<?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-14022327</id><updated>2011-12-17T07:14:53.355-08:00</updated><category term='Acima das nuvens...'/><category term='na estrada...'/><category term='esta foi de telemovel...'/><category term='algures Madeira...'/><title type='text'>Aberto até de madrugada...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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voz do passado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uk3UOatn_bo/TW2bV5pqR6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/2VqdcFJfYjw/s1600/DSC_3257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579286313937029026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uk3UOatn_bo/TW2bV5pqR6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/2VqdcFJfYjw/s400/DSC_3257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Há mais de um ano que por aqui não passava para escrever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou fingir que o fazia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ás vezes,venho e leio, e vejo imagens e palavras, que julgava perdidas no tempo e em mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os outros sites, fazem esquecer os blogs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou tentar refugia-los no tempo,e na memoria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai fazer 6 anos que este blog teve inicio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No entanto as palavras,as imagens, as pessoas nele, parecem estar ao meu lado sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melhor,estão em mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanto e tão pouco se passou em 6 anos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tragédias e alegrias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dias negros e outros radiantes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lágrimas e sorrisos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Sim e o Não...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O partir e o chegar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O misto de sentimentos e emoções...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um momento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-7135247231394563743?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/7135247231394563743/comments/default' 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would bring a tear to me&lt;br /&gt;This world has lost it's glory&lt;br /&gt;Lets start a brand new story&lt;br /&gt;Now my love&lt;br /&gt;You think that I don't even mean&lt;br /&gt;A single word I say...&lt;br /&gt;It's only words&lt;br /&gt;And words are all I have&lt;br /&gt;To take your heart away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk, in everlasting words&lt;br /&gt;And dedicate them all, to me&lt;br /&gt;And I will give you all my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm here if you should call to me&lt;br /&gt;You think that I don't even mean&lt;br /&gt;a single word I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world has lost it's glory&lt;br /&gt;Let's start a brand new story&lt;br /&gt;Now, my love&lt;br /&gt;You think that I don't even mean&lt;br /&gt;a single word I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And words are all I have&lt;br /&gt;To take your heart away..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musica: Boyzone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-6427346832864950038?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/6427346832864950038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=6427346832864950038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6427346832864950038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6427346832864950038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2009/12/words.html' 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10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SzO18gGc_3I/AAAAAAAAALU/6wJdliN8dAI/s400/lagrima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418874827670617970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"A black cat moans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;When he's burning with the fever&lt;br /&gt;A stray dog howls&lt;br /&gt;When he's lonely in the night&lt;br /&gt;A woman goes crazy&lt;br /&gt;With the though of retribution&lt;br /&gt;But, a man starts weeping&lt;br /&gt;When he's sick and tired of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on dreaming dreams of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Feel I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;Lighting candles in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Always taking my chances&lt;br /&gt;On the promise of the future&lt;br /&gt;But, a heart full of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Paints a lonely tapestry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;But, it's raining in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one understands the heartache&lt;br /&gt;No one feels the pain&lt;br /&gt;Cos no one ever sees the tears&lt;br /&gt;When you're crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;When you're crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never deny&lt;br /&gt;All the sweet things I have tasted&lt;br /&gt;Tho' I've been mistreated&lt;br /&gt;I keep coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;I know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;There's no hope of absolution&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to separate&lt;br /&gt;The good times from the bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;But, it's raining in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one understands the heartache&lt;br /&gt;No one feels the pain&lt;br /&gt;Cos no one ever sees the tears&lt;br /&gt;When you're crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;When you're crying in the rain..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musica: Whitesnake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-4686964331182750301?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/4686964331182750301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=4686964331182750301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/4686964331182750301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/4686964331182750301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2009/12/black-cat-moans-when-hes-burning-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SzO18gGc_3I/AAAAAAAAALU/6wJdliN8dAI/s72-c/lagrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-6077042373244759444</id><published>2009-12-24T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:27:47.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Come away with me..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SzOyljY4tpI/AAAAAAAAALM/j7HAghISGgo/s1600-h/estrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SzOyljY4tpI/AAAAAAAAALM/j7HAghISGgo/s400/estrada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418871134881363602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come away with me in the night&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me&lt;br /&gt;And I will write you a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me on a bus&lt;br /&gt;Come away where they can't tempt us&lt;br /&gt;With their lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to walk with you&lt;br /&gt;On a cloudy day&lt;br /&gt;In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high&lt;br /&gt;So won't you try to come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me and we'll kiss&lt;br /&gt;On a mountaintop&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to wake up with the rain&lt;br /&gt;Falling on a tin roof&lt;br /&gt;While I'm safe there in your arms&lt;br /&gt;So all I ask is for you&lt;br /&gt;To come away with me in the night&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musica: Norah Jones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-6077042373244759444?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/6077042373244759444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=6077042373244759444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6077042373244759444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6077042373244759444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-away-with-me.html' title='&quot;Come away with me...&quot;'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SzOyljY4tpI/AAAAAAAAALM/j7HAghISGgo/s72-c/estrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-4101427577724991155</id><published>2009-12-24T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:00:53.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"November Rain"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SzOr68jAILI/AAAAAAAAALE/vY3bsTAOEQ4/s1600-h/maos+dadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SzOr68jAILI/AAAAAAAAALE/vY3bsTAOEQ4/s400/maos+dadas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418863805830537394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can see a love restrained&lt;br /&gt;But darlin' when I hold you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;And we both know hearts can change&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to hold a candle&lt;br /&gt;In the cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;We've been through this&lt;br /&gt;Such a long long time&lt;br /&gt;Just tryin' to kill the pain&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;But lovers always come&lt;br /&gt;And lovers always go&lt;br /&gt;And no one's really sure&lt;br /&gt;Who's lettin' go today&lt;br /&gt;Walking away&lt;br /&gt;If we could take the time&lt;br /&gt;To lay it on the line&lt;br /&gt;I could rest my head&lt;br /&gt;Just knowin' that you were mine&lt;br /&gt;All mine&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to love me&lt;br /&gt;Then darlin' don't refrain&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll just end up walkin'&lt;br /&gt;In the cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need some time&lt;br /&gt;On your own&lt;br /&gt;Do you need some time&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs some time&lt;br /&gt;On their own&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you need some time&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to keep an open heart&lt;br /&gt;When even friends seem out to harm you&lt;br /&gt;But if you could heal a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't time be out to charm you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need some time&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need some time&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs some time&lt;br /&gt;On their own&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you need some time&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your fears subside&lt;br /&gt;And shadows still remain&lt;br /&gt;I know that you can love me&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one left to blame&lt;br /&gt;So never mind the darkness&lt;br /&gt;We still can find a way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Even cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you&lt;br /&gt;Need somebody&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you&lt;br /&gt;Need someone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you&lt;br /&gt;Need somebody&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you&lt;br /&gt;Need someone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you&lt;br /&gt;Need somebody&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you&lt;br /&gt;Need someone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you&lt;br /&gt;Need somebody&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you&lt;br /&gt;Need someone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musica by Guns n' Roses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-4101427577724991155?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/4101427577724991155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=4101427577724991155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/4101427577724991155'/><link rel='self' 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Rose Has Its Thorn..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SzOpS4o7YPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/J-fmPAGbI3w/s1600-h/silhueta2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SzOpS4o7YPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/J-fmPAGbI3w/s400/silhueta2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418860918563627250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We both lie silently still&lt;br /&gt;In the dead of the night&lt;br /&gt;Although we both lie close together&lt;br /&gt;We feel miles apart inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it somethin' I said or somethin' I did?&lt;br /&gt;Did my words not come out right?&lt;br /&gt;Though I tried not to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Though I tried but I guess that's why, they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every rose has its thorn&lt;br /&gt;Just like every night has its dawn&lt;br /&gt;Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song&lt;br /&gt;Every rose has its, yeah, it does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;Playin' on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Hear the D.J. say&lt;br /&gt;"Love's a game of easy come and easy go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder, does he know&lt;br /&gt;Has he ever felt like this?&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'd be here right now&lt;br /&gt;If I could've let you know somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, every rose has its thorn&lt;br /&gt;Just like every night has its dawn&lt;br /&gt;Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song&lt;br /&gt;Every rose has its thorns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's been a while now&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel so much pain&lt;br /&gt;Like the knife that cuts you, the wound heals&lt;br /&gt;But the scar, that scar remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I could have saved our love that night&lt;br /&gt;If I'd known what to say&lt;br /&gt;Instead of makin' love we both&lt;br /&gt;Made our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I hear you've found somebody new&lt;br /&gt;And that I never meant that much to you&lt;br /&gt;To hear that tears me up inside&lt;br /&gt;And to see you cuts me like a knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, every rose has its thorn&lt;br /&gt;Just like every night has its dawn&lt;br /&gt;Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song&lt;br /&gt;Every rose has its"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musica dos Poison...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-5212573935880911498?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/5212573935880911498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=5212573935880911498&amp;isPopup=true' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-8953359111760573823</id><published>2009-12-11T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T18:30:09.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um momento nosso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"O teu sorriso era magia,&lt;br /&gt;O teu toque o paraiso,&lt;br /&gt;No inicio era o encanto,&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo depois...uma amizade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma paixão?Não,atracção apenas!