<?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-22053900</id><updated>2011-12-15T02:58:44.698Z</updated><title type='text'>E para Algo completamente estupido temos....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you got to&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, Hold on&lt;br /&gt;You got to hold on&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, I'm standing right here&lt;br /&gt;You gotta hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he gave her a dimestore watch&lt;br /&gt;And a ring made from a spoon&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is looking for someone to blame&lt;br /&gt;But you share my bed, you share my name&lt;br /&gt;Well, go ahead and call the cops&lt;br /&gt;You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops&lt;br /&gt;She said baby, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there's nothin left to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you got to&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;You got to hold on&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, I'm standing right here, you got to&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, God bless your crooked little heart St. Louis got the best of me&lt;br /&gt;I miss your broken-china voice&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you were still here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you build it up, you wreck it down&lt;br /&gt;You burn your mansion to the ground&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing left to keep you here, when&lt;br /&gt;You're falling behind in this&lt;br /&gt;Big blue world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you go to&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;You got to hold on&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, I'm standing right here&lt;br /&gt;You got to hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down by the Riverside motel,&lt;br /&gt;It's 10 below and falling&lt;br /&gt;By a 99 cent store she closed her eyes&lt;br /&gt;And started swaying&lt;br /&gt;But it's so hard to dance that way&lt;br /&gt;When it's cold and there's no music&lt;br /&gt;Well your old hometown is so far away&lt;br /&gt;But, inside your head there's a record&lt;br /&gt;That's playing, a song called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;You really got to hold on&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, I'm standing right here&lt;br /&gt;And just hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;div 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href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2011/04/tom-waits-hold-on-they-hung-sign-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-4488582628359332983</id><published>2008-02-21T01:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-04-20T02:05:04.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Aquele que não nos quer pelo que fazemos, não nos merece pelo que somos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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pensamento'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-6624029078012035943</id><published>2008-01-22T23:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:31:10.821Z</updated><title type='text'>Frio</title><content type='html'>O ar está frio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nada sinto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o ar...&lt;br /&gt;Frio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco-te por entre a multidão&lt;br /&gt;Mas não estás lá...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde andas&lt;br /&gt;Somente sei que te quero!&lt;br /&gt;Pressinto a tua presença!&lt;br /&gt;Olho para trás&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada...&lt;br /&gt;A multidão que cavalgava a rua&lt;br /&gt;Desapareceu...&lt;br /&gt;Deixando atrás de si uma rua deserta&lt;br /&gt;E inóspita!&lt;br /&gt;Somente sobraram as pedras da calçada como recordação...&lt;br /&gt;Somente elas se lembram&lt;br /&gt;Somente elas ficaram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por onde andas?&lt;br /&gt;Não me queres dizer?&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ter contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja no fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Só para te poder ver uma ultima vez...&lt;br /&gt;Tocar-te uma ultima vez...&lt;br /&gt;Antes deste meu corpo partir&lt;br /&gt;Deste mundo devez!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fumo do cigarro enrola-se à minha volta&lt;br /&gt;E eu enrolo-me nele&lt;br /&gt;Uma eterna relação de amor/ódio&lt;br /&gt;Uma eterna permuta sem relação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma estúpida acção minha deu cabo de tudo o que tinhamos&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que é que tinhamos mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Não me lembro...&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ter-te&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu apenas querias passar tempo comigo&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria pertencer-te!&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu apenas querias estar comigo...&lt;br /&gt;Um estar momentanio&lt;br /&gt;Um estar pastilha&lt;br /&gt;Em que se come, chupa e quando o sabor acaba deita-se fora...&lt;br /&gt;E troca-se por outra...&lt;br /&gt;Um estar momentanio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora nada resta...&lt;br /&gt;E agora só a solidão e as memórias de outros dias&lt;br /&gt;Permanecem...&lt;br /&gt;As memórias!&lt;br /&gt;Malditas sejam elas mais o desejo de te ter!!!&lt;br /&gt;Como eu as detesto!&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que tenho que ter memórias...&lt;br /&gt;Especialmente memórias de ti!&lt;br /&gt;Essas memórias destroem-me&lt;br /&gt;Consomem-me!&lt;br /&gt;Aniquilam-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto aqui estou eu&lt;br /&gt;Ao frio...&lt;br /&gt;E mais nada sinto&lt;br /&gt;A não ser o frio...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo porque morri&lt;br /&gt;Sem te ver uma ultima vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AlmaMater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-6624029078012035943?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/6624029078012035943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=6624029078012035943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/6624029078012035943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/6624029078012035943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2008/01/frio.html' title='Frio'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-359591519527791553</id><published>2007-05-06T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:49:01.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Regresso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/Rj3qLf32nLI/AAAAAAAAACA/MT13mg41esU/s1600-h/brilliantovui_doc-1144418290_i_1084_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061459039489531058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/Rj3qLf32nLI/AAAAAAAAACA/MT13mg41esU/s320/brilliantovui_doc-1144418290_i_1084_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou a caminho de casa!&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto o autocarro percorre o asfalto,&lt;br /&gt;Eu percorro as memórias deste fim-de-semana!&lt;br /&gt;E as lágrimas percorrem a minha face...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei que ainda estivesse tão envolvido em ti...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o facto é que estou!&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a realidade!&lt;br /&gt;Uma realidade que me atromenta,&lt;br /&gt;E me consome...&lt;br /&gt;Só me resta perguntar,&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Sim, porquê é que és uma pessoa tão linda?&lt;br /&gt;OH! Como tudo seria mais fácil se não o fosses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-359591519527791553?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/359591519527791553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=359591519527791553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/359591519527791553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/359591519527791553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-regresso.html' title='O Regresso'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/Rj3qLf32nLI/AAAAAAAAACA/MT13mg41esU/s72-c/brilliantovui_doc-1144418290_i_1084_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-9156151804274190380</id><published>2007-05-06T01:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T01:55:36.252+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Reencontro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/Rj0m3f32nKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/n-9U7w9C0Jo/s1600-h/birds+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061244291124731042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/Rj0m3f32nKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/n-9U7w9C0Jo/s400/birds+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentado no café Saboreio o meu cigarro...&lt;br /&gt;E aguardo a tua presença com alguma ânsia e medo...&lt;br /&gt;Como é que será reencontrar-te ao fim de tanto tempo?&lt;br /&gt;Busco uma resposta a esta pergunta,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não a consigo encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;Há tanta coisa que gostaria de te dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Há tantas formas como gostaria de te tocar...&lt;br /&gt;De te olhar...&lt;br /&gt;De te beijar...&lt;br /&gt;De te sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Mas de certo que será o mais convencional!&lt;br /&gt;Como diz o povo:&lt;br /&gt;“O tempo não volta para trás!”&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuo com aquela esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de ser muito ténue&lt;br /&gt;Ela ainda existe...&lt;br /&gt;Uma réstia de esperança!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-9156151804274190380?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/9156151804274190380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=9156151804274190380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/9156151804274190380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/9156151804274190380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-reencontro.html' title='O Reencontro'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/Rj0m3f32nKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/n-9U7w9C0Jo/s72-c/birds+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-3791009936174425863</id><published>2007-05-05T06:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T06:55:40.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esquecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RjwZsf32nJI/AAAAAAAAABw/pwjbHxp-Zxc/s1600-h/drugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060948333518298258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RjwZsf32nJI/AAAAAAAAABw/pwjbHxp-Zxc/s400/drugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afogo-me nas lágrimas que verto&lt;br /&gt;Por não te ter perto de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Rasgo a minha pele&lt;br /&gt;Para que a dor física seja superior&lt;br /&gt;À dor que sinto dentro de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Consumo todo o tipo de drogas&lt;br /&gt;Para que a realidade seja menos cruel...&lt;br /&gt;Encharco-me em álcool&lt;br /&gt;Para poder esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer a terrível realidade em que vivo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo isto é em vão...&lt;br /&gt;A dor continua cá!&lt;br /&gt;A realidade é sempre a mesma!&lt;br /&gt;E eu não te consigo esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-3791009936174425863?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/3791009936174425863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=3791009936174425863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/3791009936174425863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/3791009936174425863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/05/esquecer.html' title='Esquecer'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RjwZsf32nJI/AAAAAAAAABw/pwjbHxp-Zxc/s72-c/drugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-5925327122088118270</id><published>2007-05-05T06:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T06:57:02.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Escarpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RjwR8v32nII/AAAAAAAAABo/e-u7i0LUSUU/s1600-h/DSCN0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060939816598150274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RjwR8v32nII/AAAAAAAAABo/e-u7i0LUSUU/s400/DSCN0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do alto da Escarpa&lt;br /&gt;Vislumbro o mar&lt;br /&gt;A beijar violentamente&lt;br /&gt;As rochas por baixo de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Como dois amantes&lt;br /&gt;Em pleno acto carnal...&lt;br /&gt;A violência é tal&lt;br /&gt;Que pedaços de rocha&lt;br /&gt;Caiem ao mar!&lt;br /&gt;Num misto de amor e ódio&lt;br /&gt;De desejo e ensejo&lt;br /&gt;De querer e de ter&lt;br /&gt;DE possuir o que de mais sagrado existe!&lt;br /&gt;E no fim...&lt;br /&gt;Atingir o nirvana!&lt;br /&gt;O orgasmo final!&lt;br /&gt;O Pleno!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-5925327122088118270?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/5925327122088118270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=5925327122088118270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/5925327122088118270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/5925327122088118270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/05/escarpa.html' title='A Escarpa'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RjwR8v32nII/AAAAAAAAABo/e-u7i0LUSUU/s72-c/DSCN0368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-8861628276415941118</id><published>2007-05-04T05:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T06:03:25.107+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"C"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RjvBGf32nHI/AAAAAAAAABg/b_rgZSnbYfI/s1600-h/eyes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060850923660024946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RjvBGf32nHI/AAAAAAAAABg/b_rgZSnbYfI/s400/eyes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaricio-te os cabelos para te adormecer...&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro dos nossos corpos invade o quarto...&lt;br /&gt;Beijo o teu corpo para poder sentir o teu sabor com os meus lábios...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o teu calor no meu corpo enquanto te envolto com os meus braços...&lt;br /&gt;E assim adormeces...&lt;br /&gt;Sorris...&lt;br /&gt;Um simples sorriso de prazer, de quem se sente aconchegada e protegida...&lt;br /&gt;E ali fico...&lt;br /&gt;A olhar-te...&lt;br /&gt;A acariciar-te...&lt;br /&gt;E assim passo a noite...&lt;br /&gt;De manhã quando acordas, sorris...&lt;br /&gt;O brilho dos teus olhos ao ver-me&lt;br /&gt;Ali...&lt;br /&gt;A teu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina o meu dia...&lt;br /&gt;O cansaço que sentia, por ter passado a noite em claro, desaparece nesse momento...&lt;br /&gt;E sussurras um:&lt;br /&gt;"Bom dia Amor"&lt;br /&gt;E assim, fazes-me sentir o homem mais feliz do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;És simplesmente linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-8861628276415941118?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/8861628276415941118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=8861628276415941118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/8861628276415941118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/8861628276415941118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/05/c.html' title='&quot;C&quot;'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RjvBGf32nHI/AAAAAAAAABg/b_rgZSnbYfI/s72-c/eyes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-3116076376157794291</id><published>2007-05-03T05:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T06:58:06.305+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/Rjlkiv32nGI/AAAAAAAAABY/0eF7cF3TO40/s1600-h/fototroveredph9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060186204456524898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/Rjlkiv32nGI/AAAAAAAAABY/0eF7cF3TO40/s400/fototroveredph9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procuro os teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Preciso do teu calor&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Do som da tua voz...&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me a luz dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Para me guiar na escuridão da noite&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite sem Lua&lt;br /&gt;E sem guia...&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite deserta&lt;br /&gt;Sem alegria...&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite sem futuro&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-3116076376157794291?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/3116076376157794291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=3116076376157794291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/3116076376157794291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/3116076376157794291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/05/noite.html' title='A Noite'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/Rjlkiv32nGI/AAAAAAAAABY/0eF7cF3TO40/s72-c/fototroveredph9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-1194330701716024993</id><published>2007-05-03T04:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T06:58:59.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As Praias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RiwDGT8fTnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/E2EKj1tIgK8/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056419888598306418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RiwDGT8fTnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/E2EKj1tIgK8/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Praia I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa praia perdida&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a areia nos pés&lt;br /&gt;O mar beija-me docemente,&lt;br /&gt;E eu o acaricio...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o sol a queimar-me a pele&lt;br /&gt;E fumo um cigarro.&lt;br /&gt;O vazio apodera-se de mim&lt;br /&gt;E tu fugiste!&lt;br /&gt;E cheiro a brisa que se levanta.&lt;br /&gt;AH! Como é bom poder-me perder assim!&lt;br /&gt;AH! Como é bom estar aqui e em lado nenhum ao mesmo tempo!&lt;br /&gt;Mas o vazio cá continua&lt;br /&gt;E tu não voltaste!&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me a praia perdida&lt;br /&gt;Em lado nenhum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Praia II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só, corro pela praia deserta&lt;br /&gt;Espero por ti no fim&lt;br /&gt;Mas não apareces!&lt;br /&gt;Somente vejo o que resta da tua espera...&lt;br /&gt;O véu...&lt;br /&gt;O véu onde estavas deitada&lt;br /&gt;O que resta da tua espera, lá está!&lt;br /&gt;Deitado na areia&lt;br /&gt;Largado ao vento...&lt;br /&gt;O véu ficou...&lt;br /&gt;Só...&lt;br /&gt;Abandonado...&lt;br /&gt;Como véu, estou eu!&lt;br /&gt;Só e abandonado!&lt;br /&gt;Numa praia deserta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Praia III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro da praia&lt;br /&gt;Invade o ar&lt;br /&gt;O absinto corre lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Pela minha garganta...&lt;br /&gt;O seu sabor delicado&lt;br /&gt;Invade a minha Alma&lt;br /&gt;O perfume do ópio&lt;br /&gt;É inalado pelo meu nariz&lt;br /&gt;E assim começa a viagem...&lt;br /&gt;Uma viagem por entre uma realidade alternativa!&lt;br /&gt;Uma realidade mais bela,&lt;br /&gt;E menos cruel...&lt;br /&gt;AH! O prazer começa a fazer-se sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vai ser dia de uma longa viagem&lt;br /&gt;Onde o regresso está longe para chegar!!!&lt;br /&gt;É o início da felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-1194330701716024993?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/1194330701716024993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=1194330701716024993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/1194330701716024993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/1194330701716024993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/05/as-praias.html' title='As Praias...'