569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/115721626573404569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/115721626573404569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/09/mal-entendidos.html' title='Mal entendidos'/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-115332708446522140</id><published>2006-07-19T17:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T17:38:04.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou tão cruel que até me dói!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-115332708446522140?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115332708446522140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=115332708446522140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/115332708446522140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/115332708446522140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/sou-to-cruel-que-at-me-di-lara.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-114622211875394859</id><published>2006-04-28T11:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:01:58.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/covilha%20latada%20116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/320/covilha%20latada%20116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-114622211875394859?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/114622211875394859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=114622211875394859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/114622211875394859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/114622211875394859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-114575843294939318</id><published>2006-04-23T02:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T11:37:48.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"ANTEMANHA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O mostrengo que está no fim do mar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Veio das trevas a procurar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A madrugada do novo dia&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do novo dia sem acabar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E disse, «Quem é que dorme a lembrar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que desvendou o Segundo Mundo&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nem o Terceiro quer desvendar?»&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E o som na treva de ele rodar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Faz mau o sono, triste o sonhar,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rodou e foi-se o mostrengo servo&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que seu senhor veio aqui buscar.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que veio aqui seu senhor chamar-&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Chamar Aquele que está dormindo
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E foi outrora Senhor do Mar.&lt;/span&gt; "
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa,&lt;/em&gt; Mensagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouvi, ou li, há uns tempos, que o Portugal que conheço agora não é o Portugal que existiu um dia, que o Portugal em que o Fado é tristeza e não Destino, em que ousar sonhar é cair em loucura, em que tudo é mau porque somos portugueses, em que as almas- embora crentes-são pobres de espírito foi outrora o Portugal em que o Fado era o Destino, em que loucura era não sonhar, em que tudo podiamos pois"Tudo vale apena/Se a alma não é pequena". Foi esta a Lusitânea de Viriato, foi este o Porto Cale de Afonso Henriques e Egas Moniz, foi este o Portugal de D.João I e Nuno Álvares Pereira, do Infante D.Henrique, de Camões e até mesmo de D.Sebastião. O que eu ouvi, ou li, foi que esse Portugal que mostrou o Mundo ao mundo, a saber a sal, foi levado por uma onda, abalado por um sismo. O Portugal que eu queria e já não tenho foi deitado abaixo a 1 de Novembro de 1755. Nesse dia nasceu o Portugal do D.Miguel e do D.Carlos, do Manuel de Arriaga, do Eça, Salazar, Caetano, Soares, Cavaco, Guterres e Sócrates: nasceu o Portugal do Purgatório, onde tudo é mau e tudo se critica porque ter iniciativa e sonhar dá muito trabalho, nasceu o medo e a fraqueza. E tudo porque foi castigo divino! Porque o Monstrengo a quem roubámos o mar veio numa onda roubar Portugal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu digo: Fomos grandes, seremos maiores! Basta querermos. Temos almas grandes.Não precisamos ser o Portugal do passado nem o Portugal do presente! Já tivémos o suficiente dos dois para aprender a lição. Como disse Pessoa : "Cumpriu-se o Mar, e o Império se desfez./Senhor, falta cumprir-se Portugal!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&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/15942382-114575843294939318?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/114575843294939318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=114575843294939318&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/114575843294939318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/114575843294939318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/04/antemanha-o-mostrengo-que-est-no-fim.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-114575506101961467</id><published>2006-04-23T02:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T02:18:53.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Into my arms...

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nick CaveThe Boatman's Call (1997)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Into My Arms&lt;/span&gt;

"I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms..."

He answered my prayers seven years ago. And He showes me the way everyday.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-114575506101961467?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/114575506101961467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=114575506101961467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/114575506101961467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/114575506101961467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/04/into-my-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-114315620650533626</id><published>2006-03-23T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:23:26.546Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Recordo uma manhã cinzenta, uma tarde azul e amena, os estores corridos, uma casa escura...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Não sei se foi assim, mas até eu morrer é assim que o vou recordar.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Este ano foi tal e qual: a manhã cinzenta e a tarde amena. A casa agora deve ter estado diferente, porque escura e fechada só mesmo a minha alma velada.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-114315620650533626?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/114315620650533626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=114315620650533626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/114315620650533626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/114315620650533626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/03/21-recordo-uma-manh-cinzenta-uma-tarde.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-114064338913745146</id><published>2006-02-22T21:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-22T21:23:09.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Análise... Matemática?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acedi durante um semestre inteiro a uma página para recolher material para uma cadeira de matemática e nunca me tinha chamado a atenção nada de especial.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou deixar aqui o link em que reparei hoje para que possam ver.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta é a prova que a matemática e a lingua andam sempre juntas.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Atenção: todos os nomes no site são de professores que pertencem aop DMat da U.B.I.)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gostei!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mat.ubi.pt/~rpacheco/baby_reading_group.htm"&gt;http://www.mat.ubi.pt/~rpacheco/baby_reading_group.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-114064338913745146?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/114064338913745146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=114064338913745146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/114064338913745146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/114064338913745146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/02/anlise.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113952701402340699</id><published>2006-02-09T23:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:16:54.063Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Decadência&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como é que um ser humano consegue atingir níveis tão elevados de autodegradação? O que leva uma pessoa a deixar-se destruir pelo abuso de substâncias como o álcool, sobretudo um ser humano com responsabilidades cívicas que deve fazer por ser admirado e respeitado?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que é que nós podemos fazer para ajudar pessoas assim?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por vezes torna-se fácil passar por cima de pessoas assim para atingirmos os nossos fins, mesmo que sem essa intenção. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É triste!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-113952701402340699?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113952701402340699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113952701402340699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113952701402340699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113952701402340699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/02/decadncia-como-que-um-ser-humano.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113733614267607194</id><published>2006-01-15T14:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T20:19:10.723Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wild love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sun’s shining outside. Got a few changes in my pocket, we’re going to run away. I wear my jeans, a t-shirt and put my sunglasses on. Grab my pack and get in your Cadillac Coupe DeVille, without a course. There’s only you, me, the road and a couple of cd’s. Hard sex, hard love, because we love each other baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-113733614267607194?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113733614267607194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113733614267607194&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113733614267607194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113733614267607194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/01/wild-love-suns-shining-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113641427080678680</id><published>2006-01-04T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:37:50.833Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano Novo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ano Novo, vida nova!" BAHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quero a minha vida velha! Por favor!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Raio de treta... por que é que não podemos escolher qual das vidas queremos ter?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ei, Ano Velho, devolve-me a minha vida velha! Não fiz nada para que ma tirasses!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para quê suspirar por uma vida melhor se sei que o que tinha é melhor do que o que vou ter?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is not my year!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-113641427080678680?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113641427080678680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113641427080678680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113641427080678680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113641427080678680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/01/ano-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113561599412621558</id><published>2005-12-26T16:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-27T00:35:19.270Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ósculos perdidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Passas a tua mão na minha cara e dizes adeus. Pergunto-me se será o último. Vou para casa e deito-me. Novo dia, com um novo desespero, o desespero de te sentir perto e não te poder roubar um ósculo. As saudades apertam.
A distância separa-nos e o trabalho avassala-te. O diálogo vai-se reduzindo, algo não está bem, pressinto-o. Passaram duas semanas, finalmente vou poder olhar nos teus olhos. Estás tão cansado… algo te perturba, será que é O que tenho medo de ouvir? Sinto-te a tentar ganhar coragem, a organizar o pensamento, a escolher as palavras com que O vais dizer. E finjo que tudo isso que está a acontecer me é alheio.
Está tanto frio. Não, não é por estarmos sem barreiras para com as estrelas em pleno Inverno, és tu! Foi o calor da tua alegria, do teu ser que se esvaiu.
Finalmente ganhaste coragem, não O digas por favor, dói tanto ouvi-lO. Disseste-O! Mas eu consegui, nos meus olhos consegui reter as lágrimas que eram para ti, se cair a primeira, as outras segui-la-ão. Ouço o que tens para dizer embora saiba que não é o mais real. Se preferes assim, quero que acredites que aceito essa tua razão. Abraças-me! É o último. Se aqueles segundos pudessem ser horas…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quanta angústia, quanto pesar da minha alma, quanta saudade e quanta raiva me apoderam. Mas sou forte, mesmo sem o apoio dos que tantas vezes mo vêm cobrar e eu, de braços e coração abertos, ofereço. Enterrar-te foi mais fácil do que alguma vez pude imaginar. Disse-te que a minha frieza podia superar em muito a tua e assim foi porque eu já não sei o que é sentir.&lt;/div&gt;
ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-113561599412621558?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113561599412621558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113561599412621558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113561599412621558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113561599412621558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/12/sculos-perdidos-passas-tua-mo-na-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113519278544391302</id><published>2005-12-21T18:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:25:14.173Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;scorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