&lt;br /&gt;Um sentimento desencontrado,&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo frustrado,&lt;br /&gt;Amizade e nada mais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos a dois perdidos no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Almoços e jantares,&lt;br /&gt;Horas de conversa,&lt;br /&gt;Dedos entrelaçados,&lt;br /&gt;Num abraço desejado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar que diz: "SIM!",&lt;br /&gt;Lábios que dizem:"Não posso,é melhor não!",&lt;br /&gt;"Tu tens alguem,assim não dá..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração deseja,mas a razão não perdoa,&lt;br /&gt;Magoada pelo tempo, e por quem não Te mereceu,&lt;br /&gt;Fechas-Te num mundo só Teu,&lt;br /&gt;Num receio constante,&lt;br /&gt;De reviver o que aconteceu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tens razão então...&lt;br /&gt;Fica o Pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;O Desejo, a Vontade...&lt;br /&gt;E mais não,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me cair no esquecimento,&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas mais um sorriso na multidão...&lt;br /&gt;Vazio e sem razão,&lt;br /&gt;Beijo e até um dia...&lt;br /&gt;ou não."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-8953359111760573823?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/8953359111760573823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-3846814674496828760</id><published>2009-12-04T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:29:17.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Vazio -</title><content type='html'>" Estou e não estou,&lt;br /&gt;Ter e não ter,&lt;br /&gt;Amar e perder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desilusão e traição,&lt;br /&gt;Paixão,perdição,&lt;br /&gt;Negação,atracção,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foste,sem ter sido,&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-te sem nunca&lt;br /&gt;Verdadeiramente Te ter tido,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou e não estou,&lt;br /&gt;Ter e não ter,&lt;br /&gt;Amar e perder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilusão,tentação,&lt;br /&gt;Uma ida,uma volta,&lt;br /&gt;Um sentimento,uma derrota,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar,um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite no Paraiso,&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo, um feitiço,&lt;br /&gt;O Teu abraço mortifero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou e não estou,&lt;br /&gt;Ter e não ter,&lt;br /&gt;Amar,e tentar não Te perder..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-3846814674496828760?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/3846814674496828760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=3846814674496828760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/3846814674496828760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/3846814674496828760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montra de vaidades,&lt;br /&gt;Vitrine de ilusões,&lt;br /&gt;Um destruir de relações,&lt;br /&gt;Num misto de emoções,&lt;br /&gt;Uma troca de sensações,&lt;br /&gt;Por breves momentos de paixões...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo sem limites,&lt;br /&gt;- Sentes?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim amor...não pares!&lt;br /&gt;Carros, hoteis e moteis,&lt;br /&gt;Momentos,sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica o vazio do após,&lt;br /&gt;- Volto a ver-Te?&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei... Ligo-Te amanhã ou depois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres sensuais,&lt;br /&gt;Roupas divinais,&lt;br /&gt;São bonecas,&lt;br /&gt;São barbies reais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desejo é grande,&lt;br /&gt;A vontade é maior,&lt;br /&gt;Elas dizem que sim,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não digo que não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdição,tentação,&lt;br /&gt;O Adeus d'uma relação,&lt;br /&gt;Enganos e mentira,&lt;br /&gt;Ilusões e paixões,&lt;br /&gt;Noites que foram de magia,&lt;br /&gt;Novamente aquela sensação,&lt;br /&gt;A dor fria... da solidão..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-8743566382260338688?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/8743566382260338688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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"servir" de desculpa a algo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cansado de estar do lado errado...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nunca fui assim...nunca andei neste género de cenas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E não me revejo nisto...completamente perdido entre duas terras...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nem aqui nem ali...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Em troca de que?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saudades dos meus amigos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E para mais,magoei alguem de quem muito gosto...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E é tão especial para mim...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pedir DESCULPA é no minimo insuficiente...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apesar de me ter sido dito, que não seria isso, que iria mudar a nossa amizade...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiquei para lá de arrasado...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E a magoa que causei não é menor que o peso que sinto por isso...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;És muito importante para mim, e perder a Tua amizade não teria comparação...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Será pedir muito querer ser feliz?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tenho tentado...palavra que tenho...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas sinto isso cada vez mais longe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E sinto-me cada vez mais isolado e só...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sinto mesmo falta de Lisboa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E resisto ao passar dos dias e nem sei bem como...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sofrer em silencio, para não fazer sofrer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Será isso uma sinal de amor, ou pura estupidez?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Numa altura em que ninguem dá valor ou atenção a ninguém...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estarei eu tão errado!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mal durmo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sinto uma constante inquietação onde quer que esteja...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Em local algum me sinto confortavel...apenas na companhia de quem não deveria estar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Porque será que o me faz tão bem, me faz tão mal!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O passar do tempo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Resisto...e...vamos ver o que vai dar o dia de amanhã...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/14022327-5906739893500597190?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/5906739893500597190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=5906739893500597190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/5906739893500597190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/5906739893500597190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2009/11/cansado.html' title='Cansado. . .'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/Sws0mkpbx2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ttSxW6hDVME/s72-c/DSC00748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-5425977457835358933</id><published>2009-11-20T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:08:57.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sonho. . .felicidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SwdLXpZC7KI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZHgJWPWjRAc/s1600/1430905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SwdLXpZC7KI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZHgJWPWjRAc/s400/1430905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406372747301547170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Out here the nights are long, the days are lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt; I think of you and i'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now the cards i've drawn's a rough hand, darling&lt;br /&gt;I straighten the back and i'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes it feels so far away&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;And i know it will be mine someday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rain pourin' down, i swing my hammer&lt;br /&gt;My hands are rough from working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;Though trouble can feel like it's here to stay&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;Well our love will chase trouble away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[whistling interlude]&lt;br /&gt;That's professional whistling right there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;Though it can feel so far away&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;Our love will make it real someday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sun rise up, i climb the ladder&lt;br /&gt;The new day breaks and i'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;Though it can feel so far away&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;Our love will make it real someday&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;Though it can feel so far away&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a dream&lt;br /&gt;And our love will make it real someday..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday,Today,Tomorrow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-5425977457835358933?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/5425977457835358933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=5425977457835358933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/5425977457835358933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/5425977457835358933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-sonho-felicidade.html' title='Um sonho. . .felicidade.'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SwdLXpZC7KI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZHgJWPWjRAc/s72-c/1430905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-2375180382332204603</id><published>2009-11-20T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:01:14.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma vida assim. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SwdJpGXodwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iLttDU3ONio/s1600/1082286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SwdJpGXodwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iLttDU3ONio/s400/1082286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406370848114767618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Dois lírios sobre a mesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt; Uma janela aberta sobre o mar&lt;br /&gt;Trago em mim a certeza&lt;br /&gt;De quem espera p´lo teu voltar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um cheirinho a café&lt;br /&gt;Fotografias caídas pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;E no ar uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Traz-me uma recordação&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tenho tanto por dizer&lt;br /&gt;Tanto por te contar&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida não chega&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o céu e tenho o mar&lt;br /&gt;E tanto para te dar&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida não chega&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tenho um poema escrito&lt;br /&gt;Guardado num lugar perto do mar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o olhar no infinito&lt;br /&gt;E suspiro devagar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tenho tanto por dizer&lt;br /&gt;Tanto por te contar&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida não chega&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o céu e tenho o mar&lt;br /&gt;E tanto para te dar&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida não chega&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O tempo aqui parou&lt;br /&gt;Desde que te foste embora&lt;br /&gt;Só a saudade ficou&lt;br /&gt;já não aguento tanta demora&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tenho tanto por dizer&lt;br /&gt;Tanto por te contar&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida não chega&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o céu e tenho o mar&lt;br /&gt;E tanto para te dar&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida não chega&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tenho tanto por dizer&lt;br /&gt;Tanto por te contar&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida não chega&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o céu e tenho o mar&lt;br /&gt;E sei que vou te amar&lt;br /&gt;Para a eternidade…"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pensando em Ti...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-2375180382332204603?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/2375180382332204603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=2375180382332204603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/2375180382332204603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/2375180382332204603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2009/11/uma-vida-assim.html' title='Uma vida assim. . .'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SwdJpGXodwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iLttDU3ONio/s72-c/1082286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-6574896802136095771</id><published>2009-11-12T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:10:08.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estar . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SvyjyzG61XI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UgCV75yVbGM/s1600-h/496953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SvyjyzG61XI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UgCV75yVbGM/s400/496953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403373746045769074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje andei muito. . .&lt;br /&gt;Não só em tempo,mas em distancia. . .&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em muita coisa. . .&lt;br /&gt;Mas apenas uma,parecia estar presente. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O anoitecer fez companhia. . .&lt;br /&gt;Num momento em que a solidão se notava como há muito não a sentia. . .&lt;br /&gt;Via gente e pensava em gente. . .&lt;br /&gt;Mas apenas uma estava presente. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me com o peso de uma multidão,mas o vazio da solidão. . .&lt;br /&gt;O estar num estádio cheio, e ser a pessoa mais só do mundo. . .&lt;br /&gt;Num misto de emoções. . .&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um pensamento. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como será possivel alguém nos dar a mão. . .&lt;br /&gt;Fazer-nos sentir novemente desejados e queridos. . .&lt;br /&gt;E num ápice essa mão desaparecer. . .&lt;br /&gt;Deixando um vazio. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se de um momento ao outro um pequeno mundo se desmoronasse. . .&lt;br /&gt;Ficando apenas uma saudade. . .&lt;br /&gt;Um vazio estranho. . .&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma vontade de relembrar. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pensei sentir o que senti. . .&lt;br /&gt;Há muito tempo que não me sentia assim. . .&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes nem me chego a reconhecer. . .&lt;br /&gt;Não sou assim!Nunca fui!Porque agora?Porque assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me vazio. . .&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me distante. . .&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me perdido. . .&lt;br /&gt;Mas apenas um pensamento estava presente. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-6574896802136095771?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SvyjyzG61XI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UgCV75yVbGM/s72-c/496953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-3261516908479510735</id><published>2009-11-05T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:55:47.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrada do Pensamento. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SvNtcWM9uCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yfqImyb78uE/s1600-h/417085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SvNtcWM9uCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yfqImyb78uE/s400/417085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400780711911077922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Telequinética, cibernética ou até mesmo genética,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; não irão igualar a capacidade profética,&lt;br /&gt;do olho na minha testa, que atesta o meu cérebro,&lt;br /&gt;que me dá protecção com'a casca de ovo do Calimero.&lt;br /&gt;Efémero, inperceptível, horrível para quem é insensível,&lt;br /&gt;ao saber que serei invencível e além acima do nível.&lt;br /&gt;Possível é deplorável, quem achar contestável&lt;br /&gt;como o azeite, um deleite, um novo mundo explorável.&lt;br /&gt;Pás, picaretas ou até bisturis, não extraíriam este olho,&lt;br /&gt;comando-o, porque eu o quis.&lt;br /&gt;Auto-suficiente, o meu sistema, alimenta-se de energia,&lt;br /&gt;que recolhe no quotidiano,&lt;br /&gt;durante a noite e todo o dia.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo com mais um olho que tu, paranormal, a pineal,&lt;br /&gt;glândula fundamental, descoberta pela ciência,&lt;br /&gt;é uma central de comunicações,&lt;br /&gt;telecomunico mensagens neurológicas,&lt;br /&gt;lógicas aritméticas, matemáticas sensações e visões.&lt;br /&gt;Milhões de ordens a dar ao cerebelo, cérebro, massa cinzenta,que contempla a realidade captada, que trespassa,&lt;br /&gt;os sentidos,fico extasiado com a dimensão extra-sensorial,&lt;br /&gt;o pensamento é a minha droga, julgo que não faz mal.&lt;br /&gt;Meu DNA alterado, imbuído dum novo estado,&lt;br /&gt;apresenta-se secretamente, prestes a ser revelado.&lt;br /&gt;Uma glândula, presente em nós, de Moscovo a Grândola.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é necessário aceitá-la como tal formando-a,&lt;br /&gt;para cumprir os propósitos para ela destinados,&lt;br /&gt;mentalmente organizados até ao ano 2000 equiparados com requisitos paranormais, a cada um atríbuidos,&lt;br /&gt;por leis universais, de vários seres instituídos.&lt;br /&gt;O terceiro olho, provoca-me tripantes,grandes alucinações,&lt;br /&gt;a sua estrutura química apresenta-me novas sensações,&lt;br /&gt;indescritíveis, sinto perturbações na percepção&lt;br /&gt;e consciência, mas fico dotado de desinibaçãoe&lt;br /&gt;imbuído de inteligência.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o crânio, entre os hemisférios norte e sul,&lt;br /&gt;a pineal dá-me sensibilidade, desenvolvi&lt;br /&gt;a capacidade extra-sensorial, ao máximo,&lt;br /&gt;a altas rotações, recebo um intenso fluxo,envia&lt;br /&gt;mensagens ao cérebro sob o magnetismo d'um impulso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O pensamento é a minha droga,&lt;br /&gt;A droga é o meu pensamento. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;x8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Olho de Hórus, elabora o futuro do Universo e vê além, projecta-se na consciência cósmica e faz praticar o bem.&lt;br /&gt;Sou deus, n'acepção da dimensão&lt;br /&gt;e poder da minha mente, a minha evolução interior, ilustra-me a realidade de forma diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Conheço mundos extraordinários,&lt;br /&gt;que visito com regular frequência,&lt;br /&gt;não me identifico com falsidade, alienam-me por demência.&lt;br /&gt;Igual a "D" "E", mais mente,&lt;br /&gt;"D" desenvolvimento, "E" espectacular,&lt;br /&gt;demente é desenvolvimento espectacular da mente,&lt;br /&gt;ou seja, inteligente.&lt;br /&gt;Chamem-me louco, quem ri por último, ri sempre melhor,&lt;br /&gt;a minha droga é o pensamento, a gargalhada será maior.&lt;/p&gt;O pensamento é a minha droga,&lt;br /&gt;A droga é o meu pensamento..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será possivel pararmos de pensar,ainda que por breves momentos?&lt;br /&gt;Bem sei que não temos botoes on/off...&lt;br /&gt;Mas tou farto...&lt;br /&gt;Tou cansado de ter de ser forte. . .&lt;br /&gt;Tou farto de gente oca e vazia...&lt;br /&gt;Tou farto de prepotencias...&lt;br /&gt;Tou cansado de me sentir deslocado...&lt;br /&gt;Tou farto de ver sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;Tou farto de perder quem não quero perder...&lt;br /&gt;Tou cansado de tantas distancias...&lt;br /&gt;Tou cansado de tanta coisa...&lt;br /&gt;Fazem-me falta os amigos...&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me falta voltar a sentir que...&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me falta a noite...&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me falta a minha Lisboa...&lt;br /&gt;São tantas as questões...São tantas as pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;São tão poucos os minutos...É tão grande a vontade...&lt;br /&gt;Intenso o olhar...Desejosa a vontade...&lt;br /&gt;Insaciaveis os lábios...Voluntariosas as mãos...&lt;br /&gt;Encostar a cabeça e dormir...&lt;br /&gt;Fechar os olhos e...quem sabe sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;Fotos...&lt;br /&gt;Presente...Passado...Futuro...&lt;br /&gt;O amanhã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-3261516908479510735?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/3261516908479510735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=3261516908479510735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-604760028877479020</id><published>2009-10-28T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:54:36.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wont give up on YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SujmKHYCCQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/o9cVDPGG1j0/s1600-h/838502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SujmKHYCCQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/o9cVDPGG1j0/s400/838502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397817214856464642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, why you look so sad?&lt;br /&gt;Tears are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Come on and come to me now&lt;br /&gt;Don't be ashamed to cry&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you through&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've seen the dark side too&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls on you&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you confess&lt;br /&gt;Could make me love you less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won't let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're mad, get mad&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Come on and talk to me now&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what you got to hide?&lt;br /&gt;I get angry too&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm a lot like you&lt;br /&gt;When you're standing at the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;And don't know which path to choose&lt;br /&gt;Let me come along&lt;br /&gt;'cause even if you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won't let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Take me in, into your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never desert you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when...&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls on you, baby&lt;br /&gt;You're feeling all alone&lt;br /&gt;You won't be on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won't let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Take me in, into your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never desert you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won't let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won't let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Today,Tomorrow, ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;I will not let You fall dawn...&lt;br /&gt;No matter what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've told me that I'm persistent...&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and told YOU that I don't let go on my friends. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told YOU that You've never met anybody like me. . .&lt;br /&gt;I'm nobody and I'm nothing. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I stand to my convictions and my believes. . .&lt;br /&gt;And if YOU fall I'll go dawn with YOU to bring YOU up. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont quit on YOU. . .&lt;br /&gt;I will not leave until YOU say: GO.&lt;br /&gt;This is who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT me but WE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-604760028877479020?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/604760028877479020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=604760028877479020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/604760028877479020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/604760028877479020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wont-give-up-on-you.html' title='I wont give up on YOU.'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SujmKHYCCQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/o9cVDPGG1j0/s72-c/838502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-6839576841319971868</id><published>2009-10-22T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:08:55.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimento . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SuDz7VGN_UI/AAAAAAAAAKA/j6vHBLZPkQY/s1600-h/Digitalizar0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SuDz7VGN_UI/AAAAAAAAAKA/j6vHBLZPkQY/s400/Digitalizar0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395580554190912834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tenho sentido o peso das emoções como nunca. . .&lt;br /&gt;Tenho estado num sitio que acho desconhecer. . .&lt;br /&gt;Será o "acaso" real?&lt;br /&gt;Existirá algo "chamado destino"?&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui de grandes filosofias. . .&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto o peso dos dias e das emoções. . .&lt;br /&gt;Porque terá uma criança de sofrer,quando um Um suposto pai a ignora?&lt;br /&gt;De certeza que não pediu para estar cá. . .&lt;br /&gt;E não teve a possibilidade de escolher a familia, ou o pai neste caso. . .&lt;br /&gt;Revolta-me a injustiça. . .&lt;br /&gt;Da mesma forma que a cobardia. . .&lt;br /&gt;O acto de tocar de uma mulher, de outra forma que não seja uma forma carinhosa, é pura&lt;br /&gt;COBARDIA!&lt;br /&gt;Que tipo de homem "tem a coragem" de bater numa mulher?&lt;br /&gt;Discussões toda a gente tem. . .&lt;br /&gt;Mas agressão?Violencia?&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa em causa é "simplesmente" um orgulho de mulher para qualquer homem. . .&lt;br /&gt;É mãe dedicada e responsavel. . .&lt;br /&gt;É inteligente e trabalhadora. . .&lt;br /&gt;É meiga e doce. . .&lt;br /&gt;É linda e sensual. . .&lt;br /&gt;É Mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Sofre e sofreu na pele o que nenhuma mulher jamais deveria sentir. . .&lt;br /&gt;Adoraria poder ajuda-la mais. . .&lt;br /&gt;Mas as minhas limitações não têm fim. . .&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o meu sorriso é infindavel por ela. . .&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se alguma vez lhe mostrarei estas linhas. . .&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro que seja apenas o sorriso do olhar que veja. . .&lt;br /&gt;Quando o olhar ás vezes cruzamos. . .&lt;br /&gt;E não a amargura da impotencia de não poder valer a quem precisa. . .&lt;br /&gt;Que de forma triste aqui escrevo. . .&lt;br /&gt;Volto a sentir o peso das emoções. . .&lt;br /&gt;E com elas uma dor de alma e coração. . .&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansado tambem. . .&lt;br /&gt;Farto de injustiças, de ver passar o tempo e as pessoas. . .&lt;br /&gt;E no meio de tanto sentimento, sinto um vazio . . .&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar fechar os olhos e dormir. . .&lt;br /&gt;E quem sabe,se num sonho, poderei valer-Te. . .&lt;br /&gt;Beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem ,Hoje, Amanhã, Sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-6839576841319971868?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/6839576841319971868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=6839576841319971868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6839576841319971868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6839576841319971868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentimento.html' title='Sentimento . . .'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SuDz7VGN_UI/AAAAAAAAAKA/j6vHBLZPkQY/s72-c/Digitalizar0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-6891820710553727739</id><published>2009-10-18T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:13:17.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StugYk080nI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cQKlukNIg_w/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StugYk080nI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cQKlukNIg_w/s400/DSC00681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394081322769371762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta foi de vez...&lt;br /&gt;Há mais de 15 anos talvez...&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Uma imagem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um ano terrivel...&lt;br /&gt;Lesões e amarguras...&lt;br /&gt;Desencontros e encontros...&lt;br /&gt;Ideias e aberturas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma tatuagem...&lt;br /&gt;Uma marca de sangue...&lt;br /&gt;Uma passagem...&lt;br /&gt;Uma viagem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sentido os sentimentos mais fortes que nunca...&lt;br /&gt;Será o tal sentimento?&lt;br /&gt;Será cansaço de uma luta desigual?&lt;br /&gt;Ou serei apenas fraco no desvanecer do dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto porque tem de ser assim...?&lt;br /&gt;Revolta-me a injustiça e a falta de compaixão...&lt;br /&gt;Será possivel haver seres tão egoistas?&lt;br /&gt;Serão as pessoas tão insenciveis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca desejei ter muito...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre desejei poder ajudar os amigos...&lt;br /&gt;E sinto que por vezes, um sorriso não basta...&lt;br /&gt;Um ombro para desabafar,parece não pagar dividas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me fraco...&lt;br /&gt;Incapaz de valer a quem precisa...&lt;br /&gt;Volta um sentimento antigo e conhecido...&lt;br /&gt;REVOLTA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-6891820710553727739?