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RiwDGT8fTnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/E2EKj1tIgK8/s72-c/image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-8810028894850534547</id><published>2007-04-21T00:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T01:03:04.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TABACARIA - ÁLVARO CAMPOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RilTyj8fTmI/AAAAAAAAABI/ps8h9ThPYak/s1600-h/cigarro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055664184807607906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RilTyj8fTmI/AAAAAAAAABI/ps8h9ThPYak/s400/cigarro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou nada.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca serei nada.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso querer ser nada.&lt;br /&gt;À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janelas do meu quarto,&lt;br /&gt;Do meu quarto de um dos milhões do mundo que ninguém sabe quem é&lt;br /&gt;(E se soubessem quem é, o que saberiam?),&lt;br /&gt;Dais para o mistério de uma rua cruzada constantemente por gente,&lt;br /&gt;Para uma rua inacessível a todos os pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;Real, impossivelmente real, certa, desconhecidamente certa,&lt;br /&gt;Com o mistério das coisas por baixo das pedras e dos seres,&lt;br /&gt;Com a morte a pôr humidade nas paredes e cabelos brancos nos homens,&lt;br /&gt;Com o Destino a conduzir a carroça de tudo pela estrada de nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou hoje vencido, como se soubesse a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Estou hoje lúcido, como se estivesse para morrer,&lt;br /&gt;E não tivesse mais irmandade com as coisas&lt;br /&gt;Senão uma despedida, tornando-se esta casa e este lado da rua&lt;br /&gt;A fileira de carruagens de um comboio, e uma partida apitada&lt;br /&gt;De dentro da minha cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;E uma sacudidela dos meus nervos e um ranger de ossos na ida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou hoje perplexo como quem pensou e achou e esqueceu.&lt;br /&gt;Estou hoje dividido entre a lealdade que devo&lt;br /&gt;À Tabacaria do outro lado da rua, como coisa real por fora,&lt;br /&gt;E à sensação de que tudo é sonho, como coisa real por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falhei em tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Como não fiz propósito nenhum, talvez tudo fosse nada.&lt;br /&gt;A aprendizagem que me deram,&lt;br /&gt;Desci dela pela janela das traseiras da casa,&lt;br /&gt;Fui até ao campo com grandes propósitos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas lá encontrei só ervas e árvores,&lt;br /&gt;E quando havia gente era igual à outra.&lt;br /&gt;Saio da janela, sento-me numa cadeira. Em que hei-de pensar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sei eu do que serei, eu que não sei o que sou?&lt;br /&gt;Ser o que penso? Mas penso ser tanta coisa!&lt;br /&gt;E há tantos que pensam ser a mesma coisa que não pode haver tantos!&lt;br /&gt;Génio? Neste momento&lt;br /&gt;Cem mil cérebros se concebem em sonho génios como eu,&lt;br /&gt;E a história não marcará, quem sabe?, nem um,&lt;br /&gt;Nem haverá senão estrume de tantas conquistas futuras.&lt;br /&gt;Não, não creio em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Em todos os manicómios há doidos malucos com tantas certezas!&lt;br /&gt;Eu, que não tenho nenhuma certeza, sou mais certo ou menos certo?&lt;br /&gt;Não, nem em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Em quantas mansardas e não-mansardas do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Não estão nesta hora génios-para-si-mesmos sonhando?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas aspirações altas e nobres e lúcidas -&lt;br /&gt;Sim, verdadeiramente altas e nobres e lúcidas -,&lt;br /&gt;E quem sabe se realizáveis,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca verão a luz do sol real nem acharão ouvidos de gente?&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é para quem nasce para o conquistar&lt;br /&gt;E não para quem sonha que pode conquistá-lo, ainda que tenha razão.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sonhado mais que o que Napoleão fez.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho apertado ao peito hipotético mais humanidades do que Cristo,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho feito filosofias em segredo que nenhum Kant escreveu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou, e talvez serei sempre, o da mansarda,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que não more nela;&lt;br /&gt;Serei sempre o que não nasceu para isso;&lt;br /&gt;Serei sempre só o que tinha qualidades;&lt;br /&gt;Serei sempre o que esperou que lhe abrissem a porta ao pé de uma parede sem porta&lt;br /&gt;E cantou a cantiga do Infinito numa capoeira,&lt;br /&gt;E ouviu a voz de Deus num poço tapado.&lt;br /&gt;Crer em mim? Não, nem em nada.&lt;br /&gt;Derrame-me a Natureza sobre a cabeça ardente&lt;br /&gt;O seu sol, a sua chuva, o vento que me acha o cabelo,&lt;br /&gt;E o resto que venha se vier, ou tiver que vir, ou não venha.&lt;br /&gt;Escravos cardíacos das estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;Conquistámos todo o mundo antes de nos levantar da cama;&lt;br /&gt;Mas acordámos e ele é opaco,&lt;br /&gt;Levantámo-nos e ele é alheio,&lt;br /&gt;Saímos de casa e ele é a terra inteira,&lt;br /&gt;Mais o sistema solar e a Via Láctea e o Indefinido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Come chocolates, pequena;&lt;br /&gt;Come chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;Olha que não há mais metafísica no mundo senão chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;Olha que as religiões todas não ensinam mais que a confeitaria.&lt;br /&gt;Come, pequena suja, come!&lt;br /&gt;Pudesse eu comer chocolates com a mesma verdade com que comes!&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu penso e, ao tirar o papel de prata, que é de folhas de estanho,&lt;br /&gt;Deito tudo para o chão, como tenho deitado a vida.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao menos fica da amargura do que nunca serei&lt;br /&gt;A caligrafia rápida destes versos,&lt;br /&gt;Pórtico partido para o Impossível.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao menos consagro a mim mesmo um desprezo sem lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Nobre ao menos no gesto largo com que atiro&lt;br /&gt;A roupa suja que sou, sem rol, pra o decurso das coisas,&lt;br /&gt;E fico em casa sem camisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tu, que consolas, que não existes e por isso consolas,&lt;br /&gt;Ou deusa grega, concebida como estátua que fosse viva,&lt;br /&gt;Ou patrícia romana, impossivelmente nobre e nefasta,&lt;br /&gt;Ou princesa de trovadores, gentilíssima e colorida,&lt;br /&gt;Ou marquesa do século dezoito, decotada e longínqua,&lt;br /&gt;Ou cocote célebre do tempo dos nossos pais,&lt;br /&gt;Ou não sei quê moderno - não concebo bem o quê -,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso, seja o que for, que sejas, se pode inspirar que inspire!&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração é um balde despejado.&lt;br /&gt;Como os que invocam espíritos invocam espíritos invoco&lt;br /&gt;A mim mesmo e não encontro nada.&lt;br /&gt;Chego à janela e vejo a rua com uma nitidez absoluta.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo as lojas, vejo os passeios, vejo os carros que passam,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo os entes vivos vestidos que se cruzam,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo os cães que também existem,&lt;br /&gt;E tudo isto me pesa como uma condenação ao degredo,&lt;br /&gt;E tudo isto é estrangeiro, como tudo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivi, estudei, amei, e até cri,&lt;br /&gt;E hoje não há mendigo que eu não inveje só por não ser eu.&lt;br /&gt;Olho a cada um os andrajos e as chagas e a mentira,&lt;br /&gt;E penso: talvez nunca vivesses nem estudasses nem amasses nem cresses&lt;br /&gt;(Porque é possível fazer a realidade de tudo isso sem fazer nada disso);&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tenhas existido apenas, como um lagarto a quem cortam o rabo&lt;br /&gt;E que é rabo para aquém do lagarto remexidamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz de mim o que não soube,&lt;br /&gt;E o que podia fazer de mim não o fiz.&lt;br /&gt;O dominó que vesti era errado.&lt;br /&gt;Conheceram-me logo por quem não era e não desmenti, e perdi-me.&lt;br /&gt;Quando quis tirar a máscara,&lt;br /&gt;Estava pegada à cara.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a tirei e me vi ao espelho,&lt;br /&gt;Já tinha envelhecido.&lt;br /&gt;Estava bêbado, já não sabia vestir o dominó que não tinha tirado.&lt;br /&gt;Deitei fora a máscara e dormi no vestiário&lt;br /&gt;Como um cão tolerado pela gerência&lt;br /&gt;Por ser inofensivo&lt;br /&gt;E vou escrever esta história para provar que sou sublime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essência musical dos meus versos inúteis,&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera encontrar-te como coisa que eu fizesse,&lt;br /&gt;E não ficasse sempre defronte da Tabacaria de defronte,&lt;br /&gt;Calcando aos pés a consciência de estar existindo,&lt;br /&gt;Como um tapete em que um bêbado tropeça&lt;br /&gt;Ou um capacho que os ciganos roubaram e não valia nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o dono da Tabacaria chegou à porta e ficou à porta.&lt;br /&gt;Olhou-o com o desconforto da cabeça mal voltada&lt;br /&gt;E com o desconforto da alma mal-entendendo.&lt;br /&gt;Ele morrerá e eu morrerei.&lt;br /&gt;Ele deixará a tabuleta, e eu deixarei versos.&lt;br /&gt;A certa altura morrerá a tabuleta também, e os versos também.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de certa altura morrerá a rua onde esteve a tabuleta,&lt;br /&gt;E a língua em que foram escritos os versos.&lt;br /&gt;Morrerá depois o planeta girante em que tudo isto se deu.&lt;br /&gt;Em outros satélites de outros sistemas qualquer coisa como gente&lt;br /&gt;Continuará fazendo coisas como versos e vivendo por baixo de coisas como tabuletas,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre uma coisa defronte da outra,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre uma coisa tão inútil como a outra,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre o impossível tão estúpido como o real,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre o mistério do fundo tão certo como o sono de mistério da superfície,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre isto ou sempre outra coisa ou nem uma coisa nem outra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas um homem entrou na Tabacaria (para comprar tabaco?),&lt;br /&gt;E a realidade plausível cai de repente em cima de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Semiergo-me enérgico, convencido, humano,&lt;br /&gt;E vou tencionar escrever estes versos em que digo o contrário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acendo um cigarro ao pensar em escrevê-los&lt;br /&gt;E saboreio no cigarro a libertação de todos os pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Sigo o fumo como uma rota própria,&lt;br /&gt;E gozo, num momento sensitivo e competente,&lt;br /&gt;A libertação de todas as especulações&lt;br /&gt;E a consciência de que a metafísica é uma consequência de estar mal disposto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois deito-me para trás na cadeira&lt;br /&gt;E continuo fumando.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o Destino mo conceder, continuarei fumando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Se eu casasse com a filha da minha lavadeira&lt;br /&gt;Talvez fosse feliz.)&lt;br /&gt;Visto isto, levanto-me da cadeira. Vou à janela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem saiu da Tabacaria (metendo troco na algibeira das calças?).&lt;br /&gt;Ah, conheço-o: é o Esteves sem metafísica.&lt;br /&gt;(O dono da Tabacaria chegou à porta.)&lt;br /&gt;Como por um instinto divino o Esteves voltou-se e viu-me.&lt;br /&gt;Acenou-me adeus gritei-lhe Adeus ó Esteves!, e o universo&lt;br /&gt;Reconstruiu-se-me sem ideal nem esperança, e o dono da Tabacaria sorriu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-8810028894850534547?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/8810028894850534547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-6687098179891999567</id><published>2007-03-12T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-12T18:21:53.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Salvador Dali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RfWZiAgDrBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yyhNgfE-WI4/s1600-h/dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RfWZiAgDrBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yyhNgfE-WI4/s400/dali.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041104167440198674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Se todos os filhos da puta voassem... não se via o sol»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvador Dali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-6687098179891999567?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RfWZiAgDrBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yyhNgfE-WI4/s72-c/dali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-3614522260116208683</id><published>2007-02-22T21:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:54:40.977Z</updated><title type='text'>A viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/Rd-YuwhZImI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DUfubgF6soM/s1600-h/boat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034910837489869410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/Rd-YuwhZImI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DUfubgF6soM/s400/boat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/Rd-X5ghZIlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7aJBgTiV3cY/s1600-h/boat.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comecei outra viagem...&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez em direcção ao sul...&lt;br /&gt;Durante os próximos tempos vou ficar por cá, a fazer aquilo que amo!&lt;br /&gt;Vai-me fazer bem, estar longe de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Mas também estou sempre longe de ti, por isso não compreendo o porquê desta afirmação...&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer forma acho que me vai fazer bem...&lt;br /&gt;Como uma amiga me disse “Novos sítios, novas caras, novas pessoas” ao que eu acrescento: Uma nova vida!&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar uma nova vida!&lt;br /&gt;A chuva começou a cair e bate com violência contra o vidro da frente do autocarro...&lt;br /&gt;Hum...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que até os céus abençoam esta minha vinda para aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Ou simplesmente está a chover...&lt;br /&gt;Como tudo na vida, é dúbio...&lt;br /&gt;E eu, eu não sou honesto contigo!&lt;br /&gt;Não foi só uma porta, foi o meu coração que se abriu...&lt;br /&gt;Espero que um dia consigas entender...&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, espero um dia conseguir explicar, e que depois tu consigas entender...&lt;br /&gt;Será mais isto!&lt;br /&gt;Bem vou desligar o computador, descansar um pouco e quando chegar será o Inicio...&lt;br /&gt;O Inicio de uma nova vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus e até um dia miúda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-3614522260116208683?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/Rd-YuwhZImI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DUfubgF6soM/s72-c/boat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-7732029805518233809</id><published>2007-02-16T22:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T22:17:28.178Z</updated><title type='text'>Milan Kundera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RdYtBSO5YEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RBET6uWa2Xg/s1600-h/Picture15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032259133730545730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RdYtBSO5YEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RBET6uWa2Xg/s320/Picture15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A inexperiência como uma qualidade da condição humana.&lt;br /&gt;Nascemos uma vez por todas, nunca poderemos recomeçar uma outra vida com as experiências da vida anterior.&lt;br /&gt;Saímos da infância sem sabermos o que é a juventude, casamo-nos sem sabermos o que é ser casado, e mesmo quando entramos na velhice, não sabemos para onde vamos: os velhos são crianças inocentes da sua velhice.&lt;br /&gt;Neste sentido, a terra do homem é o planeta da inexperiência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milan Kundera, in "A Arte do Romance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-7732029805518233809?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/7732029805518233809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=7732029805518233809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/7732029805518233809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/7732029805518233809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/02/milan-kundera.html' title='Milan Kundera'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RdYtBSO5YEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RBET6uWa2Xg/s72-c/Picture15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-2537282598591364118</id><published>2007-02-16T03:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T03:42:23.465Z</updated><title type='text'>Goo Goo Dolls - Iris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RdUlMiO5YDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yMq-gZYju2M/s1600-h/sunset+river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031969055934341170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fl_QcjREI6A/RdUlMiO5YDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yMq-gZYju2M/s320/sunset+river.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;You are the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;'Cause sooner or later it's over&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With love...&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-2537282598591364118?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/2537282598591364118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=2537282598591364118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-117149802189058408</id><published>2007-02-14T23:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-03T03:29:16.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois de algum tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/1600/229780/namorados-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/320/425459/namorados-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algum tempo aprendes a diferença, a subtil diferença, entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aprendes que amar não significa apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E começas a aprender que beijos não são contratos, e presentes não são promessas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não importa o quão boa seja uma pessoa, vai ferir-te de vez em quando e precisas perdoá-la por isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobres que se leva anos para se construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la, e que podes fazer coisas num instante, das quais te arrependerás pelo resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distâncias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que importa não é o que tu tens na vida, mas quem tens na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobres que as pessoas com quem mais te importas na vida, são tiradas de ti muito depressa; por isso, devemos deixar sempre as pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas porque pode ser a última vez que as vemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que paciência requer muita prática.