Here is my shoulder
Where you can cry
Grow up, get older.
I'll let you fly.

Here's my ear
Hold my hand
I won't let you fear
I'll be able to understand

I'll grab your tears
We'll suffer together
Wishing happiness appears
Our problems like a feather

We'll lead the universe
we'll be huge, the best
With no need to converse
we'll despise the rest.

to Luis Manuel

ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-113519278544391302?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113519278544391302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113519278544391302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113519278544391302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113519278544391302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/12/scorn-here-is-my-shoulder-where-you.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113501049068182046</id><published>2005-12-19T16:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-22T21:59:38.943Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bibbidi bobbidi boo.

ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-113501049068182046?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113501049068182046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113501049068182046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113501049068182046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113501049068182046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/12/bibbidi-bobbidi-boo.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113487060988243303</id><published>2005-12-18T00:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-18T01:51:03.916Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liquid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

You'll knee towards me, drag behind me.
Stop being dopey, you're so pathetic.
Can't stand hearing your unspoken words,
i'm sick of you aping.
You're no more than an acquaintance to me.
From now on, i'm pulling strings
I'll faux pas you, you're now quite cliché.
Against all the odds, i'm dropping you behind,
i'm going outskirts from this world!
A small drizzle is kissing my window,
I'm drowsy, weary,
I'll get cracking on my bed.

ana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-113487060988243303?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113487060988243303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113487060988243303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113487060988243303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113487060988243303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/12/liquid-youll-knee-towards-me-drag.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113417730605426963</id><published>2005-12-10T00:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-10T01:18:47.763Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me, myself and I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Velvet tears slipping on a cold and white face. Brown deep eyes, as an ocean full of life but empty and dark. Long eye-lashes as curtains hiding a countless treasure. Small mouth, thin and well delineated lips always closed, there's no need to reveal secrets! Long brown hair dancing the breeze melody. The look... the look is lost, somewhere not to be found. The clock's tickling and the music is playing. Thoughts subdue me, feelings have captured my happiness. I'm running away from love.&lt;/div&gt;
ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-113417730605426963?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113417730605426963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113417730605426963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113417730605426963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113417730605426963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-myself-and-i-velvet-tears-slipping.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113397210344500436</id><published>2005-12-07T16:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-07T16:15:03.703Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have faith!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A vida não nos corre sempre como desejamos. Eu já sei que há dificuldades e que superá-las oferece sempre um gostinho especial e que dá um certo brilho à vida. Dear God, you may let me have as much pain as you wish, but don't make me give up on this! Help me please! I don't want others to have pain trough me this time! Por favor, não me faças passar por isto mais uma vez. É que eu até serei a menos afectada! I'm faithful now!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-113397210344500436?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113397210344500436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113397210344500436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113397210344500436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113397210344500436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/12/have-faith-vida-no-nos-corre-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113310956949918698</id><published>2005-11-27T16:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-27T16:41:25.366Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destiny
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zero7&lt;/span&gt;

"I lie awake
I've gone to ground
I'm watching porn
In my hotel dressing gown
Now I dream of you
But I still believe &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/Picture%2015.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
There's only enough for one in this
Lonely hotel suite

The journey's long
And it feels so bad
I'm thinking back to the last day we had.
Old moon fades into the new
Soon I know I'll be back with you
I'm nearly with you
I'm nearly with you

When I'm weak I draw strength from you
And when you're lost I know how to change your mood
And when I'm down you breathe life over me
Even though we're miles apart we are each other's destiny
....."

ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-113310956949918698?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113310956949918698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113310956949918698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113310956949918698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113310956949918698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/11/destiny-zero7-i-lie-awake-ive-gone-to.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113303845824095212</id><published>2005-11-26T20:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-26T20:54:18.276Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aos interessados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem a minha mãe trouxe do Centro de Saúde um papel que achou que poderia ser-me bastante informativo, o qual resolvi publicar aqui para que o possam ler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aviso importante da Reitoria da Universidade do Porto sobre drogas medicamentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Vão passando aos vossos colegas e conhecidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para quem costuma frequentar discotecas ou lugares semelhantes: tenham muito cuidado e estejam alerta quando alguém lhes oferecer uma bebida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Homens, passem isto às vossas amigas, namoradas, mulheres. Pais, alertem os vossos filhos! Há uma nova droga que está na moda e se chama "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Progesterex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", que é uma pastilha para esterilizar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta droga está a ser utilizada por violadores em festas para abusar das suas vítimas. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Progesterex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é utilizada por veterinários para esterilizar animais grandes. Diz-se que esta droga se usa em conjunto com &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rohypnol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, uma droga que ao ser dissolvida em qualquer bebida, produz amnésia (a vítima não se recorda de nada do que se passou!!!). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Progesterex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que também se dissolve fácilmente serve para evitar a gravidez. Desta forma, o violador não tem que se preocupar com testes de paternidade para ser identificado meses depois. Atenção!!! Os efeitos do Progesterex não são temporários. Qualquer mulher que tome isso, &lt;strong&gt;JAMAIS&lt;/strong&gt;, entenda-se bem, &lt;strong&gt;JAMAIS PODERÁ TER FILHOS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estas pessoas sem escrúpulos conseguem obter este produto muito fácilmente em qualquer Faculdade de Veterinária.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Também é utilizada para roubos, a homens ou mulheres, ou mesmo para tirar um órgão humano para tráfico de órgãos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Progesterex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; está a ser divulgado em muitos lugares havendo mesmo sites que ensinam a usá-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não custa nada e pode evitar problemas..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-113303845824095212?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113303845824095212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113303845824095212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113303845824095212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113303845824095212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/11/aos-interessados-ontem-minha-me-trouxe.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113284408860850752</id><published>2005-11-24T14:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-24T14:57:09.196Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E todo o sonho destroçado não passa de uma mera história de amor com um final infeliz escrita por um dEUS ébrio que esqueceu que, nas suas histórias, as personagens são reais estando em jogo todo um conjunto de sentimentos, atitudes e pensamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A morte, psicológica não física, pode ser uma excelente cura para uma doença incurável à qual alguém um dia resolveu chamar amor. &lt;/div&gt;
ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-113284408860850752?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113284408860850752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113284408860850752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113284408860850752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113284408860850752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/11/phoenix-e-todo-o-sonho-destroado-no.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113256833191816972</id><published>2005-11-21T10:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-21T10:20:49.820Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mere words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pertenço a alguém?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talvez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sei, quem sabe a ninguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ninguém, quem? alguém?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Será que alguém quer pertencer a mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem? ninguém que é alguém?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ninguém que gosta mim, assim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ninguém por quem um amor não terá fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E porque não solidão?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ela gosta de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porquê amar em vão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem razao de ser, não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terá dono meu coração?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem saberá?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ninguém o magoará!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ninguém que é alguém o terá!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um dia, alguém, ele amará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem? ninguém!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ninguém que é alguém!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&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/15942382-113256833191816972?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113256833191816972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113256833191816972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113256833191816972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113256833191816972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/11/mere-wordsperteno-algumtalvez.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113252005833290143</id><published>2005-11-20T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-20T20:58:18.846Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NYC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/320/ny.0.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;
This will hopefully soon be a day-by-day reality for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-113252005833290143?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113252005833290143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113252005833290143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113252005833290143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113252005833290143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/11/nyc-this-will-hopefully-soon-be-day-by.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113224098165336720</id><published>2005-11-17T15:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-17T15:23:01.680Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ring-a-ding-ding

ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-113224098165336720?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113224098165336720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113224098165336720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113224098165336720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113224098165336720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/11/ring-ding-ding-ana.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113218034327782232</id><published>2005-11-16T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-16T22:32:23.290Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eternally separated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as there's sunset and sunrise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as there's night and day&lt;/div&gt;
ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-113218034327782232?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113218034327782232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113218034327782232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113218034327782232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113218034327782232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/11/always-together-eternally-separatedas.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113096900647928579</id><published>2005-11-02T21:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:03:26.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;   Night's self doth seem to sleep. The wide white moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keeps watch upon the soul of its mute slumber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The scattered calm of the lone stars, sight-known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As incense, doth life of its sense discumber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   My moon thoughts sleep and breathe low. My soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lies like a flung thing in the grass of the hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My body rests till my sense of't doth fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I become pure I, mere soul, dreams' bower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   O not to wake! ne're to be Time's or other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Than this nothing! to have no spaced scope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To bid farewell to needs as of a mother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cease to be aught that can recall or hope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   My own soul my whole void world, all to have,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   My gateless Eden, my whole death and grave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;by F.P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-113096900647928579?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113096900647928579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113096900647928579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113096900647928579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113096900647928579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/11/nights-self-doth-seem-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-113067389239611083</id><published>2005-10-30T00:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T15:45:22.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfectly perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;eu não sou perfeita! se o fosse estaria a ser imperfeita pois no mundo, a perfeição é imperfeição. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no mundo imperfeito em que vivemos, nada é perfeito, portanto tudo o que seja perfeito e que possa eventualmente aparecer neste mundo como tal, passa a ser imperfeito. por isso mesmo, por ser perfeito e o perfeito não existir a perfeição é uma anomalia. se eu não sou perfeita, estou a ser perfeita aos olhos do mundo, mas como eu, aos olhos de todos e do mundo sou imperfeita, entao estou a ser perfeita! se não sou perfeita para ti, para alguém, as minhas desculpas, mas isso é coisa que não me importa porque aos meus olhos, sou imperfeita, ou seja, perfeita. e, se dentro da (im)perfeição erro, não o faço intencionalmente! claro q não consegues perdoar, porque errar é humano mas perdoar é divino. como tu és perfeito aos olhos do mundo, ou seja imperfeito, não tens esse dom, não consegues perdoar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(claro que a existência e o significado das palavras perfeição e imperfeição é discutível, mas isso é uma outra guerra que ficará para uma outra altura)&lt;/div&gt;
ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-113067389239611083?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113067389239611083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=113067389239611083&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113067389239611083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/113067389239611083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/perfectly-perfect-eu-no-sou-perfeita.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112972147873967410</id><published>2005-10-19T08:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:31:18.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;glory cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, without notice, I feel strangely sad, hardly lonely, however I love when i feel that way. It feels like floating in a perfect white uninhabited and only mine world. Everybody's so deeply far and I am so unapproachable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A beautiful sudden joy a childish spirit and everything around me is nothing more then a blue sky and a green field were I'm lying with the pot marrigold smell. Nothing goes beyond that instant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112972147873967410?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112972147873967410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112972147873967410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112972147873967410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112972147873967410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/glory-cloud-sometimes-without-notice-i.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112929528333535610</id><published>2005-10-14T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:08:03.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Caloiros&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não vou fazer nenhuma dissertação acerca do que é ser caloiro e do quão fantástica é a vida de caloiro.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vou informar a quem ainda não se apercebeu que CALOIRO É BURRO! Peço desculpa aos que não são, mas esses desculpam logo porque entendem!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estas criancinhas de hoje em dia curtem mesmo queimar as pestanas e estragar dinheiro aos pais e ao estado!!! Sim, porque acabado o curso, vão para o desemprego ou trabalhar para a empresa de fundo de quintal do papá!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como é possivel que com tanta informação, com tanta vontade de ter e querer sempre ter o melhor, as pessoas continuem a candidatar-se a engenharias de politécnico( há casos perfeitamente compreensiveis!!) que não são reconhecidas pela Ordem dos Engenheiros? No tempo em que não havia vagas nas universidades certificadas isso entendia-se! Sabem que vão ter sempre limitações na vossa profissão? ( é que ser Licenciado em Engenharia não quer dizer só ENGENHEIRO! também quer dizer ENGENHEIRO TÉCNICO ( que se consegue com um bacharelato!)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um conselho para futuros interessados: informem-se! &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para além da Ordem podem sempre informar-se nas universidades.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.ordemengenheiros.pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.ordemengenheiros.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.ubi.pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.ubi.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.uminho.pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.uminho.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.ua.pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.ua.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.uc.pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.uc.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.uevora.pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.uevora.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.ist.utl.pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.ist.utl.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.fe.up.pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.fe.up.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112929528333535610?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112929528333535610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112929528333535610&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112929528333535610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112929528333535610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/caloiros-no-vou-fazer-nenhuma.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112906667149031512</id><published>2005-10-12T06:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:37:51.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;festival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
para os interessados, dias 4 e 5 será realizado em Golpilheira, distrito de leiria, um festival de bandas de garagem. neste poderão ver a actuação do meu querido sobrinho enquanto baixista da banda white crow (o q será q vai sair daqui? (; ). boa sorte para todas as bandas concorrentes, mas em especial, é claro, para a do luisito. mais informações &lt;a href="http://www.festivalbg.pt.vu/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.

ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112906667149031512?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112906667149031512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112906667149031512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112906667149031512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112906667149031512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/festival-para-os-interessados-dias-4-e.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112897031939219279</id><published>2005-10-10T15:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:51:59.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've done my job here! Now I can RIP! ;p&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112897031939219279?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112897031939219279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112897031939219279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112897031939219279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112897031939219279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-done-my-job-here-now-i-can-rip-p.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112853803417034170</id><published>2005-10-06T03:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T19:47:14.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Desleixo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não tenho escrito. Não tenho feito nada! Tinha saudades desta vida mas ela está diferente. Estou desambientada e as pontas soltas são tantas que eu não sei que nós dê para colocar tudo no devido lugar. Às vezes sinto que defini determinados aspectos da minha existência percocemente. Talvez porque achei que podia morrer cedo. Mas no geral nem me posso considerar mal. Descobri que suporto mais disparates que aquilo que alguma vez julguei. Mas para quê? E agora não me apetece escrever mais! (Ainda fiquei mais baralhada!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lara&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/15942382-112853803417034170?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112853803417034170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112853803417034170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112853803417034170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112853803417034170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/desleixo-no-tenho-escrito.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112837822873076171</id><published>2005-10-04T07:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:57:21.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's about time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ao fim de tantos anos de desleixo, morosidade, deambolismo e diletantismo o sol brilha. A vida ganha uma nova forma, uma nova cor (um tom níveo), talvez devido a novas ponderações e a atitudes coagidas pela minha própria pessoa ou, talvez sejam apenas novos pontos de vista incumbidos por um tão esperado, mas nunca completo amadurecimento. Uma inópia espiritual que finalmente me começa a abandonar. Por fim o sentimento é ovante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112837822873076171?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112837822873076171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112837822873076171&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112837822873076171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112837822873076171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-about-time-ao-fim-de-tantos-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112794795994775681</id><published>2005-09-29T07:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:52:39.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Like in poetry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love is not like in poetry anymore.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'm so very sad.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so very sorry!&lt;/span&gt;



&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112794795994775681?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112794795994775681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112794795994775681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112794795994775681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112794795994775681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/like-in-poetry.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112777251630540012</id><published>2005-09-27T07:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:09:38.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now i laugh of your silliness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

Just because you didn't make it, it doesn't mean that I won't make it too. You're not as better then me as you think you are. You're just jealous.

ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112777251630540012?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112777251630540012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112777251630540012&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112777251630540012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112777251630540012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/now-i-laugh-of-your-silliness-just.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112741512671717335</id><published>2005-09-23T03:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T11:12:38.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;old memories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nem sempre as palavras saem, nem sempre os sentimentos ficam. Foram anos num impasse constante a viver uma vida que não existia. Quis dize-lo vezes sem conta, demonstrei-o incessantemente, mas tu não viste, não quiseste ver! Não quiseste sentir ou tão pouco te interessaste em perguntar. Foste-te desmoronando como um castelo de cartas, foste-te acomodando a uma vida que, em tempos tinha projectos e objectivos e hoje não passa de meras vivências de um quotidiano fútil e de ócio. Tornaste-te receoso, cobarde, perdeste toda a magia que em tempos foi a base de todo o teu ser. As conversas que outrora eram banais, tornaram-se inexistentes. Os teus sorrisos tornaram-se escassos e os teus olhos tristes e sem alma, deixei de os conseguir ler!
Eu cresci, ultrapassei todos os obstáculos que existiam à frente, aprendi a levantar-me sempre e deixei que os fastasmas do meu passado fossem mestres. Aprendi com aquela situação que tinhas medo que voltasse a acontecer, mesmo depois de te ter confidenciado que seria impossivel que o passado se tornasse presente. Disse, e digo de novo, NÃO O FARIA NOVAMENTE POR NINGUÉM!!!!
Agora é tarde, não há retorno. A situação está como a tornaste. Fui forte e lutei durante anos e agora chega, basta de enganos. A nossa história chegou ao fim, agora quero uma nova vida e.. para começo, não estás incluido nela, não quero que nela haja espaço para ti! Isto é o adeus sem direito a despedida, sem olhar para trás.

ana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112741512671717335?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112741512671717335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112741512671717335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112741512671717335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112741512671717335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/old-memories-nem-sempre-as-palavras.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112724698073443186</id><published>2005-09-21T06:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:09:40.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vitória!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Saiu hoje a última nota. Estou exausta e só hoje notei isso a sério. Tenho um sorriso enorme pois consegui! Não deixo nada para trás. Agora a vontade de continuar ainda é maior. Só desejo que esta força não me abandone, pois, equanto a tiver, estou certa que todos os anos vou poder sorrir e dizer: VITÓRIA!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara ( as cores são de civil!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112724698073443186?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112724698073443186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112724698073443186&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112724698073443186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112724698073443186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/vitria-saiu-hoje-ltima-nota.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112698744599931978</id><published>2005-09-18T05:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T21:04:39.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;Obrigada por não me teres desapontado!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;Já estava aqui a insultar-te mentalmente. O que mais te chamava era cão. Ainda bem que viste que não podes magoar os outros com o que dizes só porque eles estão a quebrar o teu gelo. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;Posso sofrer mais por não ser gelada como tu, mas eu, quando morrer, vou fazê-lo com um sorriso nos lábios e o brilhozinho nos olhos com que tenho vivido sempre!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#663333;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112698744599931978?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112698744599931978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112698744599931978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112698744599931978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112698744599931978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/obrigada-por-no-me-teres-desapontado-j.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112695384217426026</id><published>2005-09-17T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T20:06:36.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GINJA!!!!
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"I can't wait for the weekend to begin..."
Este poderia, cada vez mais, ser o lema da minha vida mas como ainda estou de férias não se aplica assim tão bem.
A noite passada, o pessoal do costume ( já lá vão tantos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20161.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/200/fim%20de%20semana%20161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20190.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/200/fim%20de%20semana%20190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20152.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/200/fim%20de%20semana%20152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;anos!!!) resolveu ir beber uma ginginha ao castelo de Ourém ( à falta de Óbidos mais proxima). Por isso eu e a Ana resolvemos fazer publicidade à dita, uma vez que há pessoas que vivem perto e até não conhecem!
A designação de Ourém está ligada à lenda de uma bela moura, que se terá convertido ao cristianismo e adoptado o nome de Oureana.Para além da tasca típica onde é servida a ginja, há que apreciar a beleza do castelo que remonta ao séc.XII d.C. mas com a certeza de que antes por alí passaram povos mais antigos. A sua história está ainda ligada aos Condes de Ourém, dos quais fez parte D. Nuno Álvares Pereira, o Condestável do Reino. Actualmente, existe na Vila amuralhada do Castelo uma das belíssimas Pousadas de Portugal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20143.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/200/fim%20de%20semana%20143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;