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/6891820710553727739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=6891820710553727739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6891820710553727739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6891820710553727739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2009/10/marcas.html' title='Marcas...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StugYk080nI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cQKlukNIg_w/s72-c/DSC00681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-4634952070816282288</id><published>2009-09-20T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:12:16.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um desabafo. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/Sra2r9ZFMTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yB-7gDu19xA/s1600-h/gajo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/Sra2r9ZFMTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yB-7gDu19xA/s400/gajo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383691270898397490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A vida não é justa...todos o sabemos... tentamos viver e sobreviver...por vezes perguntamos porque o tempo não anda para trás!? porque será que determinadas pessoas entram na nossa vida em determinadas ocasiões,quando menos esperamos!?&lt;br /&gt;Será destino!?mera casualidade!?&lt;br /&gt;mas o destino não somos nós que o fazemos!?&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fui uma pessoa inconformada, e por vezes até demasiado inquieta...&lt;br /&gt;mas há coisas....&lt;br /&gt;porque será que sempre que pensamos que as coisas vão estar mais ou menos tranquilas ou calmas, ou mesmo num marasmo, aparece alguem, que nos pões tudo de pantanas!?e pensamos, que raios...porque não apareces-Te antes!?&lt;br /&gt;serei assim tão inconformado!?insatisfeito?!&lt;br /&gt;tenho dado mta cabeçada, e magoei algumas pessoas, e algumas pessoas já me magoaram...será isto o chamado "estar vivo"!?&lt;br /&gt;Esta merda tem alturas que parece um filme do Tarantino...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que há um filme ou uma série, que tem por titulo" a minha vida dava um filme", e começo a pensar o mesmo...visto tudo o que me tem acontecido...&lt;br /&gt;acho que já para mais de um filme ou serie...&lt;br /&gt;é tipo um saga de acontecimentos, encontros e desencontros. . .&lt;br /&gt;Isto do "Facebook"...é capaz de ser a 3 ou 4 vez que aqui venho...&lt;br /&gt;E sem saber bem porque dou por mim a escrever aqui...&lt;br /&gt;O meu blog( para os que o conhecem) acho que já não vou lá á uns tempos...&lt;br /&gt;mas esta tirada, tinha lá lugar...&lt;br /&gt;duvido que alguém tenha paciencia de ler isto...&lt;br /&gt;já parece uma ladainha, e eu nunca fui muito destas merdas...&lt;br /&gt;mas o tal do destino, ou outra cena chamada "paixão", ou até atração, já nem sei o que lhe chamar. . .&lt;br /&gt;será que poderá ter uma explicação logica!? ou mesmo sem logica!?&lt;br /&gt;mas desde quando eu ligo á logica!?&lt;br /&gt;acho que tou a ficar com o tico e o teco aos pulos. . .&lt;br /&gt;Alcool pouko ou nada bebo...logo bebado não estou...&lt;br /&gt;ganzas, não lhes toco há muitas luas. . .logo ganzado não estou...&lt;br /&gt;então não sei...logo estou parvo.&lt;br /&gt;a verdade, é que estou inquieto...e isso deixa-me algo desconfortavel...&lt;br /&gt;enfim...não digo mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(conclusão: o site onde ia deixar isto(facebook) não o deixava pois tinha excesso de letras...lá teve de vir parar aqui...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-4634952070816282288?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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São as tilhas. . .as sapatilhas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/ShiKr8Rg_dI/AAAAAAAAAJE/27CaVsEBlhY/s1600-h/AJ6_black_red_front_350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/ShiKr8Rg_dI/AAAAAAAAAJE/27CaVsEBlhY/s400/AJ6_black_red_front_350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339169845766323666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/ShiKkDn92yI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NK247pKsROE/s1600-h/AJ6_black_red_bot_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/ShiKkDn92yI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NK247pKsROE/s400/AJ6_black_red_bot_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339169710300584738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/ShiKbMjxsyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/60GZ8sjR0M8/s1600-h/AJ6_black_red_side_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/ShiKbMjxsyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/60GZ8sjR0M8/s400/AJ6_black_red_side_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339169558080107298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São as sapatilhas...&lt;br /&gt;Perdição, tentação, uma compulsão...&lt;br /&gt;Elegantes, sinuosas, sublimes, sensuais...&lt;br /&gt;Compro e coleciono...&lt;br /&gt;Ciumentas, invejosas...&lt;br /&gt;"Calma meninas, saiu com todas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas são as ultimas da colecção...&lt;br /&gt;Nike air jordan VI re-make...&lt;br /&gt;Saidas em Agosto de 2000...&lt;br /&gt;Foram a sexta edição da serie air Jordan...&lt;br /&gt;E o corulario da conquista do seu 1º titulo da NBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tinha umas em branco e azul...&lt;br /&gt;Mas estas...estas...são um icone de sensualidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim... adoro-as!&lt;br /&gt;Sapatilhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/ShiKbMjxsyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/60GZ8sjR0M8/s1600-h/AJ6_black_red_side_300.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-5917052151905579466?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/5917052151905579466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=5917052151905579466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/5917052151905579466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/5917052151905579466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2009/05/nike-air-jordan-vidivinais-sao-as.html' title='Nike Air Jordan VI...DIVINAIS! São as tilhas. . .as sapatilhas.'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/ShiKr8Rg_dI/AAAAAAAAAJE/27CaVsEBlhY/s72-c/AJ6_black_red_front_350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-2497078578177313594</id><published>2009-05-12T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:58:52.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos meus manos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SgoLo1d38jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SGgm2nB3ums/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SgoLo1d38jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SGgm2nB3ums/s400/37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335089504748827186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Riders on the storm&lt;br /&gt;Riders on the storm&lt;br /&gt;Into this house we're born&lt;br /&gt;Into this world we're thrown&lt;br /&gt;Like a dog without a bone&lt;br /&gt;An actor out alone&lt;br /&gt;Riders on the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a killer on the road&lt;br /&gt;His brain is squirmin' like a toad&lt;br /&gt;Take a long holiday&lt;br /&gt;Let your children play&lt;br /&gt;If ya give this man a ride&lt;br /&gt;Sweet memory will die&lt;br /&gt;Killer on the road, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl ya gotta love your man&lt;br /&gt;Girl ya gotta love your man&lt;br /&gt;Take him by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Make him understand&lt;br /&gt;The world on you depends&lt;br /&gt;Our life will never end&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love your man, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riders on the storm&lt;br /&gt;Riders on the storm&lt;br /&gt;Into this house we're born&lt;br /&gt;Into this world we're thrown&lt;br /&gt;Like a dog without a bone&lt;br /&gt;An actor out alone&lt;br /&gt;Riders on the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riders on the storm&lt;br /&gt;Riders on the storm&lt;br /&gt;Riders on the storm&lt;br /&gt;Riders on the storm&lt;br /&gt;Riders on the storm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musica by The Doors,album L.A.Woman,á muito tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus amigos...&lt;br /&gt;meus manos...&lt;br /&gt;meus parceiros...&lt;br /&gt;meus companheiros...&lt;br /&gt;malta dos Olivais Sul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-2497078578177313594?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/2497078578177313594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=2497078578177313594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/2497078578177313594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/2497078578177313594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2009/05/aos-meus-manos.html' title='Aos meus manos...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SgoLo1d38jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SGgm2nB3ums/s72-c/37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-2876510335186528939</id><published>2009-05-12T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:38:41.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A força do mar contra a barra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SgoHo4N-5wI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6Xt3cWAz44k/s1600-h/835546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SgoHo4N-5wI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6Xt3cWAz44k/s400/835546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335085107440969474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"You know that it would be untrue&lt;br /&gt;You know that I would be a liar&lt;br /&gt;If I was to say to you&lt;br /&gt;Girl, we couldn't get much higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, light my fire&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, light my fire&lt;br /&gt;Try to set the night on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time to hesitate is through&lt;br /&gt;No time to wallow in the mire&lt;br /&gt;Try now we can only lose&lt;br /&gt;And our love become a funeral pyre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, light my fire&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, light my fire&lt;br /&gt;Try to set the night on fire, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time to hesitate is through&lt;br /&gt;No time to wallow in the mire&lt;br /&gt;Try now we can only lose&lt;br /&gt;And our love become a funeral pyre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, light my fire&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, light my fire&lt;br /&gt;Try to set the night on fire, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that it would be untrue&lt;br /&gt;You know that I would be a liar&lt;br /&gt;If I was to say to you&lt;br /&gt;Girl, we couldn't get much higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, light my fire&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, light my fire&lt;br /&gt;Try to set the night on fire&lt;br /&gt;Try to set the night on fire&lt;br /&gt;Try to set the night on fire&lt;br /&gt;Try to set the night on fire..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musica by The Doors,album The Doors,de á muitos anos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-2876510335186528939?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/2876510335186528939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=2876510335186528939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/2876510335186528939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/2876510335186528939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2009/05/forca-do-mar-contra-barra.html' title='A força do mar contra a barra...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SgoHo4N-5wI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6Xt3cWAz44k/s72-c/835546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-6827416042544140400</id><published>2009-05-12T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:15:07.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SgoCdSgocuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/rxPxoHhXU4k/s1600-h/1275322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SgoCdSgocuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/rxPxoHhXU4k/s400/1275322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335079410781942498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day&lt;br /&gt;You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way&lt;br /&gt;Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone or something to show you the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/pink+floyd/time_20108616.html#"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:15;color:#b00000;"   &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid blue; color: blue ! important;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:15;color:#0000e0;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the rain&lt;br /&gt;You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today&lt;br /&gt;And then one day you find ten years have got behind you&lt;br /&gt;No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking&lt;br /&gt;And racing around to come up behind you again&lt;br /&gt;The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older&lt;br /&gt;Shorter of breath and one day closer to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time&lt;br /&gt;Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way&lt;br /&gt;The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, home again&lt;br /&gt;I like to be here when I can&lt;br /&gt;And when I come home cold and tired&lt;br /&gt;Its good to warm my bones beside the fire&lt;br /&gt;Far away across the field&lt;br /&gt;The tolling of the iron bell&lt;br /&gt;Calls the faithful to their knees&lt;br /&gt;To hear the softly spoken magic spells..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musica dos Pink Floyd,album The dark side of the moon,muitos anos atras...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-6827416042544140400?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/6827416042544140400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=6827416042544140400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6827416042544140400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6827416042544140400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2009/05/time.html' title='Time...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SgoCdSgocuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/rxPxoHhXU4k/s72-c/1275322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-193582170824646803</id><published>2009-05-12T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:08:02.