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que quando estás com raiva tens o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não te dá o direito de seres cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém. Algumas vezes, tens que aprender a perdoar-te a ti mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que com a mesma severidade com que julgas, tu serás em algum momento, condenado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que não importa em quantos pedaços o teu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que o consertes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, finalmente, aprendes que o tempo, não é algo que possa voltar para trás. Portanto, planta o teu jardim e decora a tua alma, invés de esperar que alguém te traga flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E percebes que realmente podes suportar... que realmente és forte, e que podes ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que realmente a vida tem valor, e que tu tens valor diante da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que só o medo de tentar nos faz perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te miúda...&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-117149802189058408?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/117149802189058408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=117149802189058408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117149802189058408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117149802189058408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/02/depois-de-algum-tempo.html' title='Depois de algum tempo...'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-117121971575303879</id><published>2007-02-11T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-11T18:48:35.786Z</updated><title type='text'>TU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/1600/256780/image02121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/320/958212/image02121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu olhar penetra-me&lt;br /&gt;Como uma faca aguçada&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso encanta-me&lt;br /&gt;Como a flauta à cobra&lt;br /&gt;Os teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Desejo sentir&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Desejo tocar&lt;br /&gt;O teu espaço&lt;br /&gt;Desejo penetrar&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te ter&lt;br /&gt;Pois desejo-te...&lt;br /&gt;Acima de tudo e de todos...&lt;br /&gt;É um desejo proibido&lt;br /&gt;Este que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo de...&lt;br /&gt;AH! Mulher!&lt;br /&gt;Como gosto de ti!&lt;br /&gt;Como sinto a tua falta!&lt;br /&gt;Como me fazes mal&lt;br /&gt;Com essa tua ausência...&lt;br /&gt;Por que é que tem que ser assim...&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-117121971575303879?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/117121971575303879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=117121971575303879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117121971575303879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117121971575303879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/02/tu.html' title='TU!'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-117085048049715185</id><published>2007-02-07T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-07T12:14:40.530Z</updated><title type='text'>sorriso-do-bisturi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Enviaram-me este texto por mail, eu não queria entrar na contenda do sim, ou não pois acho que cada um deve pensar por si e votar dentro da sua consciência. Isto de apesar o meu voto no referendo do próximo dia 11/02 ser pelo SIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o texto que em baixo apresento encontra-se no blog acima mencionado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor &lt;strong&gt;VOTEM&lt;/strong&gt;! Não fiquem em casa e a coçar a micose e vão votar!&lt;br /&gt;É um direito e um dever cívico!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carminho &amp; Sandra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carminho senta - se nos bancos almofadados do BMW da mãe. Chove lá fora .Encosta o nariz ao vidro para disfarçar duas enormes lágrimas que lhe rolam pela face. A mãe conduz o carro e aperta - lhe ternamente a mão. Há muito trânsito na Lapa ao fim da tarde. A mãe tem um olhar triste e vago mas aperta com força a mão da filha de 18 anos. Estão juntas. A caminho de Espanha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mais a baixo na cidade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra senta - se no banco côr - de - laranja do autocarro 22 que sai de Alcântara. Chove lá fora. Encosta o nariz ao vidro para disfarçar duas enormes lágrimas que lhe rolam pela face. A mãe está sentada ao lado dela. Encosta o guarda - chuva aos pés gelados e aperta - lhe ternamente a mão. Há muito trânsito em Alcântara ao fim da tarde. A mãe tem um olhar triste e vago mas aperta com força a mão da filha de 18 anos. Estão juntas. A caminho de casa de Uma Senhora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O BMW e o autocarro 22 cruzam - se a subir a Avenida Infante Santo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carminho despe - se a tremer sem nunca conseguir estancar o choro. Veste uma bata verde. Deita - se numa marquesa. É atendida por uma médica que lhe entoa palavras doces ao ouvido, enquanto lhe afaga o cabelo. Carminho sente - se a adormecer depois de respirar mais fundo o cheiro que a máscara exala. Chora enquanto dorme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra não se despe e treme muito sem conseguir estancar o choro. Nervosa , brinca com as tranças que a mãe lhe fez de manhã na tentativa de lhe recuperar a infância. A Senhora chega. A mãe entrega um envelope à Senhora. A Senhora abre - o e resmunga qualquer coisa. É altura de beber um liquido verde de sabor muito ácido. O copo está sujo, pensa Sandra. Sente – se doente e sabe que vai adormecer. Chora enquanto dorme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carminho acorda do seu sono induzido. Tem a mãe e a médica ao seu lado. Não sente dores no corpo mas as lágrimas não param de lhe correr cara abaixo. Sai da clínica de rosto destapado. Sabe –lhe bem o ar fresco da manhã. É tempo de regressar a casa. Quando a placa da União Europeia surge na estrada a dizer PORTUGAL, Carminho chora convulsivamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra não acorda. E não acorda . E não acorda. A mãe geme baixinho desesperada ao seu lado. Pede à Senhora para chamar uma ambulância. A Senhora não deixa, ponha – se daqui para fora com a miúda, há uma cabine lá em baixo, livre – se de dizer a alguém que eu existo.&lt;br /&gt;A mãe arrasta a Sandra inanimada escada a baixo. Um vizinho cansado, chama o 112 e a polícia.&lt;br /&gt;Sandra acorda no quarto 122 dias depois. As lágrimas cara abaixo. Não poderás ter mais filhos, Sandra, disse –lhe uma médica, emocionada.&lt;br /&gt;Sai do hospital de cara tapada, coberta por um lenço. Não sente o ar fresco da manhã. No bolso junto ao útero magoado, a intimação para se apresentar a um tribunal do seu país: Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-117085048049715185?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sorriso-do-bisturi.blogspot.com/' title='sorriso-do-bisturi'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/117085048049715185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=117085048049715185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117085048049715185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117085048049715185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/02/sorriso-do-bisturi.html' title='sorriso-do-bisturi'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-117063318744679840</id><published>2007-02-04T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-08T12:04:41.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Um fim de semana em cheio...</title><content type='html'>Bem depois de um fim-de-semana em cheio, muita farra e nenhum descanso, vou aterrar na cama agora...&lt;br /&gt;Não é por nada, mas levantei-me eram 9h AM de sexta-feira e ainda não fui à cama...&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi um fim-de-semana em cheio...&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de rock, teatro e divertimento...&lt;br /&gt;De 6ª para sábado foi a noite de rock do Bauhaus, em que todas as 1ª sextas do mês é a Festa RockMix com o Dj Rui Remix e o meu bom amigo Dj Miguel Assumpção…&lt;br /&gt;Sábado foi dia de peça de teatro na linda Aldeia de Benfica do Ribatejo, um bem-haja para todos os que nos receberam tão bem…&lt;br /&gt;Chegado a Cascais e ainda não satisfeito e cheio de pica, lá fui até à Catedral do Rock o 2001!!!&lt;br /&gt;O que me deixou muito inspirado para escrever, esta semana será dedicada ao Rock…&lt;br /&gt;E vamos já abrir as hostilidades com este grande clássico…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/1600/454100/guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/400/689521/guitar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Money - Walk On Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if I could walk on water&lt;br /&gt;And if I could find some way to prove&lt;br /&gt;If I could walk on water would you believe in me&lt;br /&gt;My love is so true&lt;br /&gt;(Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm no angel, now, I'll admit&lt;br /&gt;I made a few bad moves I should regret&lt;br /&gt;I hurt you once or so you said&lt;br /&gt;Just one more chance is all you get&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to do you wrong again&lt;br /&gt;Worse things have been done by better men&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, don't, don't treat me this way&lt;br /&gt;I know, yes, I've got to pay now, I'm still paying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if I could walk on water&lt;br /&gt;And if I could find some way to prove&lt;br /&gt;If I could walk on water would you believe in me, my love is true&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along, I told you lies&lt;br /&gt;To err is human, forgive is divine&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a fool, don't settle the score&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't take it no more, I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if I could walk on water&lt;br /&gt;And if I could find some way to prove&lt;br /&gt;If I could walk on water would you believe in me, my love is true&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I could walk on water (if I could)&lt;br /&gt;Is that what I'm gonna have to do&lt;br /&gt;If I could walk on water would be you believe in me, my love is so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to walk, walk, walk on water for you&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, baby, there's a little time, let's spend it together&lt;br /&gt;We'll get over what we left behind, there's our future together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well let's stay together &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(musical interlude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I could walk on water &lt;br/&gt;And if I could find some way to prove&lt;br /&gt;If I could walk on water would you believe in me, my love is true&lt;br /&gt;My love is so true, do I have to walk, oh, walk on water for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to walk, girl &lt;br/&gt;If I had to walk, walk, walk&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to walk on water, walk on water for you&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to walk on water &lt;br/&gt;Do I have to find some way to prove&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to walk on water, walk on water for you&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to walk on water &lt;br/&gt;Do I have to find some way to prove&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, walk on water, walk on water for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;br /&gt;ALmaMater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-117063318744679840?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/117063318744679840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=117063318744679840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117063318744679840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117063318744679840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/02/um-fim-de-semana-em-cheio.html' title='Um fim de semana em cheio...'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-117045909433729022</id><published>2007-02-02T18:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:00:32.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Para tirar o pó a alguns cd's... :)</title><content type='html'>Hoje é dia de Rock!&lt;br /&gt;E para relembrar algumas da muzikas da minha juventude andei a tirar o pó a alguns cd's... :)&lt;br /&gt;E deparei-me com esta linda muzika de amor...&lt;br /&gt;À primeira vista pode não parecer, mas é!!!&lt;br /&gt;E sem mais demoras aqui vai ela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/1600/742344/Grammostola%20pulchra%20-%20female.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/320/276667/Grammostola%20pulchra%20-%20female.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice Cooper - Poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cruel device&lt;br /&gt;your blood like ice&lt;br /&gt;one look could kill&lt;br /&gt;my pain, your thrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison.&lt;br /&gt;You're poison running through my veins,&lt;br /&gt;You're poison...&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna break these chains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth so hot&lt;br /&gt;your web, I'm caught&lt;br /&gt;your skin, so wet&lt;br /&gt;black lace, on sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (and pins)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin (deep in)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison.&lt;br /&gt;You're poison running through my veins,&lt;br /&gt;You're Poison...&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna break these chains.&lt;br /&gt;Poison....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look (one look)&lt;br /&gt;could kill (could kill)&lt;br /&gt;my pain, your thrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison.&lt;br /&gt;You're poison running through my veins,&lt;br /&gt;You're poison...&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna break these chains.&lt;br /&gt;Poison...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna break these chains&lt;br /&gt;Poison... (poison)&lt;br /&gt;Running deep inside my veins...&lt;br /&gt;Running deep inside my veins...&lt;br /&gt;Poison... (poison)&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna break these chains&lt;br /&gt;Poison...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-117045909433729022?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/117045909433729022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=117045909433729022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117045909433729022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117045909433729022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/02/para-tirar-o-p-alguns-cds.html' title='Para tirar o pó a alguns cd&apos;s... :)'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-117038606389081428</id><published>2007-02-02T02:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-02T03:14:23.943Z</updated><title type='text'>A minha Noiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/1600/112712/DSCN2266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/320/629846/DSCN2266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomo a noite como minha noiva&lt;br /&gt;E numa praia deserta&lt;br /&gt;A possuo como minha mulher...&lt;br /&gt;O mar abençoa esta união&lt;br /&gt;Ao sabor das ondas&lt;br /&gt;Que beijam a areia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lua olha por nós&lt;br /&gt;E sorri…&lt;br /&gt;Os seus raios&lt;br /&gt;Iluminam a minha amada&lt;br /&gt;A minha adorada Noite…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deito-me na areia&lt;br /&gt;E sinto o seu manto&lt;br /&gt;A cobrir-me&lt;br /&gt;A aconchegar o meu sono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adormeço ao som&lt;br /&gt;Da canção de embalar&lt;br /&gt;Que o mar canta&lt;br /&gt;Com as ondas a praia&lt;br /&gt;Beijar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AlmaMater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-117038606389081428?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/117038606389081428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=117038606389081428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117038606389081428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117038606389081428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/02/minha-noiva.html' title='A minha Noiva'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-117031716112193253</id><published>2007-02-01T06:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:44:39.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma memória e uma noite bem passada...</title><content type='html'>Hoje vinha a caminho de casa depois de ter passado um óptimo serão na companhia de uma mulher maravilhosa…&lt;br /&gt;Nada de pensamentos pecaminosos…&lt;br /&gt;Estivemos num bar à conversa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas como sempre, o que é bom acaba depressa e as horas pareceram simples minutos que voaram sem se saber como…&lt;br /&gt;Muito falamos e mais ainda partilhamos…&lt;br /&gt;Muito não dissemos mas não esquecemos…&lt;br /&gt;Desejos por partilhar…&lt;br /&gt;Segredos por desvendar…&lt;br /&gt;Memórias partilhadas…&lt;br /&gt;Olhares cruzados…&lt;br /&gt;Não disse tudo o que queria…&lt;br /&gt;Não fiz tudo o que desejava…&lt;br /&gt;Mas adorei cada nanossegundo da noite…&lt;br /&gt;A sandes de atum era boa e a Guinness estava maravilhosa como sempre…&lt;br /&gt;Mas como estava a dizer depois deste momento de divagação mental, no regresso a casa, faço o “passeio” que adoro…&lt;br /&gt;Vir pela marginal olhar as praias, ver o mar…&lt;br /&gt;É claro que tenho que parar na praia, pois o mar está a chamar-me…&lt;br /&gt;O frio, esse deixa-me em paz por breves momentos enquanto eu desabafo as minhas tormentas num mar calmo…&lt;br /&gt;Volto ao carro e ligo o rádio onde consigo apanhar o fim de uma muzika que adoro, a qual pertence a um filme que venero e que por muitas vezes o veja e reveja choro sempre no fim…&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sou um eterno romântico…&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me prazer galantear a pessoa de quem gosto…&lt;br /&gt;Fazer elogios, oferecer flores, andar a passear de mão dada, dar longos passeios pela praia, passear pelo pontão de Cascais, passear por Sintra e pela sua linda paisagem…&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu sou um eterno romântico, e com muito prazer, só tenho pena não conseguir arranjar alguém que saiba acompanhar este meu romantismo...&lt;br /&gt;Bem voltando ao motivo deste post, a muzika que me fez largar algumas lágrimas hoje na praia…&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica ela na sua versão original e completa sendo que o texto entre […] não entra no filme, mas é parte da muzika…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Here's looking at you, kid"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/1600/104801/Rick%20and%20Ilsa%20drink%20a%20toast%20in%20the%20flashback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/320/576981/Rick%20and%20Ilsa%20drink%20a%20toast%20in%20the%20flashback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herman Hupfeld - As Time Goes By&lt;br /&gt;From the film “CasaBlanca”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This day and age we're living in&lt;br /&gt;Gives cause for apprehension&lt;br /&gt;With speed and new invention&lt;br /&gt;And things like fourth dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we get a trifle weary&lt;br /&gt;With Mr. Einstein's theory.&lt;br /&gt;So we must get down to earth at times&lt;br /&gt;Relax relieve the tension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what the progress&lt;br /&gt;Or what may yet be proved&lt;br /&gt;The simple facts of life are such&lt;br /&gt;They cannot be removed.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must remember this&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;The fundamental things apply&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when two lovers woo&lt;br /&gt;They still say, "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;On that you can rely&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the future brings&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight and love songs&lt;br /&gt;Never out of date.