Deixando agora a história de lado, há que contar as nossas peripécias! Na tasca, tudo bem, apesar da ginja que se desperdiçou na mesa. Ao fim da primeira garrafa e um pouco da segunda resolvemos ir apanhar ar e conhecer um pouco da vila e do castelo. Ao chegar junto da estátua do Condestável, o Marquito deve ter pensado que estava na Batalha e lembrou-se de verificar se a estátua estava bem feita, se não tinha falhado nada ao escultor. Sinceramente, não sei s que conclusão chegou, porque me assustei ao ver o fantasma de D. Nuno Álvares Pereira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20193a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/200/fim%20de%20semana%20193a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="286" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/400/fim%20de%20semana%20180.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; Por lá andámos até começar a fazer muito frio e vermos que eram horas de voltar para a tasca! Depois de acabarmos de despejar a garrafa, fomos até um barzito na cidade, onde a Ana se lembrou de cuspir toda a frize limão quando eu lhe disse que o Xanana não pinta o cabelo de louro porque o "LORO SAE". ( eu sei que não tem piada!) E pronto! Se passarem por Ourém, subam até ao castelo e lembrem-se de quanto nos divertimos lá!
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com as aulas à porta, resolvi fazer umas arrumações/limpezas aqui no escritório a pastas, arquivos, etc. entre mts outros papeis velhos, uns com importância outros nem tanto, deparei-me com um diferente, tinha uns rabiscos feitos pela minha pessoa há já 3 anos. resolvi passa-los para aqui.

"Estou a ler um livro, leitura durante a qual umas gotas de água teimam em fugir dos meus olhos. Uma lágrima que cai, uma nova crise de melancolia nervosa que se avizinha. Com ela, a imagem de alguém que teima em ficar, mesmo com todos os meus esforços inuteis para contrariar esta vontade. Palavras que querem ser pronunciadas e que, aquando do momento oportuno se transformam em silêncio. Velhas recordações de uma noite a dois (talvez a melhor da minha vida) e de palavras marcantes que contêm filosofias de vida interiorizadas por alguém sofrido e marcado pela vida.
Tenho em ti um dos meus melhores amigos. Sei que posso sempre desabafar, vais-me ouvir e ajudar!
Depois de alguma meditação, cheguei à conclusão que não fazes o mesmo por medo. Tens medo de me revelar demasiados pormenores que possam fazer com que te compreenda demasiado bem. Gostas de manter guardados os segredos que queres que um dia alguém vá desvendando e explorando ao longo de uma vida a dois. Tens medo de te sentir perante mim da mesma forma que me sinto diante de ti. Nua, de alma nua."

ana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112682195783007702?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112682195783007702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112682195783007702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112682195783007702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112682195783007702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/naked-com-as-aulas-porta-resolvi-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112673258732252760</id><published>2005-09-15T06:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:16:27.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Set me on fire(icon and the black roses)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You break my heart and set me on fire&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Louder than love&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are coming down like an angel without wings &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And tear me up with a silver edge blade&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And everywhere I turn, I see your face&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And everywhere I go I fear you&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And everywhere I turn I see your face, with despair&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I try to run still you are one foot from my back&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I speed the pace as I reach out for a grasp&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You’ve got me cornered, I have nowhere to escape&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You drive me like your car to your paradise&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can’t face this hell you’re alone&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You drive me in the highway to your heart&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wont stay here you’re alone and still no matter what you say&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;No matter what you say, you’re alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Isto não sou eu. És tu!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112673258732252760?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112673258732252760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112673258732252760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112673258732252760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112673258732252760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/set-me-on-fireicon-and-black-roses-you.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112663489432896363</id><published>2005-09-14T03:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T19:08:14.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...
"I've loved so many times and I've drowned them all
From their coral graves, they rise up when darkness falls
With their bones they'll scratch the window, I hear them call"
...
"Stay with me under these waves, tonight
Be free for once in your life tonight"
...
nightmares by the sea - Jeff Buckley

ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112663489432896363?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112663489432896363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112663489432896363&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112663489432896363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112663489432896363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112656617413369404</id><published>2005-09-13T08:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:10:18.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pedrógão - The Weekend

Como forma de agradecimento aos meus queridos amigos, que passaram este fim de semana no Pedrógão, aqui fica o tão discutido "relatório"!

Sexta, 9 de Setembro
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Chegámos nós tardinho e foi a hora da sopinha! Pratos cheios após viagem longa ( para alguns!)
Conversa em dia noite dentro e vizinhos a tocar à campainha (muito azar estar num prédio quase quase vazio e ser o andar de baixo o ocupado!)


Sábado, 10 de Setembro


&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/200/fim%20de%20semana%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Por onde começar a descrever um dia que se estendeu tanto?
Ah! Pequeno almoço à beira mar, croissant e bola de berlim!

Depois lá fomos pelas ruas, percurso durante o qual eu, talvez habituada à neve serrana(ou não!), me lembro de confundir uma prancha de snowboard com uma de bodyboard ( tem tudo a ver, não é?).

Chega a hora do belo do piquenique com a família. Lá vamos nós pela nacional 109 até ao parque de merendas da Fonte da Lagoa. Sardinha e broa constavam como prato principal! Até as moscas apareceram sem convite!!!