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SgoAjLkBfbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/39qZdPHKmHs/s1600-h/1235476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SgoAjLkBfbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/39qZdPHKmHs/s400/1235476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335077312973077938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Move yourself&lt;br /&gt;You always live your life&lt;br /&gt;Never thinking of the future&lt;br /&gt;Prove yourself&lt;br /&gt;You are the move you make&lt;br /&gt;Take your chances win or loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yourself&lt;br /&gt;You are the steps you take&lt;br /&gt;You and you - and that's the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake - shake yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're every move you make&lt;br /&gt;So the story goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;Much better than - a&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say - you don't want to chance it&lt;br /&gt;Youve been hurt so before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/y/yes/owner+of+a+lonely+heart_20148317.html#"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:15;color:#b00000;"   &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:15;color:#b00000;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watch it now&lt;br /&gt;The eagle in the sky&lt;br /&gt;How he dancin one and only&lt;br /&gt;You - lose yourself&lt;br /&gt;No not for pitys sake&lt;br /&gt;There's no real reason to be lonely&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself&lt;br /&gt;Give your free will a chance&lt;br /&gt;You've got to want to succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;Much better than - a&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my own decision&lt;br /&gt;They confused me so - owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;My love said never question your will at all&lt;br /&gt;In the end you've got to go&lt;br /&gt;Look before you leap - owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;And don't you hesitate at all - no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;Much better than - a&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later each conclusion&lt;br /&gt;Will decide the lonely heart - owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;It will excite it will delight&lt;br /&gt;It will give a better start - owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't deceive your free will at all&lt;br /&gt;Don't deceive your free will at all - owner of a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't deceive your free will at all..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musica dos Yes, album 90125,data muitos anos atrás...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-193582170824646803?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/193582170824646803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=193582170824646803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/193582170824646803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/193582170824646803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2009/05/alone.html' title='Alone...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SgoAjLkBfbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/39qZdPHKmHs/s72-c/1235476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-3187401344819752757</id><published>2009-02-11T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:31:02.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"O Lutador"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SZNeWDH1_aI/AAAAAAAAAIM/en10a-VW9XY/s1600-h/wrestler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SZNeWDH1_aI/AAAAAAAAAIM/en10a-VW9XY/s400/wrestler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301684919233543586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:helvetica, arial;"&gt;"Have you ever seen a one trick pony in the field so happy and free&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever seen a one trick pony then you've seen me&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a one legged dog makin' his way down the street&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever seen a one legged dog then you've seen me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then you've seen me) I come and stand at every door&lt;br /&gt;(Then you've seen me) I always leave with less than I had before&lt;br /&gt;(Then you've seen me) but I can make you smile when the blood it hits the floor&lt;br /&gt;Tell me friend can you ask for anything more&lt;br /&gt;Tell me friend can you ask for anything more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a scarecrow filled with nothing but dust and weeds&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever seen that scarecrow then you've seen me&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a one armed man punchin' at nothing but the breeze&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever seen a one armed man then you've seen me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then you've seen me) I come and stand at every door&lt;br /&gt;(Then you've seen me) I always leave with less than I had before&lt;br /&gt;(Then you've seen me) but I can make you smile when the blood it hits the floor&lt;br /&gt;Tell me friend can you ask for anything more&lt;br /&gt;Tell me friend can you ask for anything more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things that have comforted me I drive away (anything more)&lt;br /&gt;This place that is my home I cannot stay (anything more)&lt;br /&gt;My only faith is in the broken bones and bruises I display&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a one legged man tryin' to dance his way free&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever seen a one legged man then you've seen me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei a musica primeiro que o filme...&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Springsteen do seu ultimo album...&lt;br /&gt;Muito bom tambem...&lt;br /&gt;Vi o filme há dias...&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente desteta o Mickey Rourke...eu gosto.&lt;br /&gt;O filme é forte...&lt;br /&gt;Mensagem pesada e contundente, como o actor...&lt;br /&gt;Já com um globo de ouro ganho,e nomeado para 2 Oscares...&lt;br /&gt;Tem o meu voto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vim aqui depois de ter passado num outro blog...&lt;br /&gt;Não apenas por isso,mas ajudou...&lt;br /&gt;Já andava com isto no pensamento há algum tempo...(vir aqui)...&lt;br /&gt;Foi hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-3187401344819752757?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/3187401344819752757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=3187401344819752757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/3187401344819752757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/3187401344819752757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-lutador.html' title='&quot;O Lutador&quot;'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SZNeWDH1_aI/AAAAAAAAAIM/en10a-VW9XY/s72-c/wrestler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-3627133235369192510</id><published>2008-12-21T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:58:14.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir...e o outro lado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SU6fBYPnohI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bnV2bkQne7s/s1600-h/2108031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SU6fBYPnohI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bnV2bkQne7s/s400/2108031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282334258988818962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Feel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna contact the living.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand,&lt;br /&gt;This role I've been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and talk to god&lt;br /&gt;And he just laughs at my plans,&lt;br /&gt;My head speaks a language, I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel real love,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the home that I live in.&lt;br /&gt;'cause I got too much life,&lt;br /&gt;Running through my veins, going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna die,&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't keen on living either.&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm preparing to leave her.&lt;br /&gt;I scare myself to death,&lt;br /&gt;That's why I keep on running.&lt;br /&gt;Before I've arrived, I can see myself coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel real love,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the home that I live in.&lt;br /&gt;'cause I got too much life,&lt;br /&gt;Running through my veins, going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to feel, real love&lt;br /&gt;And a life ever after.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel real love,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the home that I live in,&lt;br /&gt;I got too much love,&lt;br /&gt;Running through my veins, going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel real love,&lt;br /&gt;In a life ever after&lt;br /&gt;There's a hole in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;You can see it in my face, it's a real big place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna contact the living,&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand,&lt;br /&gt;This role I've been given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é dos artistas que mais gosto...&lt;br /&gt;Mas algumas das suas musicas tem algo que me atrai...&lt;br /&gt;-Robbie Williams-&lt;br /&gt;Esta hoje senti algo quando a ouvi...&lt;br /&gt;A foto achei brutal...&lt;br /&gt;E aqui fica...&lt;br /&gt;Em vesperas de mais um Natal...&lt;br /&gt;e de mais um aniversário.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-3627133235369192510?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/3627133235369192510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=3627133235369192510&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/3627133235369192510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/3627133235369192510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2008/12/sentire-o-outro-lado.html' title='Sentir...e o outro lado...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SU6fBYPnohI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bnV2bkQne7s/s72-c/2108031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-2936409561429686870</id><published>2008-11-30T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:05:59.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Alguém me ouviu (mantém-te firme)” - Mariza &amp; Boss AC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/STMqJg25JOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ESBYsaV7Hoo/s1600-h/fotoooooooooooooooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/STMqJg25JOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ESBYsaV7Hoo/s400/fotoooooooooooooooooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274605931508344034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não me resta nada, sinto não ter forças para lutar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;É como morrer de sede no meio do mar e afogar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me isolado com tanta gente à minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Vocês não ouvem o grito da minha revolta&lt;br /&gt;Choro a rir, isto é mais forte do que pensei&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro sou um mendigo que aparenta ser um rei&lt;br /&gt;Não sei do que fujo, a esperança pouca me resta&lt;br /&gt;É triste ser tão novo e já achar que a vida não&lt;br /&gt;presta&lt;br /&gt;As pernas tremem, o tempo passa, sinto cansaço&lt;br /&gt;O vento sopra, ao espelho vejo o fracasso&lt;br /&gt;O dia amanhece, algo me diz para ter cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Vagueio sem destino nem sei se estou acordado&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso escasseia, hoje a tristeza é rainha&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se a alma existe mas sei que alguém feriu a&lt;br /&gt;minha&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes penso se algum dia serei feliz&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto oiço uma voz dentro de mim que me diz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorei&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei se alguém me ouviu&lt;br /&gt;E não sei se quem me viu&lt;br /&gt;Sabe a dor que em mim carrego e a angústia que se&lt;br /&gt;esconde&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busquei&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras o conforto&lt;br /&gt;Dancei no silêncio morto&lt;br /&gt;E o escuro revelou que em mim a Luz se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há dia que não pergunte a Deus porque nasci&lt;br /&gt;Eu não pedi, alguém me diga o que faço aqui&lt;br /&gt;Se dependesse de mim teria ficado onde estava&lt;br /&gt;Onde não pensava, não existia e não chorava&lt;br /&gt;Prisioneiro de mim próprio, o meu pior inimigo&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes penso que passo tempo demais comigo&lt;br /&gt;Olho para os lados, não vejo ninguém para me ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Um ombro para me apoiar, um sorriso para me animar&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu? Para onde vou? De onde vim?&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me diga porque me sinto assim&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que a culpa é minha mas não sei bem porquê&lt;br /&gt;Sinto lágrimas nos meus olhos mas ninguém as vê&lt;br /&gt;Estou farto de mim, farto daquilo que sou, farto&lt;br /&gt;daquilo que penso&lt;br /&gt;Mostrem-me a saída deste abismo imenso&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me se algum dia serei feliz&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto oiço uma voz dentro de mim que me diz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorei&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei se alguém me ouviu&lt;br /&gt;E não sei se quem me viu&lt;br /&gt;Sabe a dor que em mim carrego e a angústia que se&lt;br /&gt;esconde&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busquei&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras o conforto&lt;br /&gt;Dancei no silêncio morto&lt;br /&gt;E o escuro revelou que em mim a Luz se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escutei na rádio num acaso, esta música outro dia...&lt;br /&gt;foi paixão á primeira...&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma ligação entre Hip Hop e outras sonoridades...&lt;br /&gt;Já o Guto(Black company) e a Adelaide Ferreira, tem uma outra muito boa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letras fortes em palavras contundentes...&lt;br /&gt;Hip Hop Tuga sem precedentes...&lt;br /&gt;Disparando e atingindo...&lt;br /&gt;Erguendo e caíndo...&lt;br /&gt;Sem medos sem receios...&lt;br /&gt;Autenticos...Os Verdadeiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivais Sul forever.&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-2936409561429686870?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/2936409561429686870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=2936409561429686870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/2936409561429686870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/2936409561429686870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2008/11/algum-me-ouviu-mantm-te-firme-mariza.html' title='“Alguém me ouviu (mantém-te firme)” - Mariza &amp; Boss AC'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/STMqJg25JOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ESBYsaV7Hoo/s72-c/fotoooooooooooooooooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-6086488484147157443</id><published>2008-11-12T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:15:48.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha estação...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SRtuY-dB6CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XPxLXY2Eeh4/s1600-h/2006-09-26_200943_lisboa-metro-58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SRtuY-dB6CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XPxLXY2Eeh4/s400/2006-09-26_200943_lisboa-metro-58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267925564500600866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não foi aqui que ele cantou,mas era nesta que eu entrava e saía...