&lt;br /&gt;Hearts full of passion&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy and hate.&lt;br /&gt;Woman needs man&lt;br /&gt;And man must have his mate&lt;br /&gt;That no one can deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still the same old story&lt;br /&gt;A fight for love and glory&lt;br /&gt;A case of do or die.&lt;br /&gt;The world will always welcome lovers&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the world will always welcome lovers&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/1600/250262/A%20closeup%20of%20Rick%20and%20Ilsa"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/320/601586/A%20closeup%20of%20Rick%20and%20Ilsa%27s%20famous%20goodbye%20at%20the%20airport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life. Remember we'll always have Paris."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-117031716112193253?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/117031716112193253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=117031716112193253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117031716112193253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117031716112193253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/02/uma-memria-e-uma-noite-bem-passada.html' title='Uma memória e uma noite bem passada...'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-117030563857575855</id><published>2007-02-01T03:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-01T04:53:59.640Z</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead - Creep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/1600/836213/DSCN2257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/320/606228/DSCN2257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were here before,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't look you in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;You're just like an angel,&lt;br /&gt;Your skin makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;You float like a feather,&lt;br /&gt;in a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special,&lt;br /&gt;You're so fuckin' special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;I want to have control.&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect body,&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect soul.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to notice,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm not around.&lt;br /&gt;You're so fuckin' special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's running out again,&lt;br /&gt;she's running,&lt;br /&gt;she run, run, run, run, run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever makes you happy,&lt;br /&gt;whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;You're so fuckin' special,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here.&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-117030563857575855?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/117030563857575855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=117030563857575855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117030563857575855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117030563857575855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/02/radiohead-creep.html' title='Radiohead - Creep'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-117026989926415866</id><published>2007-01-31T17:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T18:58:19.456Z</updated><title type='text'>Por cima das nuvens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/1600/615063/Sem%20t??tulo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/320/615678/Sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do alto eu te procuro&lt;br /&gt;Mas não te encontro...&lt;br /&gt;Voo por cima das nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas já não te vejo&lt;br /&gt;Eu já te perdi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voando por cima das nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Passo por becos&lt;br /&gt;E ruelas sem saída&lt;br /&gt;Dou voltas pela cidade&lt;br /&gt;E considero-te perdida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que paro, no cimo de um prédio&lt;br /&gt;Cansado de tanto procurar…&lt;br /&gt;De lá observo o horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Já sem esperança em te encontrar…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-117026989926415866?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/117026989926415866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=117026989926415866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117026989926415866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117026989926415866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/01/por-cima-das-nuvens.html' title='Por cima das nuvens'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-117025856076057204</id><published>2007-01-31T13:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-02T14:26:33.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O regresso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/1600/77961/CIMG3513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3294/2238/320/819983/CIMG3513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Depois de uma temporada fora da capital e da blogosfera, eis que volto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-117025856076057204?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/117025856076057204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=117025856076057204' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117025856076057204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/117025856076057204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-regresso-depois-de-uma-temporada.html' title=''/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-116171504070142161</id><published>2006-10-24T19:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:09:03.616Z</updated><title type='text'>O elogio ao Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/Phantom1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/Phantom1.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há coisas que não são para se perceberem. Esta é uma delas. Tenho uma coisa para dizer e não sei como hei-de dizê-la. Muito do que se segue pode ser por isso, incompreensível. A culpa é minha. &lt;br/&gt;O que for incompreensível não é mesmo para se perceber. Não é por falta de clareza. Serei muito claro. Eu próprio percebo pouco do que tenho para dizer. Mas tenho de dizê-lo. O que eu quero é fazer o elogio do amor puro. Parece-me que já ninguém se apaixona de verdade. Já ninguém quer viver um amor impossível. Já ninguém aceita amar sem uma razão. Teixeira de Pascoaes meteu-se num navio para ir atrás de uma rapariga inglesa com quem nunca tinha falado. Estava apaixonado, foi parar a Liverpool. Quando finalmente conseguiu falar com ela, arrependeu-se. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Quem é que hoje é capaz de se apaixonar assim? Hoje em dia as pessoas apaixonam-se por uma questão prática. Porque dá jeito. Porque são colegas e estão mesmo ali ao lado. Porque se dão bem e não se chateiam muito. Porque faz sentido. Porque é mais barato, por causa da casa. Por causa da cama. Por causa das cuecas e das calças e das contas da lavandaria. Hoje em dia as pessoas fazem contratos pré-nupciais, discutem tudo de antemão, fazem planos e à mínima merdinha entram logo em "diálogo". O amor passou a ser passível de ser combinado. Os amantes tornam-se sócios. Reúnem-se, discutem problemas, tomam decisões. O amor transformou-se numa variante psico-sócio-bio-ecológica da camaradagem. A paixão que devia ser desmedida é na medida do possível. O amor tornou-se uma questão prática. O resultado é que as pessoas, em vez de se apaixonarem de verdade ficam "praticamente" apaixonadas. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Eu quero fazer o elogio do amor puro, do amor cego, do amor estúpido, do amor doente, do único amor verdadeiro que há, estou farto de conversas, farto de compreensões, farto de conveniências de serviço. Nunca vi namorados tão embrutecidos, tão cobardes e comodistas como os de hoje. Incapazes de um gesto largo, de correr um risco, de um rasgo de ousadia, são uma raça de telefoneiros e capangas e cantina, malta do "tá em, tudo bem", tomadores de bicas, alcançadores de compromissos, bananóides, borra-botas, matadores do romance, romanticidas. Já ninguém se apaixona? Já ninguém aceita a paixão pura, a saudade sem fim, a tristeza, o desequilíbrio, o medo, o custo, o amor, a doença que é como um cancro a comer-nos o coração e que nos canta no peito ao mesmo tempo? &lt;br/&gt;O amor é uma coisa a vida é outra. O amor não é para ser uma ajudinha. Não é para ser o alívio, o repouso, o intervalo, a pancadinha nas costas, a pausa que refresca, o pronto-socorro da tortuosa estrada da vida, o nosso "dá lá um jeitinho sentimental". Odeio esta mania contemporânea por sopas e descanso. Odeio os novos casalinhos. Por onde quer que se olhe, já não se vê romance, gritaria, maluquice, facada, abraços, flores. O amor fechou a loja. Foi trespassado ao pessoal da pantufa e da serenidade. Amor é amor. É essa a beleza. É esse o perigo. O nosso amor não é para nos compreender, não é para nos ajudar, não é para nos fazer felizes. Tanto pode como não pode. Tanto faz. É uma questão de azar. O nosso amor não é para nos amar, para nos levar de repente ao céu, a tempo ainda de apanhar um bocadinho de inferno aberto. O amor é uma coisa a vida é outra. A vida às vezes mata o amor. A "vidinha" é uma convivência assassina. &lt;br/&gt;O amor puro não é um meio, não é um fim, não é um princípio, não é um destino. O amor puro é uma condição. Tem tanto a ver com a vida de cada um como o clima. O amor não se percebe. Não é para se perceber. O amor é um estado de quem se sente. O amor é a nossa alma. É a nossa alma a desatar. A desatar a correr atrás do que não sabe, não apanha, não larga, não compreende. O amor é uma verdade. É por isso que a ilusão é necessária. A ilusão é bonita não faz mal. Que se invente e minta e sonhe o que quiser. O amor é uma coisa a vida é outra. A realidade pode matar, o amor é mais bonito que a vida. A vida que se lixe. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Num momento, num olhar, o coração apanha-se para sempre. Ama-se alguém. Por muito longe, por muito difícil, por muito desesperadamente. O coração guarda o que se nos escapa das mãos. E durante o dia e durante a vida, quando não está lá quem se ama, não é ela que nos acompanha - é o nosso amor, o amor que se lhe tem. Não é para perceber. É sinal de amor puro não se perceber, amar e não se ter, querer e não guardar a esperança, doer sem ficar magoado, viver sozinho, triste, mas mais acompanhado de quem vive feliz. Não se pode ceder. Não se pode resistir. A vida é uma coisa e o amor é outra. A vida dura a vida inteira, o amor não. Só um mundo de amor pode durar a vida inteira. E valê-la também." &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Miguel Esteves Cardoso in Expresso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-116171504070142161?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/116171504070142161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=116171504070142161' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/116171504070142161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/116171504070142161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-elogio-ao-amor_24.html' title='O elogio ao Amor...'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-116080604512232348</id><published>2006-10-14T06:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:11:06.150Z</updated><title type='text'>Esta noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/star.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finalmente de regresso a casa depois de mais uma noite a andar por ai...&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite devo de ter feito perto de 300km e tudo isto sem ir a lado algum, simplesmente deambulei pelas estradas e busca de algo que não encontro, de algo que quero mas não tenho, simplesmente em busca...&lt;br /&gt;A noite foi longa e já estou a pé há mais de 24 horas...&lt;br /&gt;O corpo está cansado...&lt;br /&gt;A idade já não perdoa!&lt;br /&gt;Andei perdido pela noite, e na noite não encontrei o refugio que queria...&lt;br /&gt;O abrigo para me acolher...&lt;br /&gt;O colo onde deitar a cabeça e descansar...&lt;br /&gt;Os braços para me confortarem...&lt;br /&gt;O toque para me reconfortar...&lt;br /&gt;E a voz para me embalar...&lt;br /&gt;Nada encontrei a não ser o vazio da estrada e o escuro da noite...&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite em branco a juntar a tantas outras por dormir...&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia que começa, e o sono não vem...&lt;br /&gt;Não faz mal, já me habituei a estar acordado, a não dormir e esperar...&lt;br /&gt;Esperar...&lt;br /&gt;Esperar por ti?&lt;br /&gt;Esperar por alguém?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou continuar à espera...&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que o sono venha e não volte a acordar para conseguir evitar os pesadelos do dia a dia...&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que tenha sorte...&lt;br /&gt;Até lá, vou continuar à espera...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-116080604512232348?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/116080604512232348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=116080604512232348' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/116080604512232348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/116080604512232348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/10/esta-noite.html' title='Esta noite...'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115975335836755938</id><published>2006-10-02T04:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T17:37:36.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She Wants Revenge - Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/Picture17.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/Picture17.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late last night I was looking through pictures&lt;br /&gt;Flooded with memories I lied on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And spread them around me like friends at a party&lt;br /&gt;Their faces remind me of all that I've known, still I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;All the hush who and why's, all the fiction and lies&lt;br /&gt;All the tears and the laughs, take a walk through the past&lt;br /&gt;You and I, hand in hand, as we look at this thing called us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late last night I was pacing the hallway&lt;br /&gt;Reading the letters you'd signed x and o&lt;br /&gt;I turned out the lights, and and imagined you with me&lt;br /&gt;I tried my hardest to cry but it just wouldn't come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;All the hush who and why's, all the fiction and lies&lt;br /&gt;All the tears and the laughs, take a walk through the past&lt;br /&gt;You and I, hand in hand, as we look at this thing called us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;All the hush who and why's, all the fiction and lies&lt;br /&gt;All the tears and the laughs, take a walk through the past&lt;br /&gt;You and I, hand in hand, as we look at this thing called trust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115975335836755938?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115975335836755938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115975335836755938' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115975335836755938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115975335836755938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/10/she-wants-revenge-us.html' title='She Wants Revenge - Us'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115970575577256035</id><published>2006-10-01T12:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T09:29:21.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A muzika de ontem à noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/Picture10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/Picture10.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Ontem noite estava maravilhosa, depois de um serão bem passado, fui ao teatro ver "Pedra nos Bolsos" eu até recomendava irem ver, mas ontem foi o ultimo dia...&lt;br/&gt;Já pela noite a dentro vim a passear pela marginal de Lisboa a Cascais...&lt;br/&gt;A noite estava maravilhosa, o mar calmo, sereno e ondulava levemente...&lt;br/&gt;Pequenas ondas que se desfaziam na areia da praia e que me lavavam a alma...&lt;br/&gt;Foi então que me recordei desta muzika, de um filme maravilhoso no qual, por muitas vezes que o veja, choro sempre no final...&lt;br/&gt;E agora a muzika...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Moulin Rouge - Come What May&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Never knew I could feel like this&lt;br/&gt;Like I have never seen the sky before&lt;br/&gt;I want to vanish inside your kiss&lt;br/&gt;Every day I love you more and more&lt;br/&gt;Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings&lt;br/&gt;Telling me to give you everything&lt;br/&gt;Seasons may change, winter to spring&lt;br/&gt;But I love you until the end of time&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Come what may&lt;br/&gt;Come what may&lt;br/&gt;I will love you until my dying day&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place&lt;br/&gt;Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace&lt;br/&gt;Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste&lt;br/&gt;It all revolves around you&lt;br/&gt;And there's no mountain too high&lt;br/&gt;No river too wide&lt;br/&gt;Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side&lt;br/&gt;Storm clouds may gather&lt;br/&gt;And stars may collide&lt;br/&gt;But I love you until the end of time&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Come what may&lt;br/&gt;Come what may&lt;br/&gt;I will love you until my dying day&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh, come what may, come what may&lt;br/&gt;I will love you, I will love you&lt;br/&gt;Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Come what may&lt;br/&gt;Come what may&lt;br/&gt;I will love you until my dying day&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;É assim que juras de amor  se fazem...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Para ti com amor...&lt;br/&gt;AlmaMater&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115970575577256035?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115970575577256035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115970575577256035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115970575577256035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115970575577256035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/10/muzika-de-ontem-noite.html' title='A muzika de ontem à noite...'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115935054198320917</id><published>2006-09-27T10:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T09:34:45.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom dia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/Baia%20Cascais%2027_9_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/Baia%20Cascais%2027_9_06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hoje acordei com uma alegria invulgar...&lt;br/&gt;Apesar me ter deitado tarde, perto das 6am, ou cedo depende do ponto de vista :) &lt;br/&gt;Acordei por volta das 7.30am...&lt;br/&gt;Resolvi lavar a loiça do jantar, limpar a cozinha, enfim dar uma geral na cozinha...&lt;br/&gt;Fazer a "fachina" às 7.30am nunca foi um sonho, mas devo confessar que me soube bem!&lt;br/&gt;Fez-me sentir bem comigo próprio poder sair de casa e esta ficar minimamente decente, não que vá receber visitas, pois são raras as pessoas que lá entram sem ser eu, é claro!&lt;br/&gt;Mas soube bem!&lt;br/&gt;Depois de ter dado uma de Zulmira, vim até Cascais (onde me encontro agora) fazer a inscrição no centro de emprego, pois neste momento estou desempregado...&lt;br/&gt;Chegado a Cascais, resolvi fazer o que toda a gente faz, estancionar o carro no parque do Jumbo, pois as 3 primeiras horas são grátis!!! :) (Grátis essa palavra mágica!!!)&lt;br/&gt;Dirigi-me ao centro de emprego e nem esperei 20 minutos e fui atendido!!!&lt;br/&gt;"Um milagre!" pensei eu, "Os deuses estão a favorecer-me!"&lt;br/&gt;Mas não, o que acontecia é que como estavam sem sistema informático, não podiam fazer nada então chamavam as pessoas e informavam-nas de tal facto, menos mal, pois fiquei a saber que ainda não me posso inscrever, pois o meu contrato só termina dia 3/10...