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%200221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/320/fim%20de%20semana%20022.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/320/fim%20de%20semana%20073.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/320/fim%20de%20semana%20055.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os meninos todos à mesa! As meninas a comer melão com a "vó"! ( Ai que pão tão bom, vó!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luis e o seu inseparável garrafão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20025a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/200/fim%20de%20semana%20025a1.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20037a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" height="136" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/200/fim%20de%20semana%20037a1.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20036a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" height="134" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/200/fim%20de%20semana%20036a1.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Após o almoço, tenta-se a diversão! Vamos jogar um pouco de basquete, futebol, andar nos baloiços.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/200/fim%20de%20semana%20083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/fim%20de%20semana%20057a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/200/fim%20de%20semana%20057a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...E roubar milho aos vizinhos!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(to be continued!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112656617413369404?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112656617413369404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112656617413369404&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112656617413369404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112656617413369404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/pedrgo-weekend-como-forma-de.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15942382.post-112640627220752245</id><published>2005-09-11T11:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T15:59:36.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

isn't it sad when you see the entire world constantly changing by words and actions; when you see time passing by; when everyone's life is, in some way, evoluting; when you see a cigarette burning and you're just the same? then i wonder: "do i have a life? do i evolute? why does time passes me by and i don't notice any change? does the earth still goes round? why do i have to be stuck in here without anybody realise it, as if i was trap in a castle like a princess without a prince to rescue me? does anybody notice my absence?"
once you lock me in here, i will never more see a ray of light, breathe clean air or look the deep ocean. i won't give you my respect, you already had it! won't give you my love, you already had it! won't give you my obedience, you already had it! you always had me and you didn't know it, did you? your reward? anymore you'll hear my voice, see my smile or look in my eyes. you're not constructing, you're destroying what was already built. nobody is pulling me away, you're the one who's pushing me! killing me! i need your support, not your reprehension. you say you want my happiness but you show wanting my sadness. you're getting older and so am i. you're loosing me! it's all and only your fault!

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;ana&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/ny1.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/15942382-112640627220752245?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112640627220752245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112640627220752245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112640627220752245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112640627220752245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/sorrow-isnt-it-sad-when-you-see-entire.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112638790250468520</id><published>2005-09-11T06:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:32:07.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on my nerves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

i'm sick and tired of this shit. going to run away, i'll be somewhere where you won't ever find me. hate you!!! and... kiss my ass.

ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112638790250468520?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112638790250468520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112638790250468520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112638790250468520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112638790250468520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/on-my-nerves-im-sick-and-tired-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112627630781919457</id><published>2005-09-09T23:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T15:32:38.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm in Heaven and my hell is you. Pois foi, eu disse mesmo isso! Há quantos anos! Agora as coisas são um bocadinho diferentes. Não me surpreende que só agora tenhas entendido algum do sentido da frase. Tenho pena que entendas por um desgosto. Tens que aprender a dar às coisas o significado que elas têm. Ainda sofres tanto ao vê-la? Amigo, segue! As pessoas têm na tua vida a importancia que lhes dás e se deixares de lhe dar importância, o que quer que ela faça não te vai atingir e acredita, amigo, vais ser MUITO mais feliz.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Fiquei surpresa por te lembrares do que eu escrevia. E podes usar a frase na música à vontade. Quando fores famoso, pagas-me os direitos de autora!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112627630781919457?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112627630781919457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112627630781919457&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112627630781919457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112627630781919457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/lu.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112614801862887316</id><published>2005-09-07T11:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T15:34:28.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

quando estiverem há já algumas horas à conversa com alguém, no meio da rua, e não souberem como hão-de dizer que têm de vir embora experimentem qualquer coisa como: "estou mesmo a precisar ir à casa de banho".
Amigo, esta e a: "coisas de mulheres" vai ficar para a história e espero que tantas outras que estão para vir. ***

ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112614801862887316?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112614801862887316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112614801862887316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112614801862887316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112614801862887316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-joy-quando-estiverem-h-j-algumas.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112604083714076594</id><published>2005-09-07T06:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:18:16.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perfect death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

looking down, can't find anything under my feet. i'm flying, sitting on a fluffy cloud. white clothes. where am I going? why is everybody weeping like if someone was dead? i know you guys, you're my family and friends, what happened? i know the person inside the coffin, just can't remember who the hell is she. take me little pixie, can't stand watching them hug suffering.

ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112604083714076594?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112604083714076594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112604083714076594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112604083714076594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112604083714076594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/perfect-death-looking-down-cant-find.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112602076714634785</id><published>2005-09-07T00:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:48:42.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Para sempre&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O nosso amor de sempre/ Brilhará p'ra sempre/ Ai meu amor/ O que eu já chorei por ti/ Mas sempre/ P'ra sempre/ Vou gostar de ti/ Juro meu amor/ De sempre/ Voltarei/ P'ra sempre/ Ai meu amor/ O que eu já/ Chorei por ti/ Mas sempre/ Para sempre/ Gostarei de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;letra:&lt;/strong&gt; Tim, Xutos &amp;amp; Pontapés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Podia ter sido eu a escrever isto, mas não fui. Não quero louros que não sejam meus. O que é certo é que há musicas que ouvimos quando menos esperamos e que nos fazem pensar: "Podia ter sido eu...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pois é! Por mais anos que passem, nada passa mas tudo evolui. É assim que nós temos sido. &lt;strong&gt;You still make me cry, but I answer you with a smille, 'cause I've got nothing else to give than love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Continuamos a ter que acertar alguns pontos se queremos que as coisas dêem certo sempre! Eu estou a fazer a minha parte( at least a bit!). Só espero que entendas a tempo e comeces também a fazer a tua porque, ao contrário do que tu pensas, a minha força não é inesgotável como o amor. O amor ficará para sempre. A presença talvez não.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112602076714634785?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112602076714634785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112602076714634785&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112602076714634785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112602076714634785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/para-sempre-o-nosso-amor-de-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112596205558333839</id><published>2005-09-06T08:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:20:10.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Titanic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Estou cá a pensar..........Gémeo, iceberg no mar Mediterrâneo??????????????????&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112596205558333839?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112596205558333839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112596205558333839&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112596205558333839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112596205558333839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/titanic-estou-c-pensar.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112593797533459909</id><published>2005-09-06T01:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T17:32:55.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

yes, that's true. i'm, in fact, that non-interesting, ugly, irresponsible, stupid, mollycoddle girlie among many other things. but hey, that's me, that's how i am whether you like it or not. you should know by now that i won't change to please anybody.

ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112593797533459909?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112593797533459909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112593797533459909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112593797533459909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112593797533459909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/right-yes-thats-true.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112586534937713908</id><published>2005-09-05T05:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T21:22:29.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a... alguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

A tarde de hoje foi bastante diferente do que é habitual e, por isso, tenho a agradecer a um amigo: obrigado rui. adorei andar a passear de mota apesar de não ser, mt provavelmente, das melhores penduras :p um beijinho muito grande e... não me esqueço do "copo".

ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112586534937713908?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112586534937713908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112586534937713908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112586534937713908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112586534937713908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112576514339098769</id><published>2005-09-04T01:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:32:23.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Achei-te triste da última vez que te vi. Há quantos anos te conheço? Desde que nasci! Acho que nunca te tinha visto uma expressão tão triste mesmo por trás de um sorriso. Pensei ir falar contigo mas não sabia os teus horários, até que tive que me vir embora. Há tanto tempo que não falamos! E costumávamos falar bastante apesar da massa crua que me obrigavas a comer quando eramos uns bons anos mais novas. Temos que pôr a conversa em dia quando eu voltar. De qualquer maneira, quero que tenhas um dia muito feliz e que a tua vida seja muito feliz.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Parabéns pelos teus 26 anos!&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112576514339098769?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112576514339098769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112576514339098769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112576514339098769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112576514339098769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/achei-te-triste-da-ltima-vez-que-te-vi.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112570097052666628</id><published>2005-09-03T07:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:42:50.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/IM000589a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/320/IM000589a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Acham-me mesmo com cara de boa samaritana??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112570097052666628?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112570097052666628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112570097052666628&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112570097052666628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112570097052666628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/acham-me-mesmo-com-cara-de-boa.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112568739866983183</id><published>2005-09-03T03:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:57:43.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can't read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

I got a message I can't read
another message I can't read

you never say what you feel, you never send me messages and everytime you do it, I'm not able to read them. does the same happens to you? why don't you tell me? talk to me!

ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112568739866983183?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112568739866983183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112568739866983183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112568739866983183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112568739866983183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/cant-read-i-got-message-i-cant-read.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112562431253056073</id><published>2005-09-02T10:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T02:27:10.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ansiedade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The more you see the less you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The less you find out as you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I knew much more then than I do now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;u2&lt;em&gt;, city of blinding lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estou a aproximadamente 5 dias do exame de época especialíssima de Análise Matemática II. Um misto de ansiedade e desespero começa a tomar conta de mim. Tenho a cabeça mergulhada nas sebentas e apontamentos há quase um mês e ,agora que cá estou, esqueço tudo o que já aprendi. Uma borracha enorme vai limpando o interior dos meus neurónios e deixa os seus resíduos naqueles já queimados. Nos próximos dias já sei que vou andar enjoada e sem dormir, culpa desta coisa que se apodera do meu pensamento. Ansiedade ou medo de falhar? Definitivamente ansiedade POR medo de falhar! &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Respiro fundo para me acalmar enquanto penso: "Rapariga, só deixaste esta cadeira no ano inteiro. Tens óptimas bases para fazeres isto com uma excelente nota no próximo ano. Take it easy!". Uma voz lá do fundo atormenta-me: "Perdeste o teu Verão a estudar para isto para não conseguires fazer a cadeira? Vai-te tratar!".&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como sugere a canção, quanto mais vejo menos sei, e menos vou saber à medida que for avançando. Sabia mais antes que agora!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque agora só sei que esta é mais uma noite e amanhã será mais um dia. Para quem? &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112562431253056073?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112562431253056073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112562431253056073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112562431253056073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112562431253056073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/ansiedade-more-you-see-less-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112560408747129529</id><published>2005-09-02T04:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:50:02.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;motion picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

red wine and sleeping pills
help me get back to your arms
cheap sex and sad films
help me get back where i belong

i think you're crazy, maybe
i think you're crazy, maybe

stop sending letters
letters always get burned
it's not like the movies
they fed us on little white lies

i think you're crazy, maybe
i think you're crazy, maybe

i will see you in the next life

beautiful angel
pulled apart at birth
limbless and helpless
i can´t even recognize you

i think you're crazy, maybe (x6)

i will see you in the next life

ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112560408747129529?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112560408747129529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112560408747129529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112560408747129529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112560408747129529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/motion-picture-red-wine-and-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112552397963955996</id><published>2005-09-01T06:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:32:59.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Covilhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque é que no McDonald's da Covilhã não há o McFish? Porque fica muito longe do mar?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112552397963955996?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112552397963955996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112552397963955996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112552397963955996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112552397963955996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/08/covilh-porque-que-no-mcdonalds-da.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112551664420148642</id><published>2005-09-01T04:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:30:34.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paredes de coura, a minha estadia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/320/DSC012451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaiser chiefs,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; depois da abertura do concerto dos U2, viajaram até paredes de coura para participarem no que foi um dos, senão o melhor festival até hoje. apesar do injured ankle do vocalista Ricky Wilson, tentaram dar um bom concerto. apenas com um albúm editado, parecia que alguém tinha carregado no play e posto o cd a tocar. o concerto começou com a música: na na na na naa. o auge foi talvez quando um outro elemento da banda, n sei bem quem (Andrew White ou Simon Rix) proferiu uma bela frase em português: "mostra-me as tuas mamas".
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/320/DSC012551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
Oriundos de New York, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bravery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; são uma banda com influências de Fugazi e Jawbox, que depressa adoptaram o estilo do "make yourself". são os próprios quem trata de tudo, disco imagens e videos. A sua performance também não foi nada por aí além, não ficando o concerto que deram num patamar nem muito acima, nem muito abaixo do dos Kaiser chiefs.

&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/320/DSC01265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
já são de todos conhecidos, os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foo Fighters. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Depois do lançamento do 5º albúm da carreira "In your honor" passaram por portugal. o seu concerto foi realmente bom e nele tocaram, não só músicas do novo albúm, como de albuns anteriores como: "my hero" e "monkey wrench". contudo, não posso deixar passar a demostração, por parte do vocalista Dave Grohl, de um monstruoso ego aquando das suas palavras: "thank you everyone for being here in the middle of nowhere to see us". será que alguém disse ao senhor que aquilo era um festival, ou será que alguém lhe mostrou o cartaz? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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os grandes&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Arcade Fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; deram um excelentíssimo concerto. lançaram recentemente o seu albúm de estreia "funeral" que apesar do nome é um albúm de amor e redenção, são também autores de uma das músicas da banda sonora da série televisiva conhecida por todos: six feet under - "cold wind". Têm influências dos meus queridos Pixies e deixam escapar ecos de Flaming lips e Joy division. São ainda uma das bandas preferidas dos U2, banda que entrou em palco ao som de the arcade fire. Oriundos do Quebec, Canadá tiveram uma óptima e diferente prestação em paredes de coura, pois durante o concerto tocaram e trocaram entre si diferentes instrumentos. É um concerto, deveras recomendável e a não perder, ficamos todos ansiosamente à espera do seu regresso ao nosso país.