&lt;br /&gt;Falo do Jorge Palma, e de ele ter estado a tocar no metro...&lt;br /&gt;Tal como tinha feito há muitos anos em Paris...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena de não ter podido ver e escutá-lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta era a "minha" estação...&lt;br /&gt;Olivais.&lt;br /&gt;Vezes sem conta desci e subi...&lt;br /&gt;Entrei e sai...&lt;br /&gt;Apressado ou vagaroso, no lento correr dos dias...&lt;br /&gt;Nas noites que cedo nasciam no morrer do sol...&lt;br /&gt;Com uma sombra por companhia...&lt;br /&gt;E rostos vazios de gente apressada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Ainda não sei como vou fazer&lt;br /&gt;        Para não esquecer o que sinto agora&lt;br /&gt;        Amanhã quando acordar&lt;br /&gt;        Vou estar totalmente fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Melhor talvez fosse nem dormir&lt;br /&gt;        Candidatar-me a uma linha recta&lt;br /&gt;        Atar um lenço aos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;        Fazer de mim uma seta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sonhei que estava a caminho&lt;br /&gt;        A caminho de casa&lt;br /&gt;        Sonhei que estava a caminho&lt;br /&gt;        A caminho de casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ainda não sei como vou fazer&lt;br /&gt;        Para alimentar este fogo terno&lt;br /&gt;        Vou transpor o rio do ouro&lt;br /&gt;        Vou exilar-me no inferno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Neste momento há gente a acordar&lt;br /&gt;        Para mais um dia a riscar do mapa&lt;br /&gt;        Vou dar um chuto no espelho&lt;br /&gt;        Dar cabo da minha capa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sonhei que estava a caminho&lt;br /&gt;        A caminho de casa&lt;br /&gt;        Sonhei que estava a caminho&lt;br /&gt;        A caminho de casa&lt;br /&gt;        Sonhei que estava a caminho&lt;br /&gt;        A caminho de casa&lt;br /&gt;        Sonhei que estava a caminho&lt;br /&gt;        A caminho de casa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J.Palma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;um poeta solitário...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;um músico...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   um viajante...&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-6086488484147157443?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/6086488484147157443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=6086488484147157443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6086488484147157443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6086488484147157443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2008/11/minha-estao.html' title='A minha estação...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SRtuY-dB6CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XPxLXY2Eeh4/s72-c/2006-09-26_200943_lisboa-metro-58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-112044235149081947</id><published>2008-11-12T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:57:25.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" So what..." sim...e dai?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SRttGG-qxQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bHoJ6a60eH4/s1600-h/2323717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SRttGG-qxQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bHoJ6a60eH4/s400/2323717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267924140860032258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i just lost my husband&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where he went&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna drink my money&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna pay his rent (Nope)&lt;br /&gt;I got a brand new attitude&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna wear it tonight&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get in trouble&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start a fight&lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;And guess what&lt;br /&gt;I'm having more fun&lt;br /&gt;And now that we're done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna show you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright, I'm just fine&lt;br /&gt;And you're a tool&lt;br /&gt;So so what?&lt;br /&gt;I am a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;And i don't want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, check my flow, uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter just took my table&lt;br /&gt;And gave to Jessica Simp - Shit!&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go sit with drum boy&lt;br /&gt;At least he'll know how to hit&lt;br /&gt;What if this song's on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Then somebody's gonna die&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get in trouble&lt;br /&gt;My ex will start a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna start a fight&lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;We're all gonna get in a fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;And guess what&lt;br /&gt;I'm having more fun&lt;br /&gt;And now that we're done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna show you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright, I'm just fine&lt;br /&gt;And you're a tool&lt;br /&gt;So so what?&lt;br /&gt;I am a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;And i don't want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weren't there&lt;br /&gt;You never were&lt;br /&gt;You want it all&lt;br /&gt;But that's not fair&lt;br /&gt;I gave you love&lt;br /&gt;I gave my all&lt;br /&gt;You weren't there&lt;br /&gt;You let me fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;And guess what&lt;br /&gt;I'm having more fun&lt;br /&gt;And now that we're done (we're done)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna show you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright(I'm alright),I'm just fine (I'm just fine)&lt;br /&gt;And you're a tool&lt;br /&gt;So so what?&lt;br /&gt;I am a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;And i don't want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No No, No No&lt;br /&gt;I Don't want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;You weren't there&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna show you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright, I'm just fine&lt;br /&gt;And you're a tool&lt;br /&gt;So so what?&lt;br /&gt;I am a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;And i don't want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba da da da da da "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exemplo de força de vontade e querer: PINK.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-112044235149081947?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/112044235149081947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=112044235149081947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/112044235149081947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/112044235149081947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-what-sime-dai.html' title='&quot; So what...&quot; sim...e dai?...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SRttGG-qxQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bHoJ6a60eH4/s72-c/2323717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-546554083003235882</id><published>2008-07-04T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:25:19.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma música fantástica. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SG6xRthMxBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/q-RRjad3Qus/s1600-h/2064439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SG6xRthMxBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/q-RRjad3Qus/s400/2064439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219303936003720210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Preferias que cantasse noutro tom&lt;br /&gt;Que te pintasse o mundo de outra cor&lt;br /&gt;Que te pusesse aos pés um mundo bom&lt;br /&gt;Que te jurasse amor, o eterno amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querias que roubasse ao sete estrelo&lt;br /&gt;A luz que te iluminasse o olhar&lt;br /&gt;Embalar-te nas ondas com desvelo&lt;br /&gt;Levar-te até à lua para dançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a lua está longe e mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Dançar podemos sempre, se quiseres&lt;br /&gt;Ou então, se preferires, fica aí&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém há-de saber o que disseres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez até pudesse dar-te mais&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo o que tu possas desejar&lt;br /&gt;Não te debruces tanto que ainda cais&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se me estás a acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a lua está longe e mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Dançar podemos sempre, se quiseres&lt;br /&gt;Ou então, se preferires, fica aí&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém há-de saber o que disseres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podia, se quisesses, explicar-te&lt;br /&gt;Sem pressa, tranquila, devagar&lt;br /&gt;E pondo, claro está, modéstia à parte&lt;br /&gt;Uma ou duas coisas, se calhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a lua está longe e mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Dançar podemos sempre, se quiseres&lt;br /&gt;Ou então, se preferires, fica aí&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém há-de saber o que disseres"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantiga de Amor - dos Rádio Macau&lt;br /&gt;na inconfundivel voz da Xana...&lt;br /&gt;Assim que a escutei fiquei viciado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toca-me. . .&lt;br /&gt;Transmite-me algo. . .&lt;br /&gt;É mais uma das tais musicas a que não fico indiferente. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-546554083003235882?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/546554083003235882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=546554083003235882&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/546554083003235882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/546554083003235882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2008/07/mais-uma-msica-fantstica.html' title='Mais uma música fantástica. . .'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQavw17AbhE/SG6xRthMxBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/q-RRjad3Qus/s72-c/2064439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-3476278702681578766</id><published>2008-03-16T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:39:25.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um reflexo. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/R928y6fD8PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8tY00sFixUA/s1600-h/08032008168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/R928y6fD8PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8tY00sFixUA/s400/08032008168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178502729424957682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foi tirada numa manhã ainda de Inverno. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-3476278702681578766?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/3476278702681578766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=3476278702681578766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/3476278702681578766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/3476278702681578766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2008/03/para-ti.html' title='Um reflexo. . .'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/R928y6fD8PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8tY00sFixUA/s72-c/08032008168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-6101681575150029181</id><published>2008-03-10T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:15:12.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sorriso distante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/R9XctqfD8OI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WUtiNQPIFjg/s1600-h/n68902286_30182643_472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/R9XctqfD8OI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WUtiNQPIFjg/s400/n68902286_30182643_472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176286023789048034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Chegaste até mim como uma faisca...&lt;br /&gt;E eu soprei para te manter viva...&lt;br /&gt;E a faisca tornou-se numa chama...&lt;br /&gt;E eu soprei novamente para a manter viva...&lt;br /&gt;E a chama torna-se num lume...&lt;br /&gt;E eu soprei novamente para o manter vivo...&lt;br /&gt;E o lume torna-se num fogo...&lt;br /&gt;E eu sopro novamente para o manter vivo...&lt;br /&gt;E o fogo torna-se num incendio..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É algo que li algures há muito tempo...&lt;br /&gt;mas não sei porque nunca esqueci...&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite veio-me à memoria...&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que onde se fecha uma janela,&lt;br /&gt;algures uma porta se abre...&lt;br /&gt;Será que o mesmo se passa com...&lt;br /&gt;Quem se cruza na nossa vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém souber faça-me um sinal...&lt;br /&gt;Ou mande uma sms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-6101681575150029181?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/6101681575150029181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=6101681575150029181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6101681575150029181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6101681575150029181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2008/03/um-sorriso-distante.html' title='Um sorriso distante...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/R9XctqfD8OI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WUtiNQPIFjg/s72-c/n68902286_30182643_472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-3270460505141921353</id><published>2008-02-20T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T05:13:48.