&lt;br/&gt;Logo só dia 4/10 é que posso tratar de tudo...&lt;br/&gt;Ok! Pelo menos já sei o que tenho que fazer...&lt;br/&gt;Lembrei-me então, em vez de ir para casa e ficar por lá a vegetar em frente ao computador e como tenho 3h de parque gratuito (adoro esta palavra grátis! ser pobre é fu mesmo!!!) como eu ia dizendo, lembrei-me de ir tomar o pequeno-almoço no café que existe no mesmo por cima do Jumbo (e passando a publicidade tem uns queques que são de comer e chorar por mais...) e que tem uma linda vista sobre a Baia de Cascais (agora não tão bonita desde que construiram a marina perdeu um pouco da sua beleza...), mas que mesmo assim ainda é bonita... (Como podem ver na foto em anexo)&lt;br/&gt;É pena não ter aqui comigo quem eu gostaria para partilhar este momento zen, mas também isso seria pedir muito...&lt;br/&gt;Enfim, um começo de dia auspicioso...&lt;br/&gt;Esperemos que o resto do dia também corra bem...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/Baia%20Cascais%2027_09_06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115935054198320917?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115935054198320917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115935054198320917' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115935054198320917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115935054198320917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/09/bom-dia.html' title='Bom dia!'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115933923044563597</id><published>2006-09-27T05:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:51:53.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje vi-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/Picture3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/Picture3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hoje vi-te e quis fugir, mas não podia...&lt;br/&gt;Hoje cheirei de novo o teu cheiro... hummm... nunca o esqueci....&lt;br/&gt;Mas quero e não consigo!!!&lt;br/&gt;Hoje toquei-te....&lt;br/&gt;Um toque horrivel que só me fez lembrar o passado...&lt;br/&gt;Mas a tua pele continua maravilhosa e sedosa como sempre...&lt;br/&gt;Já tinha saudades de te pegar na mão, de te tocar, de te cheirar...&lt;br/&gt;Ai! O teu cheiro...&lt;br/&gt;Sempre me deu cado da cabeça e me fez perder o controlo...&lt;br/&gt;Mas isso não pode acontecer!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sim, evito-te!&lt;br/&gt;Evito-te porque te amo!&lt;br/&gt;Evito-te porque quero-te e não te posso ter!&lt;br/&gt;Evito-te porque fazes despertar o que quero matar!&lt;br/&gt;O Amor que sinto por ti!&lt;br/&gt;Sim, ainda te amo!&lt;br/&gt;Até pareces que não sabes...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mas adorei poder estar contigo hoje...&lt;br/&gt;Parecia...&lt;br/&gt;Lá estou eu outra vez a lembrar-me do passado...&lt;br/&gt;Não parecia nada!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Foi horrivel!&lt;br/&gt;Nunca devia ter ido ter contigo!&lt;br/&gt;Sim estou a mentir e depois?&lt;br/&gt;Tenho que mentir para poder ocultar o que sinto por ti!!!&lt;br/&gt;Mas ficas a saber, que ao fim de tanto tempo, ainda te amo!&lt;br/&gt;Que estupido sou!&lt;br/&gt;Que estupido....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115933923044563597?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115933923044563597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115933923044563597' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115933923044563597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115933923044563597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/09/hoje-vi-te_27.html' title='Hoje vi-te...'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115914779234501014</id><published>2006-09-25T04:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T09:05:38.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu Pai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/Picture25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/Picture25.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Se fosse vivo faria hoje  59 anos...&lt;br/&gt;O meu Pai...&lt;br/&gt;Desculpa não ter sido o filho que gostarias que fosse...&lt;br/&gt;Desculpa não te ter dito mais vezes "Amo-te Pai"...&lt;br/&gt;Desculpa não ter conseguido fazer nada para que não morresses como morres-te...&lt;br/&gt;Mas quero que saibas que nunca te esqueci e nunca o irei fazer...&lt;br/&gt;Estarás sempre no meu coração e no meu pensamento!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Amo-te Pai!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Até um dia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115914779234501014?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115914779234501014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115914779234501014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115914779234501014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115914779234501014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-meu-pai.html' title='O meu Pai...'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115877133196049788</id><published>2006-09-20T17:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T03:37:35.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She Wants Revenge - I Don't Want To Fall In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/Picture2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to tell you, I would like to say &lt;br /&gt;That I knew that this would happen &lt;br /&gt;That things would go this way &lt;br /&gt;But I cannot deceive you, this was never planned &lt;br /&gt;I know that you're the right girl but do you think that I am the right man? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1...2...3...4,5,6,7, &lt;br /&gt;Right face wrong time, she's sweet &lt;br /&gt;(But I don't wanna fall in love) &lt;br /&gt;Too late, so deep, better run cause &lt;br /&gt;(but I don't wanna fall in love) &lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep, can't eat, can't think straight &lt;br /&gt;( I don't wanna) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say it's not a problem, You say it's meant to be &lt;br /&gt;But love is not an option, our love is never free &lt;br /&gt;And things are not so easy, so cold and we've been burned &lt;br /&gt;I know that I'll have regrets but that's the price of one more lesson learned &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1..2..3...4,5,6,7, &lt;br /&gt;Right face wrong time, she's sweet &lt;br /&gt;(But I don't wanna fall in love) &lt;br /&gt;Too late, so deep, better run cause &lt;br /&gt;(but I don't wanna fall in love) &lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep, can't eat, can't think straight &lt;br /&gt;( I don't wanna) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right face wrong time, she's sweet &lt;br /&gt;(But I don't wanna fall in love) &lt;br /&gt;Too late, so deep, better run cause &lt;br /&gt;( I don't wanna fall in love) &lt;br /&gt;Right face wrong time, she's sweet &lt;br /&gt;(But I don't wanna fall in love) &lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep, can't eat, can't think straight &lt;br /&gt;( I don't wanna fall in love) &lt;br /&gt;Right face wrong time, she's sweet &lt;br /&gt;(But I don't wanna fall in love) &lt;br /&gt;Too late, so deep, better run cause &lt;br /&gt;( I don't wanna fall in love) &lt;br /&gt;Right face wrong time, she's sweet &lt;br /&gt;(But I don't wanna fall in love) &lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep, can't eat, can't think straight &lt;br /&gt;( I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now it's to late for that...&lt;br /&gt;Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115877133196049788?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115877133196049788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115877133196049788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115877133196049788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115877133196049788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/09/she-wants-revenge-i-dont-want-to-fall.html' title='She Wants Revenge - I Don&apos;t Want To Fall In Love'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115849257326242275</id><published>2006-09-17T12:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T03:42:17.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ornatos Violeta - Chaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/Picture12.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/Picture12.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi como entrar&lt;br /&gt;Foi como arder&lt;br /&gt;Para ti nem foi viver&lt;br /&gt;Foi mudar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo até passou&lt;br /&gt;E és o que ele me ensinou&lt;br /&gt;Uma chaga pra lembrar que há um fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz sem querer poupar meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei quem te abraçou&lt;br /&gt;Diz que eu não senti teu corpo sobre o meu&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu cair&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero ao menos que olhes para trás&lt;br /&gt;Diz que não te afastas de algo que é também teu&lt;br /&gt;Não vai haver um novo amor&lt;br /&gt;Tão capaz e tão maior&lt;br /&gt;Para mim será melhor assim&lt;br /&gt;Vê como eu quero&lt;br /&gt;E vou tentar&lt;br /&gt;Sem matar o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Não achar que o mundo é feito para nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi como entrar&lt;br /&gt;Foi como arder&lt;br /&gt;Para ti nem foi viver&lt;br /&gt;Foi mudar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo até passou&lt;br /&gt;E és o que ele me ensinou&lt;br /&gt;Uma chaga pra lembrar que há um fim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115849257326242275?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115849257326242275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115849257326242275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115849257326242275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115849257326242275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/09/ornatos-violeta-chaga.html' title='Ornatos Violeta - Chaga'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115849242233723638</id><published>2006-09-17T12:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T03:36:25.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ornatos Violeta - Ouvi Dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/Picture3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi dizer que o nosso amor acabou.&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu não tive a noção do seu fim!&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que eu já tentei,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou vê-lo em mim:&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não tive a noção de ver nascer um homem.&lt;br /&gt;E ao que eu vejo,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo foi para ti&lt;br /&gt;Uma estúpida canção que só eu ouvi!&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiquei com tanto para dar!&lt;br /&gt;E agora&lt;br /&gt;Não vais achar nada bem&lt;br /&gt;Que eu pague a conta em raiva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi dizer que o mundo acaba amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;E eu tinha tantos planos pra depois!&lt;br /&gt;Fui eu quem virou as páginas&lt;br /&gt;Na pressa de chegar até nós;&lt;br /&gt;Sem tirar das palavras seu cruel sentido!&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a razão estar cega:&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me apenas uma razão,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vais ser tu&lt;br /&gt;E um homem como tu;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu não fui;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vou-te ouvir dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que um dia vais dizer:&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade está deserta,&lt;br /&gt;E alguém escreveu o teu nome em toda a parte:&lt;br /&gt;Nas casas, nos carros, nas pontes, nas ruas.&lt;br /&gt;Em todo o lado essa palavra&lt;br /&gt;Repetida ao expoente da loucura!&lt;br /&gt;Ora amarga! ora doce!&lt;br /&gt;Pra nos lembrar que o amor é uma doença,&lt;br /&gt;Quando nele julgamos ver a nossa cura!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115849242233723638?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115849242233723638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115849242233723638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115849242233723638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115849242233723638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/09/ornatos-violeta-ouvi-dizer.html' title='Ornatos Violeta - Ouvi Dizer'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115837159845119850</id><published>2006-09-16T02:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T02:53:18.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Light...</title><content type='html'>Walking alone in the dark, I wait for a light to appears...&lt;br /&gt;But noghting happens!!!&lt;br /&gt;Only the same bullshit...&lt;br /&gt;But still I wait...&lt;br /&gt;Laying and waiting in the floor full of blood...&lt;br /&gt;I wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115837159845119850?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115837159845119850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115837159845119850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115837159845119850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115837159845119850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/09/light.html' title='Light...'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115818924067637635</id><published>2006-09-13T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T00:14:00.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os 31 anos da Playboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/31%20Playboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/31%20Playboy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns!&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115818924067637635?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115818924067637635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115818924067637635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115818924067637635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115818924067637635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/09/os-31-anos-da-playboy.html' title='Os 31 anos da Playboy'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115810918108677848</id><published>2006-09-13T01:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T02:54:49.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tindersticks - Can we start again? (Demo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/band1993_riverly_ballroom_sg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/band1993_riverly_ballroom_sg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times&lt;br /&gt;I said that I love the&lt;br /&gt;Looking over my shoulder at the door&lt;br /&gt;So many times&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without her&lt;br /&gt;The wheel kept turning round &lt;br /&gt;My feeling's changed&lt;br /&gt;I went my own way&lt;br /&gt;What can I say &lt;br /&gt;To make you stay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;They smother all over me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to explain &lt;br /&gt;So many arms &lt;br /&gt;Reach from my memories&lt;br /&gt;Pull all at once&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost amongst&lt;br /&gt;The folds in their skin &lt;br /&gt;I did you wrong&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sorry now &lt;br /&gt;And I'll show you how &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were here now &lt;br /&gt;You couldn't change&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't understand&lt;br /&gt;but I'm ready now I'm ready now&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you proud I was your man&lt;br /&gt;and sing a song&lt;br /&gt;but it's so ugly now&lt;br /&gt;and I'll show you how &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos I'm ready now&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready now &lt;br /&gt;I'm ready now &lt;br /&gt;I'm ready now &lt;br /&gt;Hey I'm ready now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we start again?&lt;br /&gt;so many times I said that I loved them&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready now &lt;br /&gt;but I'm ready now&lt;br /&gt;Can we start again?&lt;br /&gt;so many times&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without her&lt;br /&gt;The years was more than I could bear&lt;br /&gt;It's turning round &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my dreams Can we start again?&lt;br /&gt;They smother all over me I'm ready now&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to explain Can we start again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many arms reach from my memory&lt;br /&gt;The wheels kept turning round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;Can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;AlmaMater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115810918108677848?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115810918108677848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115810918108677848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115810918108677848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115810918108677848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/09/tindersticks-can-we-start-again-demo.html' title='Tindersticks - Can we start again? (Demo)'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115810865773998129</id><published>2006-09-13T01:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T01:50:57.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tindersticks - A Marriage Made In Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/tinder.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/tinder.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell in love with my singing &lt;br /&gt;She knew the bells started ringing &lt;br /&gt;She thought there was only her there &lt;br /&gt;But, me, I just live for the clapping &lt;br /&gt;A hand delivery of an invite to my premiere &lt;br /&gt;When he fell in love, I was acting &lt;br /&gt;I sent her flowers, asked her to marry me &lt;br /&gt;But all I heard was their clapping &lt;br /&gt;Now she cries with a cigarrette at the window &lt;br /&gt;He croons and moans like he's hurting &lt;br /&gt;She cries so well &lt;br /&gt;He croons and moans, just croons and moans &lt;br /&gt;Now, I never thought [I had no idea] she needed direction &lt;br /&gt;And he was at the mercy of his writers &lt;br /&gt;For the songs I needed [for me] to touch her &lt;br /&gt;Those sad, sad songs to make me happy &lt;br /&gt;Now she cries with a cigarrette at the window &lt;br /&gt;He croons and moans like he's hurting &lt;br /&gt;She cries so well &lt;br /&gt;He croons and moans, just croons and moans &lt;br /&gt;We re-enact the love scenes from her/my movies &lt;br /&gt;But I never thought, but she uses a stand-in &lt;br /&gt;His voice is croakier every day now &lt;br /&gt;And she cries so well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115810865773998129?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115810865773998129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115810865773998129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115810865773998129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115810865773998129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/09/tindersticks-marriage-made-in-heaven.html' title='Tindersticks - A Marriage Made In Heaven'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115805650298978716</id><published>2006-09-12T11:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T12:04:38.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy Division - She´s Lost Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/dress.