&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/320/DSC012841.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;os loucos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queens of the stone age&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, pela 3ª vez voltaram a Portugal para mais uma actuação no que, segundo o vocalista Joshua Homme, é um dos mais deslumbrantes festivais europeus. infelizmente, para pessoas como eu (de pequena estatura, lol) o concerto não pode ser visto de muito perto, pois corre-se o risco de se ser esmagado. Desta vez vêm dar a conhecer o seu mais recente albúm "lullabies to paralize". apesar das saídas de Nick Olivieri e de Mark Lanegan, a banda continua a ter a sua tão especial "essência" sonora. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/320/DSC012981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pixies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, palavras para quê? O concerto foi bom, however quando há a oprtunidade de se assistir "live" a uma banda como esta eleva-se sempre, talvez demasiado, a fasquia. resultado? sai-se um pouco desapontado, mas claro é preciso ter em conta que já possuindo todo o protagonismo possível, os artistas acabam por se acomodar e... a idade também não é grande ajuda. pudemos ouvir músicas conhecidas de todos como: "where is my mind", "is she weird", "here comes your man" e "gigantic". esta última interpretada pela baixista Kim Deal que ainda nos presenteou com um "boa noite" em português. vi e vou ver novamente todas a vezes que voltem a portugal&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/320/DSC013141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick Cave &amp; the bad seeds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Depois de terem lançado este ano o disco triplo "B-sides &amp;amp; Rarities" - uma colectânea de raridades e alguns temas nunca antes editados que o próprio Nick Cave classificou como sendo o seu albúm favorito, voltaram a portugal para dar um grande concerto. com um bom desempenho em palco e uma óptima interacção com o público, foi proporcionado o melhor concerto da noite. parece que os anos não passam assim tanto por algumas pessoas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ana &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112551664420148642?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112551664420148642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112551664420148642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112551664420148642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112551664420148642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/paredes-de-coura-minha-estadia-os.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112550196838616189</id><published>2005-09-01T00:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T16:26:55.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se eu soubesse ver a aura das pessoas, diria que a tua está linda. Talvez em tons pastel com um brilho suave e translúcido. De que cor é a aura de uma pessoa mentalmente saudável? De que cor é a tua aura?&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112550196838616189?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112550196838616189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112550196838616189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112550196838616189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112550196838616189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/08/se-eu-soubesse-ver-aura-das-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112545226387286977</id><published>2005-08-31T10:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T02:41:23.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

desculpa. não era, de modo algum intenção minha magoar-te. era apenas receio de ser magoada.

ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112545226387286977?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112545226387286977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112545226387286977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112545226387286977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112545226387286977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/08/sorry-desculpa.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112545050010643564</id><published>2005-08-31T10:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T02:08:20.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

Miss you because you teached me how to love myself.  I'm thinking about you all the time. I know you can read my mind and I'm not afraid of what you might find. There is no lie for you to find.  I don't want you to miss me and I don't need you to need me. So, come back soon, 'cause without you I'm just half! (And I can't stop writing before you're back. All this new me is like a hammer in my head!)

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112545050010643564?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112545050010643564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112545050010643564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112545050010643564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112545050010643564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/08/miss-you-miss-you-because-you-teached.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112542629233104905</id><published>2005-08-31T03:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T19:24:52.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Miguel Azevedo&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não vais conseguir. Agora estou cá eu!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112542629233104905?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112542629233104905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112542629233104905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112542629233104905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112542629233104905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/08/miguel-azevedo-no-vais-conseguir.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112542362085237819</id><published>2005-08-31T02:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T18:41:49.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/IM000123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/320/IM000123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando saio do túnel vejo esta luz que me faz querer ser um gigante e abraçar a montanha.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112542362085237819?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112542362085237819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112542362085237819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112542362085237819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112542362085237819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/08/quando-saio-do-tnel-vejo-esta-luz-que.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112541781904133715</id><published>2005-08-31T01:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T17:03:39.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/IM000571d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/320/IM000571d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Smile&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Conheço alguém que sorri sempre para a vida. Que sorri quando fala sério e quando brinca. Tenho aprendido muito com esse alguém. Coloquei o seu sorriso na parede, em lugar de destaque para que eu possa sorrir sempre para a vida. Fazia tanta falta na minha vida! É agora a altura de a boa disposição aparecer para mim. Tudo tem o seu tempo para cada um.  O meu tempo agora é de espalhar sorrisos. E fotografias pelo quarto daqueles que me fazem sorrir sempre!

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112541781904133715?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112541781904133715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112541781904133715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112541781904133715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112541781904133715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/08/smile-conheo-algum-que-sorri-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112541681463130171</id><published>2005-08-31T00:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:50:39.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dedicated to you mother fucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

you hurt me and then you hurt me again and you keep on hurting me. does it gives you any special pleasure? i hope so, so my pain has a reason of being. you were capable of changing my love to hate. are you human? i wonder every single day why, why me? what the hell have i done to you, to someone, to deserve this? fortunately i'm always learning. if your intention was letting me down and destroy all the love and strengh inside me... i'm really sorry disappointing you, but you didn't make it, au contraire mon ami! i thought you knew me better in order to know that i feed myself with all the hate and jealous people have towards me and that includes you. i'm immortal.

ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112541681463130171?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112541681463130171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112541681463130171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112541681463130171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112541681463130171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/08/dedicated-to-you-mother-fucker-you.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112536490178819150</id><published>2005-08-30T10:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T18:43:30.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tu estás só e eu mais só estou, que tu tens o meu olhar"&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;António Variações, &lt;em&gt;Canção do engate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
Disse-te isso e tu deste-me razão. Mas agora digo-o a mais alguém. Tu tens o meu olhar, onde quer que estejas e para onde quer que vás. E eu sei que tenho o teu. Não preciso estar contigo para sentir quando me queres perto. Às vezes também eu te quero perto e não o sei dizer. Mas tu sentes-me tal como eu te sinto a ti, porque eu não sou completa sem ti.
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vocês sabem quem são e o quanto vos estimo.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112536490178819150?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112536490178819150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112536490178819150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112536490178819150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112536490178819150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/08/tu-ests-s-e-eu-mais-s-estou-que-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112536215288280104</id><published>2005-08-29T09:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:42:19.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/IM000355a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/320/IM000355a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Esta é a Ana. Alguém que eu conheço há muito tempo e que tem sido para mim como uma irmã.
Decidimos criar este blog porque há coisas que não queremos guardar só para nós. Porque às vezes uma palavra bonita na hora certa é aquele pequeno "click" para alguém...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112536215288280104?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112536215288280104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112536215288280104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112536215288280104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112536215288280104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/08/esta-ana.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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-15942382.post-112536157936056776</id><published>2005-08-29T09:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T17:21:44.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/1600/IM000579a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/1494/200/IM000579a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to my dear best friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

each day that passes by, i love you more. you're my girlfriend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15942382-112536157936056776?l=likeinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112536157936056776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15942382&amp;postID=112536157936056776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112536157936056776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15942382/posts/default/112536157936056776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likeinpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/08/to-my-dear-best-friend-each-day-that_29.html' title=''/><author><name>one of us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06238139784120152818</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></feed>