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You were a sailboat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/R7wnZrg8gqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9ztoTL_QU-Y/s1600-h/sailboat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169049794445607586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/R7wnZrg8gqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9ztoTL_QU-Y/s400/sailboat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you were a cowboy I would trail you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were a piece of wood I'd nail you to the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were a sail boat I would sail you to the shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were a river I would swim you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were a house I would live in you all my days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're a preacher I'd begin to change my ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I believe in fate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the chances we create,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always seem to ring more true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You took a chance on loving me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a chance on loving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was in jail I know you'd spring me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was a telephone you'd ring me all day long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was in pain I know you'd sing me soothing songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I believe in fate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the chances we create,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always seem to ring more true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You took a chance on loving me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a chance on loving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was hungry you would feed me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was in darkness you would lead me to the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was a book I know you'd read me every night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were a cowboy I would trail you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were a piece of wood I'd nail you to the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were a sail boat I would sail you to the shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were a sail boat I would sail you to the shore..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta é apenas mais uma daquelas musicas…&lt;br /&gt;Que diz tudo…&lt;br /&gt;É simplesmente fantástica…&lt;br /&gt;E o vídeo também…&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que me toca é o sentimento…&lt;br /&gt;Que nela está…&lt;br /&gt;Que a mensagem transmite…&lt;br /&gt;A forma como é cantada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seguimento do post anterior…&lt;br /&gt;This is just another part of my secret life…&lt;br /&gt;Another piece to put together…&lt;br /&gt;Just another turn of the clock…&lt;br /&gt;I could only hope that one day…&lt;br /&gt;Any day…&lt;br /&gt;This could mean to somebody…&lt;br /&gt;Anybody…&lt;br /&gt;What it does to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-3270460505141921353?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/3270460505141921353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=3270460505141921353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/3270460505141921353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/3270460505141921353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-you-were-sailboat.html' title='If You were a sailboat...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/R7wnZrg8gqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9ztoTL_QU-Y/s72-c/sailboat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-8665534386276951595</id><published>2008-02-20T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T04:42:33.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my secret life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/R7wd2Lg8gpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/T6ZHRpx2Nso/s1600-h/1610675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169039288955601554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/R7wd2Lg8gpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/T6ZHRpx2Nso/s400/1610675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I saw you this morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were moving so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't seem to loosen my grip,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I miss you so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no one in sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we're still making love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my secret life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smile when I'm angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cheat and I lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do what I have to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know what is wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know what is right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'd die for the truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my secret life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold on, hold on, my brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister, hold on tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got my orders,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be marching through the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marching through the night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving 'cross the borders,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of my secret life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looked through the paper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes you want to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody cares if the people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live or die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the dealer wants you thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That it's either black or white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God it's not that simple,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my secret life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bite my lip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I buy what I'm told.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the latest hit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the wisdom of old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm always alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my heart is like ice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's crowded and cold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my secret life..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our worlds there are always secret lives…&lt;br /&gt;Some may chare it with somebody special…&lt;br /&gt;Others may just keep it closed within them…&lt;br /&gt;This music says a lot…&lt;br /&gt;These words are like doors to the soul…&lt;br /&gt;My life has come across many lives…&lt;br /&gt;Lives that have touched my inner life…&lt;br /&gt;Some left deep marks…&lt;br /&gt;Others just passed thru…&lt;br /&gt;But all have made me see beyond…&lt;br /&gt;What lies in our paths…&lt;br /&gt;This is my secret life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-8665534386276951595?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/8665534386276951595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=8665534386276951595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/8665534386276951595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/8665534386276951595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-my-secret-life.html' title='In my secret life...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/R7wd2Lg8gpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/T6ZHRpx2Nso/s72-c/1610675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-6798046131847509403</id><published>2007-10-28T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T17:49:55.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma música...mais um capitulo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RyUuFjdjPeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Qi2cK3k-pJY/s1600-h/1357459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126554423784586722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RyUuFjdjPeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Qi2cK3k-pJY/s400/1357459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jorge Palma - Encosta-te A Mim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jorge Palma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Encosta-te a mim, nós já vivemos cem mil anos&lt;br /&gt;encosta-te a mim, talvez eu esteja a exagerar&lt;br /&gt;encosta-te a mim, dá cabo dos teus desenganos&lt;br /&gt;não queiras ver quem eu não sou, deixa-me chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegado da guerra, fiz tudo p´ra sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;em nome da terra, no fundo p´ra te merecer&lt;br /&gt;recebe-me bem, não desencantes os meus passos&lt;br /&gt;faz de mim o teu herói, não quero adormecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu vi, estou a partilhar contigo&lt;br /&gt;o que não vivi, hei-de inventar contigo&lt;br /&gt;sei que não sei, às vezes entender o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;mas quero-te bem, encosta-te a mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encosta-te a mim, desatinamos tantas vezes&lt;br /&gt;vizinha de mim, deixa ser meu o teu quintal&lt;br /&gt;recebe esta pomba que não está armadilhada&lt;br /&gt;foi comprada, foi roubada, seja como for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu venho do nada porque arrasei o que não quis&lt;br /&gt;em nome da estrada onde só quero ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;enrosca-te a mim, vai desarmar a flor queimada&lt;br /&gt;vai beijar o homem-bomba, quero adormecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu vi, estou a partilhar contigo&lt;br /&gt;o que não vivi, um dia hei-de inventar contigo&lt;br /&gt;sei que não sei, às vezes entender o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;mas quero-te bem, encosta-te a mim."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tinha que fazer esta homenagem a esta música, e a este grande homem, que apesar das muitas adversidades, tem dado a volta por cima...contra muitos e por vezes todos na vida, tem dado a volta a quem o pos e quer por embaixo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;partilho esse sentimento, de revolta e luta, acredito e sempre acreditei nas pessoas e sempre o farei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a quem amo, por quem nutro sentimentos especiais, a essas pessoas deixo esta música...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;num pensamento sempre presente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;@)--;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-6798046131847509403?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/6798046131847509403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=6798046131847509403&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6798046131847509403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6798046131847509403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2007/10/mais-uma-msicamais-um-capitulo.html' title='Mais uma música...mais um capitulo...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RyUuFjdjPeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Qi2cK3k-pJY/s72-c/1357459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-1145081935348321840</id><published>2007-10-24T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T17:39:12.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Será...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/Rx_lhzdjPdI/AAAAAAAAADs/sC62Nvwz-nk/s1600-h/banco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125067269883510226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/Rx_lhzdjPdI/AAAAAAAAADs/sC62Nvwz-nk/s400/banco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Será que ainda me resta tempo contigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou já te levam balas de um qualquer inimigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que soube dar-te tudo o que querias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou deixei-me morrer lento, no lento morrer dos dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que fiz tudo que podia fazer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou fui mais um cobarde, não quis ver sofrer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que lá longe ainda o céu é azul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou já o negro cinzento confunde Norte com Sul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que a tua pele ainda é macia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou é a mão que me treme, sem ardor nem magia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;será que ainda te posso valer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou já a noite descobre a dor que encobre o prazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que é de febre este fogo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;este grito cruel que da lebre faz lobo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que amanhã ainda existe para ti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou ao ver-te nos olhos te beijei e morri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que lá fora os carros passam ainda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou as estrelas caíram e qualquer sorte é bem-vinda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que a cidade ainda está como dantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou cantam fantasmas e bailam gigantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que o sol se põe do lado do mar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou a luz que me agarra é sombra de luar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que as casas cantam e as pedras do chão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou calou-se a montanha, rendeu-se o vulcão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que sabes que hoje é Domingo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou os dias não passam, são anjos caindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que me consegues ouvir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou é tempo que pedes quando tentas sorrir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que sabes que te trago na voz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que o teu mundo é o meu mundo e foi feito por nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que te lembras da cor do olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando juntos a noite não quer acabar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que sentes esta mão que te agarra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que te prende com a força do mar contra a barra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que consegues ouvir-me dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que te amo tanto quanto noutro dia qualquer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que tu estarás sempre por mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há noite sem dia, nem dia sem fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que me queres, e me amas também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me desejas agora como nunca ninguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não partas então, não me deixes sozinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou beijar o teu chão e chorar o caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será! "&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/14022327-1145081935348321840?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/1145081935348321840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=1145081935348321840&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/1145081935348321840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/1145081935348321840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2007/10/ser.html' title='Será...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/Rx_lhzdjPdI/AAAAAAAAADs/sC62Nvwz-nk/s72-c/banco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-7816792387613711788</id><published>2007-10-24T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T17:19:47.