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion in her eyes that says it all, she's lost control &lt;br /&gt;And she's clinging to the nearest passer by, she's lost control &lt;br /&gt;And she gave away the secrets of her past and said I've lost control again &lt;br /&gt;And of a voice that told her when and where to act &lt;br /&gt;She said I've lost control again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she turned to me and took me by the hand and said &lt;br /&gt;I've lost control again &lt;br /&gt;And how I'll never know just why or understand she said &lt;br /&gt;I've lost control again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she screamed out, kicking on her side and said &lt;br /&gt;I've lost control again &lt;br /&gt;And seized up on the floor, I thought she'd die &lt;br /&gt;She said I've lost control &lt;br /&gt;She's lost control again, she's lost control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had to phone her friend to state her case and say &lt;br /&gt;she's lost control again &lt;br /&gt;And she showed up all the errors and mistakes and said &lt;br /&gt;I've lost control again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she expressed herself in many different ways until &lt;br /&gt;she lost control again &lt;br /&gt;And walked upon the edge of no escape and laughed I've lost control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's lost control again, she's lost control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could live a little better with the myths and the lies &lt;br /&gt;When the darkness broke in, I just broke down and cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could live a little in a wider line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the change is gone, when the urge is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lose control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When here we come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115805650298978716?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115805650298978716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115805650298978716' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115805650298978716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115805650298978716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/09/joy-division-shes-lost-control.html' title='Joy Division - She´s Lost Control'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115805587733152524</id><published>2006-09-12T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T11:14:38.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy Division - You're No Good For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/Gargola.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/Gargola.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I'm doing - don't know where I'm going &lt;br /&gt;Leading me to ruin - I should have traded you in &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you think you're something but you're no good for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I care - don't know if I'm there &lt;br /&gt;I just sit and stare - making love to thin air &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you're being insulted but you're no good for me &lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na no good -- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do lots of good - surprised at what you would &lt;br /&gt;Don't call me no crud - I really think I'm good &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you think you're something but you're no good for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to call the tune - I'll probably go and rue it &lt;br /&gt;I'll just get it groomed - all sorts of other clues &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you're being insulted but you're no good for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get by the local peer group and their pressures &lt;br /&gt;I can wash the dishes - my soups can taste delicious &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you think you're something but you're no good for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten how you feel - to me you're looking real &lt;br /&gt;Come on let's make a deal - think of where you live &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you think you're something but you're no good for me &lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na no good -- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten how you feel - to me you're looking real &lt;br /&gt;Come on let's make a deal - think of what you need &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you're being insulted but you're no good for me &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you're being insulted but you're no good for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115805587733152524?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115805587733152524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115805587733152524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115805587733152524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115805587733152524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/09/joy-division-youre-no-good-for-me.html' title='Joy Division - You&apos;re No Good For Me'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115805565868933687</id><published>2006-09-12T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T11:24:51.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy Division - Atmosphere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/fly.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk in silence,&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away, in silence.&lt;br /&gt;See the danger,&lt;br /&gt;Always danger,&lt;br /&gt;Endless talking,&lt;br /&gt;Life rebuilding,&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk in silence,&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn away, in silence.&lt;br /&gt;Your confusion,&lt;br /&gt;My illusion,&lt;br /&gt;Worn like a mask of self-hate,&lt;br /&gt;Confronts and then dies.&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like you find it easy,&lt;br /&gt;Naked to see,&lt;br /&gt;Walking on air.&lt;br /&gt;Hunting by the rivers,&lt;br /&gt;Through the streets,&lt;br /&gt;Every corner abandoned too soon,&lt;br /&gt;Set down with due care.&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away in silence,&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115805565868933687?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115805565868933687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115805565868933687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115805565868933687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115805565868933687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/09/joy-division-atmosphere.html' title='Joy Division - Atmosphere'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115799517184857143</id><published>2006-09-11T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:19:31.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart - What About Love?</title><content type='html'>I've been lonely&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretending&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I can do&lt;br /&gt;The love I'm sending&lt;br /&gt;Ain't making it&lt;br /&gt;Through to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been hiding&lt;br /&gt;Never letting it show&lt;br /&gt;Always trying&lt;br /&gt;To keep it under control&lt;br /&gt;You got it down and you're well&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the top&lt;br /&gt;But there's something that you forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about love?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want someone&lt;br /&gt;To care about you?&lt;br /&gt;What about love?&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it slip away&lt;br /&gt;What about love?&lt;br /&gt;I only want to share it with you&lt;br /&gt;You might need it someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you&lt;br /&gt;What you're feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I can't sell you&lt;br /&gt;What you don't want to buy&lt;br /&gt;Something's missing&lt;br /&gt;And you got to look back on your life&lt;br /&gt;You know something&lt;br /&gt;Here just ain't right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115799517184857143?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115799517184857143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115799517184857143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115799517184857143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115799517184857143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/09/heart-what-about-love.html' title='Heart - What About Love?'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115724671610369103</id><published>2006-09-03T02:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:23:43.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnarls Barkley - Crazy</title><content type='html'>I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;There was something so pleasant about that phase.&lt;br /&gt;Even your emotions had an echo&lt;br /&gt;In so much space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Without care,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I was out of touch&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't because I didn't know enough&lt;br /&gt;I just knew too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Possibly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you are having the time of your life&lt;br /&gt;But think twice, that's my only advice&lt;br /&gt;Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are,&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha bless your soul&lt;br /&gt;You really think you're in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think you're crazy&lt;br /&gt;I think you're crazy&lt;br /&gt;I think you're crazy&lt;br /&gt;Just like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb&lt;br /&gt;And all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun&lt;br /&gt;And it's no coincidence since I've come&lt;br /&gt;And I can die when I'm done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're crazy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're crazy&lt;br /&gt;Probably&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115724671610369103?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115724671610369103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115724671610369103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115724671610369103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115724671610369103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/09/gnarls-barkley-crazy.html' title='Gnarls Barkley - Crazy'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115514089875987457</id><published>2006-08-09T17:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:36:24.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Florbela Espanca</title><content type='html'>Longe de ti são ermos os caminhos, &lt;br /&gt;Longe de ti não há luar nem rosas, &lt;br /&gt;Longe de ti há noites silenciosas, &lt;br /&gt;Há dias sem calor, beirais sem ninhos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos são dois velhos pobrezinhos &lt;br /&gt;Perdidos pelas noites invernosas... &lt;br /&gt;Abertos, sonham mãos cariciosas, &lt;br /&gt;Tuas mãos doces, plenas de carinhos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dias são Outonos: choram ... choram ... &lt;br /&gt;Há crisântemos roxos que descoram ... &lt;br /&gt;Há murmúrios dolentes de segredos ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invoco o nosso sonho! Estendendo os braços! &lt;br /&gt;E ele é, ó meu amor, pelos espaço, &lt;br /&gt;Fumo leve que foge entre os meus dedos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115514089875987457?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115514089875987457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115514089875987457' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115514089875987457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115514089875987457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/newRelease.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming up only&lt;br /&gt;To hold you under&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming up only&lt;br /&gt;To show you wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to know you&lt;br /&gt;Is hard we wander&lt;br /&gt;To know you all wrong&lt;br /&gt;We won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really to late to&lt;br /&gt;Call so be waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Morning to wake you&lt;br /&gt;Is hard begun&lt;br /&gt;To know me as hard&lt;br /&gt;Be goin' mad&lt;br /&gt;Is to know me all wrong&lt;br /&gt;(be mud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every occasion&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ready for the funeral&lt;br /&gt;Every occasion once more&lt;br /&gt;It's called the funeral&lt;br /&gt;Every occasion&lt;br /&gt;Of i'm ready for the funeral&lt;br /&gt;And every occastion&lt;br /&gt;Of one billion day, funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming up only&lt;br /&gt;To show you down fled&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming up only&lt;br /&gt;To show you wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the outside of the debby&lt;br /&gt;The analouge&lt;br /&gt;For days and countries&lt;br /&gt;Hang there long&lt;br /&gt;(not sure, if part right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every occasion&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ready for the funeral&lt;br /&gt;And every occasion, once more&lt;br /&gt;It's called "the funeral"&lt;br /&gt;And every occasion&lt;br /&gt;Of i'm ready for the funeral&lt;br /&gt;Every occasion&lt;br /&gt;Of one billion day... funeral&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115493219649048027?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115493219649048027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115493219649048027' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115493219649048027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115493219649048027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/08/band-of-horses-funeral.html' title='Band Of Horses - The Funeral'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115472871280738693</id><published>2006-08-04T22:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T17:41:03.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinead O'Connor - Nothing Compares 2 U</title><content type='html'>It's been seven hours and fifteen days&lt;br /&gt;since u took your love away&lt;br /&gt;I go out every night and sleep all day&lt;br /&gt;since u took your love away&lt;br /&gt;since you've been gone I can do whatever I want&lt;br /&gt;I can see whomever I choose&lt;br /&gt;I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant&lt;br /&gt;but nothing&lt;br /&gt;I said nothing can take away these blues,&lt;br /&gt;because nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been so lonely without u here&lt;br /&gt;like a bird without a song&lt;br /&gt;nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling&lt;br /&gt;tell me baby where did I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;I could put my arms round every girl I see&lt;br /&gt;but they'd only remind me of you&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor guess what he told me&lt;br /&gt;guess what he told me&lt;br /&gt;he said boy u better try to have fun&lt;br /&gt;no matter what u do&lt;br /&gt;but she's a fool&lt;br /&gt;'cos nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the flowers that u planted mama&lt;br /&gt;in the backyard&lt;br /&gt;all died when u went away&lt;br /&gt;I know that living with your baby was sometimes hard&lt;br /&gt;but I'm willing to give it another try&lt;br /&gt;nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For U with Love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115472871280738693?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115438713225406985</id><published>2006-07-31T23:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T19:42:43.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabo da Roca - O meu refugio...</title><content type='html'>Estas fotos foram tiradas no dia 30-06-2006....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/DSCN0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/DSCN0387.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/DSCN0369.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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refugio...'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115438371043150246</id><published>2006-07-31T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:25:27.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Babybird - You're Gorgeous</title><content type='html'>Hoje encontrei uma amiga e lembrei-me desta muzika...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso aqui vai ela, a muzika é claro!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;A amiga, essa fica comigo... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that tank-top you bought me?&lt;br /&gt;You wrote "you're gorgeous" on it&lt;br /&gt;You took me to your rented motor car&lt;br /&gt;And filmed me on the bonnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me to hitch my knees up&lt;br /&gt;And pulled my legs apart&lt;br /&gt;You took an Instamatik camera&lt;br /&gt;And pulled my sleeves around my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;Because you're gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll get me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said my clothes were sexy&lt;br /&gt;You tore away my shirt&lt;br /&gt;You rubbed an ice cube on my chest&lt;br /&gt;Snapped me till it hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;Because you're gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll get me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said I wasn't cheap&lt;br /&gt;You paid me twenty pounds&lt;br /&gt;You promised to put me in a magazine&lt;br /&gt;On every table in every lounge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;Because you're gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll get me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Ti...&lt;div 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Gorgeous'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115404049593212357</id><published>2006-07-27T23:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:48:15.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caetano Veloso - Você É Linda</title><content type='html'>Fonte de mel&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhos de gueixa&lt;br /&gt;Kabuki, máscara&lt;br /&gt;Choque entre o azul&lt;br /&gt;E o cacho de acácias&lt;br /&gt;Luz das acácias&lt;br /&gt;Você é mãe do sol&lt;br /&gt;A sua coisa é toda tão certa&lt;br /&gt;Beleza esperta&lt;br /&gt;Você me deixa a rua deserta&lt;br /&gt;Quando atravessa&lt;br /&gt;E não olha pra trás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda&lt;br /&gt;E sabe viver&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz feliz&lt;br /&gt;Esta canção é só pra dizer&lt;br /&gt;E diz&lt;br /&gt;Você é linda&lt;br /&gt;Mais que demais&lt;br /&gt;Vocé é linda sim&lt;br /&gt;Onda do mar do amor&lt;br /&gt;Que bateu em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é forte&lt;br /&gt;Dentes e músculos&lt;br /&gt;Peitos e lábios&lt;br /&gt;Você é forte&lt;br /&gt;Letras e músicas&lt;br /&gt;Todas as músicas&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda hei de ouvir&lt;br /&gt;No Abaeté&lt;br /&gt;Areias e estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Não são mais belas&lt;br /&gt;Do que você&lt;br /&gt;Mulher das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Mina de estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Diga o que você quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é linda&lt;br /&gt;E sabe viver&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz feliz&lt;br /&gt;Esta canção é só pra dizer&lt;br /&gt;E diz&lt;br /&gt;Você é linda&lt;br /&gt;Mais que demais&lt;br /&gt;Você é linda sim&lt;br /&gt;Onda do mar do amor&lt;br /&gt;Que bateu em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ver&lt;br /&gt;Você no seu ritmo&lt;br /&gt;Dona do carnaval&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ter&lt;br /&gt;Sentir seu estilo&lt;br /&gt;Ir no seu íntimo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me faça mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda&lt;br /&gt;Mais que demais&lt;br /&gt;Você é linda sim&lt;br /&gt;Onda do mar do amor&lt;br /&gt;Que bateu em mim&lt;br /&gt;Você é linda&lt;br /&gt;E sabe viver&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz feliz&lt;br /&gt;Esta canção é só pra dizer&lt;br /&gt;E diz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115404049593212357?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115404049593212357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115404049593212357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/Flower3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/Flower3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derramo uma lágrima na rosa que te trazia...&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver-te assim tão longe e fria comigo...&lt;br /&gt;Ela trazia o meu amor para ti, mas tu não o quises-te...&lt;br /&gt;Atiras-te-a para um canto...&lt;br /&gt;E o meu amor foi com ela...&lt;br /&gt;Despojado de tudo o que tinha vagueio pelas ruas desertas de ti e cheias de estranhos que me olham de lado....&lt;br /&gt;O negro que habita na minha alma transparece para fora do meu corpo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo-te!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas de nada adianta...&lt;br /&gt;Já não te posso ter novamente nos meus braços e sentir o teu calor...&lt;br /&gt;O teu cheiro...&lt;br /&gt;O teu sabor...&lt;br /&gt;Somente posso recordar a rosa que te levei e que pelas minhas lágrimas ficou molhada e jogada a um canto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quero que saibas que ainda te amo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115404019666004007?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115404019666004007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115404019666004007' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115404019666004007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115404019666004007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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vazia e solitária, sim porque sem ti lá não há sentido em voltar....&lt;br /&gt;Andei perdido pela noite em busca de razões para não te querer mais, em não te ver mais, mas o meu amor por ti foi superior!&lt;br /&gt;Eu AMO-TE e quero-te do meu lado, na minha casa e na minha vida!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que fui bruto e que gritei contigo, mas tu também não me deixas-te com outra solução, pois também o foste para comigo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas apesar de tudo ainda te quero e ainda gosto muito de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso do teu apoio e preciso que fiques sempre do meu lado, assim como eu irei ficar sempre o teu, no matter what!!!&lt;br /&gt;Para uma relação existir não basta o amor de duas pessoas também tem que existir a flexibilidade de ambas, o saber ceder, o apoio mutuo e a confiança um no outro!!!&lt;br /&gt;O nosso passado foi muito problemático, mas temos que o por para trás e pensar no presente de modo a que possamos construir um futuro em conjunto onde possamos ser felizes os dois juntos...&lt;br /&gt;EU AMO-TE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de toda a raiva e fúria por tudo o que aconteceu, algo não mudou em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Esse algo é o que sinto por ti, o meu amor por ti...&lt;br /&gt;Ana Júlia, tudo pode estar acabado e perdido, e o mundo pode ruir amanhã, mas o meu amor por ti não tem o fim à vista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com AMOR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115393057872978915?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115393057872978915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115393057872978915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/Friedrich%20Wilhelm%20Nietzsche%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/Friedrich%20Wilhelm%20Nietzsche%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devido a um comentário do "Anonymous" decidi colocar duas passagens do livro de Friedrich Nietzsche, Also sprach Zarathustra (Assim Falou Zaratustra)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"De tudo o que é escrito amo apenas o que alguém escreve com o próprio sangue. Escreve com sangue e dar-te-ás conta de que sangue é espirito!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O homem é uma corda estendida entre o animal e o Super-humano - uma corda sobre um abismo. É perigoso transpor o abismo - é perigoso ir por este caminho - é perigoso olhar para trás - é perigoso ter uma tontura e parar de repente!&lt;br /&gt;A grandeza do Homem está em ele ser uma ponte e não uma meta; o que se pode amar no Homem é ser ele transição e perdição..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115387136606120682?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115387136606120682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115387136606120682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115387136606120682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115387136606120682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/07/also-sprach-zarathustra.html' title='Also sprach Zarathustra'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115386717869260796</id><published>2006-07-25T23:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:20:33.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She Wants Revenge - These Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/She%20Wants%20Revenge%20-%20Album.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/She%20Wants%20Revenge%20-%20Album.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to see here people keep moving on &lt;br /&gt;Slowly their necks turn and then they're gone &lt;br /&gt;No one cares when the show is done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in line and its cold and you want to go &lt;br /&gt;Remember a joke so you turn around &lt;br /&gt;There is no one to listen so you laugh by yourself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle melts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's in the bathroom, she pleasures herself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says I'm a bad man, she's locking me out &lt;br /&gt;It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground &lt;br /&gt;I try to whisper, so no one figures it out &lt;br /&gt;I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed &lt;br /&gt;It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd on the street walks slowly, don't mind the rain &lt;br /&gt;Lovers hold hands to numb the pain, &lt;br /&gt;Gripping tightly to something that they will never own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those by themselves by choice or by some reward &lt;br /&gt;No mistakes only now you're bored &lt;br /&gt;This is the time of your life but you just can't tell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2.5X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115386717869260796?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115386717869260796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115386717869260796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115386717869260796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115386717869260796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-wants-revenge-these-things.html' title='She Wants Revenge - These Things'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115386582561688320</id><published>2006-07-25T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:21:04.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She Wants Revenge - Out Of Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/DSCN0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/DSCN0366.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her high heel against the wall &lt;br /&gt;Kind of dancing, though not at all &lt;br /&gt;She had stockings running up to her thighs &lt;br /&gt;Snaps her fingers to keep the time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the back of the room I saw her there &lt;br /&gt;I said she wants to be alone and I shouldn't dare &lt;br /&gt;But then she noticed me glance at her &lt;br /&gt;I had no choice but to dance with her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;The lights, they glow sideways and up and down &lt;br /&gt;The beat takes you over and spins you round &lt;br /&gt;Our hearts steady-beating, the sweat turns to cold &lt;br /&gt;We're slaves to the DJ and out of control &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched her feet move, her hips they sway &lt;br /&gt;Does a hair flip then starts to say &lt;br /&gt;Oh, my God, it's my favorite song &lt;br /&gt;I pull her close and she sings along &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't slow down even if we tried &lt;br /&gt;If the record keeps spinning so will I &lt;br /&gt;She likes disco and tastes like a tear &lt;br /&gt;Tells me don't stop dancing and she's pulling me near &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got nowhere to go, we've got nothing to prove &lt;br /&gt;Instead of dancing alone, I should be dancing with you &lt;br /&gt;This song is turning me on, the beat is doing me in &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's only you, but either way, lets begin &lt;br /&gt;x3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115386582561688320?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115386582561688320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115386582561688320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115386582561688320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115386582561688320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-wants-revenge-out-of-control.html' title='She Wants Revenge - Out Of Control'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115378485930194931</id><published>2006-07-25T00:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T14:15:05.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As palavras foram criadas para serem gastas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/20060611_0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/20060611_0616.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115378485930194931?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115378485930194931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115378485930194931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115378485930194931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115378485930194931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-palavras-foram-criadas-para-serem.html' title='As palavras foram criadas para serem gastas...'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115223027059716401</id><published>2006-07-07T00:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T10:59:38.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fácil De Entender</title><content type='html'>Ao contrário do titulo, não é fácil entender...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não entendi, nem percebi o porque...&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada pior do que não perceber o porque!!!&lt;br /&gt;Porquê???&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto eu em vão...&lt;br /&gt;O vento empurra-me para o abismo e as palavras perdem-se no ar...&lt;br /&gt;Tu simplesmente olhas e nada fazes a não ser virar as costas e vais-te embora...&lt;br /&gt;É mais fácil assim...&lt;br /&gt;Assim é &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Fácil de Entender"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é solução, virar as costas e partir não é a solução...&lt;br /&gt;Assim como não o é saltar para o abismo e deixar-me morrer no fim da falésia...&lt;br /&gt;É o caminho mais fácil...&lt;br /&gt;Mas esquecer é dificil, e TU és impossivel de esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;E contudo volto a gritar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"PORQUÊ????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada se ouve a não ser o vento enquanto caiu pela falésia...&lt;br /&gt;E só me vem à memoria esta muzika....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/facil-de-entender.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/facil-de-entender.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que a ultima gota de sangue sai do meu corpo e se mistura com o salgado mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até um dia.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115223027059716401?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115223027059716401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115223027059716401' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115223027059716401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115223027059716401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/07/fcil-de-entender.html' title='Fácil De Entender'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-115056398877975790</id><published>2006-06-17T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:04:50.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/Village%20woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/Village%20woman.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may be the face I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;A trace of pleasure or regret&lt;br /&gt;May be my treasure or the price I have to pay&lt;br /&gt;She may be the song that summer sings&lt;br /&gt;May be the chill that autumn brings&lt;br /&gt;May be a hundred different things&lt;br /&gt;Within the measure of a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may be the beauty or the beast&lt;br /&gt;May be the famine or the feast&lt;br /&gt;May turn each day into a heaven or a hell&lt;br /&gt;She may be the mirror of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;A smile reflected in a stream&lt;br /&gt;She may not be what she may seem inside her shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She who always seems so happy in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;Whose eyes can be so private and so proud&lt;br /&gt;No one's allowed to see them when they cry&lt;br /&gt;She may be the love that cannot hope to last&lt;br /&gt;May come to me from shadows of the past&lt;br /&gt;That I'll remember till the day I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may be the reason I survive&lt;br /&gt;The why and wherefore I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years&lt;br /&gt;Me I'll take her laughter and her tears&lt;br /&gt;And make them all my souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;For where she goes I've got to be&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of my life is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;Oh she&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-115056398877975790?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/115056398877975790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=115056398877975790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115056398877975790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/115056398877975790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/06/she.html' title='She'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-114868451333930663</id><published>2006-05-26T23:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:01:53.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Lost...</title><content type='html'>I'm lost...&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you by my side...&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight I walk alone with only the stars to guide me in the dark...&lt;br /&gt;And waiting...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you, to get by my side and walk with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost...&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you by my side...&lt;br /&gt;And waiting...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you never come, so I'll always walk alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-114868451333930663?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/114868451333930663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=114868451333930663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114868451333930663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114868451333930663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-lost.html' title='I&apos;m Lost...'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-114868374919509109</id><published>2006-05-26T23:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:15:55.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/Reaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/Reaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-114868374919509109?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-114808177538047134</id><published>2006-05-20T00:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T07:33:23.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cure - Pictures Of You</title><content type='html'>I've been looking so long at these pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;that I almost believe that they're real&lt;br /&gt;I've been living so long with my pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;that I almost believe that the pictures&lt;br /&gt;are all I can feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering you&lt;br /&gt;standing quiet in the rain&lt;br /&gt;as I ran to your heart to be near&lt;br /&gt;and we kissed as the sky fell in holding you close&lt;br /&gt;how I always held close in your fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering you running soft through the night&lt;br /&gt;you were bigger, and brighter, and whiter than snow.&lt;br /&gt;Screamed at the make-believe, screamed at the sky&lt;br /&gt;and you finally found&lt;br /&gt;all your courage to let it all go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering you fallen into my arms&lt;br /&gt;crying for the death of you heart&lt;br /&gt;You were stone white, so delicate, so lost in the cold&lt;br /&gt;You were always so lost in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering you,&lt;br /&gt;How you used to be&lt;br /&gt;slow drowned, you were angels&lt;br /&gt;so much more than everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold for the last time&lt;br /&gt;then slip away quietly&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes but I've never seen anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I'd thought of the right words&lt;br /&gt;I could have hold onto your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I'd thought of the right words&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be breaking apart&lt;br /&gt;all my pictures of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking so long at these pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;but I never hold onto your heart&lt;br /&gt;Looking so long for the words to be true&lt;br /&gt;but always just breaking apart&lt;br /&gt;My pictures of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing in the world&lt;br /&gt;that I ever wanted more&lt;br /&gt;than to feel you deep in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing in the world&lt;br /&gt;that I ever wanted more&lt;br /&gt;than to never feel the breaking apart of&lt;br /&gt;all my pictures of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-114808177538047134?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/114808177538047134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=114808177538047134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114808177538047134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114808177538047134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/05/cure-pictures-of-you.html' title='The Cure - Pictures Of You'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-114808103401143768</id><published>2006-05-20T00:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T00:23:54.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMA MATER!</title><content type='html'>Mother Tongue speaks to Me&lt;br /&gt;In the strongest way I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;I know that she sees in Me&lt;br /&gt;Her proudest child, her purest breed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She speaks to Me in colours&lt;br /&gt;That I can't really understand&lt;br /&gt;I only know that they are ours&lt;br /&gt;And to those I'll proudly bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am your only child&lt;br /&gt;And you my dearest mystery&lt;br /&gt;From an ancient throne I defy the world&lt;br /&gt;To kneel before the Power within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am your only child&lt;br /&gt;And you my dearest mystery&lt;br /&gt;World can't you see it?&lt;br /&gt;Am I alone in my belief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virando costas ao Mundo&lt;br /&gt;Orgulhosamente sós&lt;br /&gt;Glória Antiga, volta a nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMA MATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking waves announce my Bride&lt;br /&gt;It is the only way the Sea could sing&lt;br /&gt;Legends of Lusitanian pride&lt;br /&gt;He sings the words I cannot spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Moon Mountain six wolves cry&lt;br /&gt;Your lost glory we'll regain or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am her only child&lt;br /&gt;And she is my dearest mystery&lt;br /&gt;Pagan Gods in conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;For the sword of Tyranny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue has spoke to thee&lt;br /&gt;In the strongest way they've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;World can't you see ?&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone in my belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMA MATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virando costas ao Mundo&lt;br /&gt;Orgulhosamente sós&lt;br /&gt;Glória Antiga, volta a nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMA MATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue has spoke to Me&lt;br /&gt;In the strongest way I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;I know that she sees in Me&lt;br /&gt;Her proudest child, her purest breed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She speaks to Me in colours&lt;br /&gt;I can't really understand&lt;br /&gt;I only know that they are ours&lt;br /&gt;and to those I'll proudly bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am her only child&lt;br /&gt;And she is my dearest mystery&lt;br /&gt;From an ancient throne I defy the world&lt;br /&gt;To kneel before the powers within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am her only child&lt;br /&gt;And she is my dearest tragedy&lt;br /&gt;World can't you see it?&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone in my belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virando costas ao Mundo&lt;br /&gt;Orgulhosamente sós&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-114808103401143768?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/114808103401143768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=114808103401143768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114808103401143768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114808103401143768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/05/alma-mater.html' title='ALMA MATER!'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-114773732789703816</id><published>2006-05-16T00:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:55:27.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the One for Me, Fatty - Morrissey</title><content type='html'>You're the One for me, fatty&lt;br /&gt;You're the One I really, really love&lt;br /&gt;And I will stay&lt;br /&gt;Promise you'll say&lt;br /&gt;If I'm in your way&lt;br /&gt;You're the One for me, fatty&lt;br /&gt;You're the One I really, really love&lt;br /&gt;And I will stay&lt;br /&gt;Promise you'll say&lt;br /&gt;If I'm ever in your way&lt;br /&gt;A-hey&lt;br /&gt;All over Battersea&lt;br /&gt;Some hope; and some despair&lt;br /&gt;All over Battersea&lt;br /&gt;Some hope; and some despair&lt;br /&gt;Oh ...&lt;br /&gt;You're the One for me, fatty&lt;br /&gt;You're the One I really, really love&lt;br /&gt;And I will stay&lt;br /&gt;Promise you'll say&lt;br /&gt;If I'm in your way&lt;br /&gt;You're the One for me, fatty&lt;br /&gt;You're the One I really, really love&lt;br /&gt;And I will stay&lt;br /&gt;Promise you'll say&lt;br /&gt;If I'm ever in your way&lt;br /&gt;A-hey&lt;br /&gt;All over Battersea&lt;br /&gt;Some hope; and some despair&lt;br /&gt;All over Battersea&lt;br /&gt;Some hope; and some despair&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh ...&lt;br /&gt;You're the One for me, fatty&lt;br /&gt;You're the One I really, really love&lt;br /&gt;And I will stay&lt;br /&gt;Promise you'll say&lt;br /&gt;If I'm ever in your way&lt;br /&gt;A-hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the One for me, fatty&lt;br /&gt;You're the One for me, a-hey-hey&lt;br /&gt;A-hey&lt;br /&gt;A-hey&lt;br /&gt;A-hey&lt;br /&gt;A-he-he-he-hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Ti, Barriguita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-114773732789703816?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/114773732789703816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=114773732789703816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Get</title><content type='html'>The more you ignore me&lt;br /&gt;the closer i get&lt;br /&gt;you're wasting your time&lt;br /&gt;the more you ignore me the closer i get&lt;br /&gt;you're wasting your time&lt;br /&gt;I will be&lt;br /&gt;in the bar&lt;br /&gt;with my head&lt;br /&gt;on the bar&lt;br /&gt;I am now&lt;br /&gt;a central part&lt;br /&gt;of your mind's landscape&lt;br /&gt;whether you care&lt;br /&gt;or do not&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I've made up your mind&lt;br /&gt;the more you ignore me&lt;br /&gt;the closer i get&lt;br /&gt;you're wasting your time&lt;br /&gt;Beware!&lt;br /&gt;I bear more grudges&lt;br /&gt;than lonely high court judges&lt;br /&gt;when you sleep&lt;br /&gt;I will creep&lt;br /&gt;into your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;like a bad debt&lt;br /&gt;that you can't pay&lt;br /&gt;take the easy way&lt;br /&gt;and give in&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and let me in&lt;br /&gt;It's war&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Get'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-114773405448913967</id><published>2006-05-15T23:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:00:54.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma Matter - Morrissey</title><content type='html'>So : the choice I have made&lt;br /&gt;May seem strange to you&lt;br /&gt;But who asked you, anyway ?&lt;br /&gt;It's my life to wreck&lt;br /&gt;My own way&lt;br /&gt;You see : to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...&lt;br /&gt;Alma matters&lt;br /&gt;In mind, body and soul&lt;br /&gt;In part, and in hole&lt;br /&gt;Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...&lt;br /&gt;Alma matters&lt;br /&gt;In mind, body and soul&lt;br /&gt;In part, and in hole&lt;br /&gt;So the life&lt;br /&gt;I have made&lt;br /&gt;May seem wrong to you&lt;br /&gt;But, I've never been surer&lt;br /&gt;It's my life to ruin&lt;br /&gt;My own way&lt;br /&gt;You see : to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...&lt;br /&gt;Alma matters&lt;br /&gt;In mind, body and soul&lt;br /&gt;In part, and in hole&lt;br /&gt;Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...&lt;br /&gt;Alma matters&lt;br /&gt;In mind, body and soul&lt;br /&gt;In part, and in hole&lt;br /&gt;To someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...&lt;br /&gt;Alma matters&lt;br /&gt;In mind, body and soul&lt;br /&gt;Part, and in hole&lt;br /&gt;So to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...&lt;br /&gt;Alma matters&lt;br /&gt;In mind, body and soul&lt;br /&gt;Part, and in hole&lt;br /&gt;To someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah ...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-114773405448913967?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/114773405448913967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=114773405448913967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114773405448913967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114773405448913967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/05/alma-matter-morrissey.html' title='Alma Matter - Morrissey'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-114757048568888662</id><published>2006-05-14T02:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T02:34:45.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smiths - I Know It's Over</title><content type='html'>Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head&lt;br /&gt;And as I climb into an empty bed&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's over - still I cling&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where else I can go&lt;br /&gt;Oh ...&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head&lt;br /&gt;See, the sea wants to take me&lt;br /&gt;The knife wants to slit me&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can help me ?&lt;br /&gt;Sad veiled bride, please be happy&lt;br /&gt;Handsome groom, give her room&lt;br /&gt;Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly&lt;br /&gt;(Though she needs you&lt;br /&gt;More than she loves you)&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's over - still I cling&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where else I can go&lt;br /&gt;Over and over and over and over&lt;br /&gt;Over and over, la ...&lt;br /&gt;I know it's over&lt;br /&gt;And it never really began&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart it was so real&lt;br /&gt;And you even spoke to me, and said :&lt;br /&gt;"If you're so funny&lt;br /&gt;Then why are you on your own tonight ?&lt;br /&gt;And if you're so clever&lt;br /&gt;Then why are you on your own tonight ?&lt;br /&gt;If you're so very entertaining&lt;br /&gt;Then why are you on your own tonight ?&lt;br /&gt;If you're so very good-looking&lt;br /&gt;Why do you sleep alone tonight ?&lt;br /&gt;I know ...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause tonight is just like any other night&lt;br /&gt;That's why you're on your own tonight&lt;br /&gt;With your triumphs and your charms&lt;br /&gt;While they're in each other's arms...&lt;br /&gt;"It's so easy to laugh&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to hate&lt;br /&gt;It takes strength to be gentle and kind&lt;br /&gt;Over, over, over, over&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to laugh&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to hate&lt;br /&gt;It takes guts to be gentle and kind&lt;br /&gt;Over, over&lt;br /&gt;Love is Natural and Real&lt;br /&gt;But not for you, my love&lt;br /&gt;Not tonight, my love&lt;br /&gt;Love is Natural and Real&lt;br /&gt;But not for such as you and I, my love&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-114757048568888662?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/114757048568888662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=114757048568888662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114757048568888662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114757048568888662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/05/smiths-i-know-its-over.html' title='The Smiths - I Know It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-114756897908087197</id><published>2006-05-14T02:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:45:45.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smiths - Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now</title><content type='html'>I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour&lt;br /&gt;But heaven knows I'm miserable now&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a job, and then I found a job&lt;br /&gt;And heaven knows I'm miserable now&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;Why do I give valuable time&lt;br /&gt;To people who don't care if I live or die ?&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers entwined pass me by&lt;br /&gt;And heaven knows I'm miserable now&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a job, and then&lt;br /&gt;I found a job&lt;br /&gt;And heaven knows I'm miserable now&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why do I give valuable time&lt;br /&gt;To people who don't care if I live or die ?&lt;br /&gt;What she asked of me at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Caligula would have blushed&lt;br /&gt;"You've been in the house too long" she said&lt;br /&gt;And I (naturally) fled&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;Why do I smile&lt;br /&gt;At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye ?&lt;br /&gt;I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour&lt;br /&gt;But heaven knows I'm miserable now&lt;br /&gt;"You've been in the house too long" she said&lt;br /&gt;And I (naturally) fledIn my life&lt;br /&gt;Why do I give valuable time&lt;br /&gt;To people who don't care if I live or die ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-114756897908087197?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/114756897908087197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=114756897908087197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114756897908087197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114756897908087197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/05/smiths-heaven-knows-im-miserable-now.html' title='The Smiths - Heaven Knows I&apos;m Miserable Now'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-114756844587181743</id><published>2006-05-14T01:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T18:03:18.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Beautiful - James Blunt</title><content type='html'>My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;br /&gt;Flying high,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para Ti...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-114756844587181743?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/114756844587181743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=114756844587181743' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114756844587181743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114756844587181743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/05/youre-beautiful-james-blunt.html' title='You&apos;re Beautiful - James Blunt'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-114702772763302912</id><published>2006-05-07T19:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T19:48:47.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Of You - Kelly Clarkson</title><content type='html'>I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;br /&gt;I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery&lt;br /&gt;I will not break the way you did&lt;br /&gt;You fell so hard&lt;br /&gt;I've learned the hard way, to never let it get that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side&lt;br /&gt;So I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust&lt;br /&gt;Not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my way&lt;br /&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cry&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that's weakness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh&lt;br /&gt;Every day of my life&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;br /&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side&lt;br /&gt;So I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust&lt;br /&gt;Not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you die&lt;br /&gt;I heard you cry&lt;br /&gt;Every night in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;I was so young&lt;br /&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;br /&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;br /&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;br /&gt;And now I cry&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side&lt;br /&gt;So I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I tried my hardest just to forget everything&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to let anyone else in&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-114702772763302912?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/114702772763302912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=114702772763302912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114702772763302912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114702772763302912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/05/because-of-you-kelly-clarkson.html' title='Because Of You - Kelly Clarkson'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-114695311086728044</id><published>2006-05-06T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T17:16:52.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegou o fim...</title><content type='html'>Chegou o fim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fim de mais um dia....&lt;br /&gt;O fim de mais uma semana....&lt;br /&gt;O fim de mais um momento a pensar em ti....&lt;br /&gt;Libertei-me!&lt;br /&gt;Vou adormecer e não pensar mais no que poderiamos fazer&lt;br /&gt;Onde poderiamos estar&lt;br /&gt;Como poderiamos viver&lt;br /&gt;O meu corpo está dormente de tanta dor...&lt;br /&gt;A dor de te perder&lt;br /&gt;A dor de não te ter&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ao pé de mim!&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de ti!&lt;br /&gt;Preciso do teu sorriso para me alegrar o dia&lt;br /&gt;Preciso dos teus olhos para me indicarem o caminho certo a tomar&lt;br /&gt;Preciso dos teu braços para me refugiar das intemperies da vida&lt;br /&gt;O calor do teu corpo aquece-me a alma&lt;br /&gt;O sabor da tua boca alimenta o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Os teus lábios elevam o meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;O desejo de te ter&lt;br /&gt;De te possuir&lt;br /&gt;De fazer amor contigo na praia enquanto as ondas lavam os nossos corpos humidos pelo suor do prazer&lt;br /&gt;Há que saudades tenho desses dias onde me embriagava só com o teu cheiro....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas chegou o fim....&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o fim dos tempos&lt;br /&gt;Vou-me deitar e dormir o sono eterno....&lt;br /&gt;A morte está à minha espera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis o fim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osculações &amp;amp; Amplexos,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-114695311086728044?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/114695311086728044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=114695311086728044' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114695311086728044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/114695311086728044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/05/chegou-o-fim.html' title='Chegou o fim...'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-113961472814013066</id><published>2006-02-10T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:40:30.193Z</updated><title type='text'>Dizia Nietzsche...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/1600/Friedrich%20Wilhelm%20Nietzsche%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/Friedrich%20Wilhelm%20Nietzsche%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem é o criador dos valores, mas esquece a sua própria criação e vê neles algo de "transcendente", de "eterno" e "verdadeiro", quando os valores não são mais do que algo "humano, demasiado humano"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-113961472814013066?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/113961472814013066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=113961472814013066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/113961472814013066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/113961472814013066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/2006/02/dizia-nietzsche.html' title='Dizia Nietzsche...'/><author><name>AlmaMater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621150822897600173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3294/2238/320/AlmaMater.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22053900.post-113935978750572569</id><published>2006-02-06T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-10T14:24:05.613Z</updated><title type='text'>Algo mais completamente estupido não há!</title><content type='html'>É verdade, então eu tive um trabalho do caraças (para ser educado) a criar este blog e esqueço-me de colocar o 1º post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algo mais completamente estupido não há!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguem-se as cenas dos próximos capitúlos.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osculações e Amplexos,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22053900-113935978750572569?l=eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eparaalgocompletamenteestupidotemos.blogspot.com/feeds/113935978750572569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22053900&amp;postID=113935978750572569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/113935978750572569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22053900/posts/default/113935978750572569'/><link rel='alternate' 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