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdido na noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/Rx_gtTdjPcI/AAAAAAAAADk/turqWyPcWNQ/s1600-h/despedida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125061969893866946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 507px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="284" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/Rx_gtTdjPcI/AAAAAAAAADk/turqWyPcWNQ/s400/despedida.jpg" width="437" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontrei esta foto na net e foi amor à primeira vista...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O autor chamou-lhe "despedida"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdade é que me traz à memoria muitas coisas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este espaço é unico...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Parque das Nações, e esta zona mais afastada do Vasco da Gama, são para mim muitos especiais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitas horas aqui passei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhando o rio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E achado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre me senti muito bem aqui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conhecia tudo como a palma das minhas mãos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora distante, é um sentimento estranho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto que uma parte de mim está e estará para sempre lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não o sei explicar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei se o quero fazer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei se o consigo fazer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volto a relembrar o nome da foto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Despedida"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-7816792387613711788?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/7816792387613711788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=7816792387613711788&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/7816792387613711788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/7816792387613711788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2007/10/perdido-na-noite.html' title='Perdido na noite...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/Rx_gtTdjPcI/AAAAAAAAADk/turqWyPcWNQ/s72-c/despedida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-7832449830341822062</id><published>2007-10-18T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:49:43.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagens...Cap. final.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RxeOOrOT8pI/AAAAAAAAADE/H10U5UM4gcY/s1600-h/DSC00782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122719483929293458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RxeOOrOT8pI/AAAAAAAAADE/H10U5UM4gcY/s400/DSC00782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estive em Lisboa, mas fiquei com sensação de que lá passei apenas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiz planos e desejos antes de ir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imaginei situações...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhei com rostos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem com metade de quem queria falar eu falei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com quem falei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem vi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento de... uma certa tristeza e desilusão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei eu a estar assim errado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei eu novamente a deixar-me levar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terei ido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou não terei chegado?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RxeKVrOT8lI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZiGxASQcXyw/s400/DSC01142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma das minhas bikes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com as ultimas actualizações...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até ficou porreira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banshee Chaparral com a brutal Marzocchi Monster T...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-7218916327548118684?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/7218916327548118684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-5837507438664008520</id><published>2007-10-18T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:17:58.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na estrada...'/><title type='text'>Viagens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RxeHErOT8hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/z8H1bR5X2Wk/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122711615549207058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RxeHErOT8hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/z8H1bR5X2Wk/s400/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É verdade que não passo por aqui há muito tempo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a falta de motivação...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A falta de inspiração...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jogam forte, e sou fraco neste jogo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixo-me ir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estas são apenas algumas das muitas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algumas até a mim me surpeenderam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-5837507438664008520?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/5837507438664008520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=5837507438664008520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/5837507438664008520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/5837507438664008520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2007/10/viagens.html' title='Viagens...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RxeHErOT8hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/z8H1bR5X2Wk/s72-c/DSC01059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-4999970591587456153</id><published>2007-05-28T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:08:13.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGOS... um até já em Agosto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/Rlr5bbWXMpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mILAjEFuCZs/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069638580152251026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/Rlr5bbWXMpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mILAjEFuCZs/s400/37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em Monsanto,Lx,num Domingo como outro qualquer...&lt;br /&gt;entre amigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/Rlr437WXMoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DSV6AuiDufI/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069637970266894978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/Rlr437WXMoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DSV6AuiDufI/s400/33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Praia na linha de cascais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um outro passeio de Domingo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E como estas, muitas mais foram tiradas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momentos de diversão, amizade, de liberdade total...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;são amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou a Lisboa, se tudo correr bem, no início de Agosto(1º fim de semana) e volto pouco depois...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não sei com quantos vou poder estar, mas sei que vou estar, e isso é que conta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;já não vou a Lx à perto de 2 anos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou seja, não vejo a minha mãe à cerca de 2 anos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não vejo os meus amigos à cerca de 2 anos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e não vejo pessoas que me são queridas hà muito mais tempo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não sei se as poderei ver nessa altura, mas muito gostaria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amizades que se foram fortalecendo com o tempo e a terrivel da distancia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sabes onde estamos e como estamos, mas não é a mesma coisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunca o será...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poderam dizer: " e os amigos da Madeira? os "novos" amigos que fizeste ai?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;há coisas que não se mudam ou alteram...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;estes, OS MEUS AMIGOS/AS, do continente( e já pareço outra pessoa a falar) têm comigo um relação especial, e quase com todos eles isso é um facto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;foram 30 anos, e neles muitas horas e encontros e desencontros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tenho muitas saudades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de tudo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada momento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada sorriso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada choro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada decisão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada incerteza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada precipitação...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada pensamento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada copo virado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada garrafa que ficou por abrir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada mensagem respondida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada mensagem apagada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada beijo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada não...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada olhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada momento passado no meu quarto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada momento passado longe de casa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada palavra escrita nos chats...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada email recebido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada manhã no trabalho de olhos meio abertos/fechados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tudo e todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem sei que muitas das pessoas que "menciono" nunca iram ler/ver este blog mas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como alguém disse algures: " One never knows..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até Agosto em Lisboa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijos e abraços a todos vós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-4999970591587456153?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/4999970591587456153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=4999970591587456153&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/4999970591587456153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/4999970591587456153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2007/05/amigos-um-at-j-em-agosto.html' title='AMIGOS... um até já em Agosto!'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/Rlr5bbWXMpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mILAjEFuCZs/s72-c/37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-4032172802349345954</id><published>2007-04-29T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T04:28:42.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tilhas?São Sapatilhas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RjSAfckuNgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TdJLHvOklbw/s1600-h/sapatilhas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058809559178425858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RjSAfckuNgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TdJLHvOklbw/s400/sapatilhas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Gosto de agarrá-las, senti-las minhas ou só fitá-las&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deleitar-me com a visão de cada um dos pares delas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admirar os pormenores, os traços, as texturas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imaginar-me com elas em grandes aventuras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inspirado pelos seus contornos e curvas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Formas e cores, das mais claras, às mais escuras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É uma fixação, funciono por compulsão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não resisto a desejá-las a todas, é uma obsessão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poligamia, curto médias, altas e baixas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada umas com suas razões para serem apreciadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quaisquer umas válidas, matemáticas, económicas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Técnicas, práticas ou unicamente estéticas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda que haja críticas opiniões de terceiros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E muitos conselhos, para que poupe dinheiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu procuro-as, persigo-as, caço-as e abuso das costuras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque não colecciono só, eu uso-as!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É uma fixação, uma obsessão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;funciono por compulsão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não resisto à tentação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É uma fixação, uma obsessão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;funciono por compulsão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não resisto à tentação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A letra pode ser banal, mas é real a paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem história, quando vi air force ones na televisão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na memória está gravada desde puto a primeira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vez e desde então, muito mudou até agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nessa altura, não podia ter aquilo que queria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje em dia, até misturo ‘tilhas com poesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexo com sapatilhas porque a minha fantasia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É que um par novo por dia dá saúde e alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imaginem só&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presto no pais das sapatilhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com um mega sorriso entre as orelhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nikes a puxarem-me d’um lado d’outro adidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umas gritam-me: as outras são umas encardidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meninas não quero cá de guerras chego p todas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia de cada vez mas venham ao par quero duas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma pa cada um dos meus pés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A felicidade não passa d’um mar de tilhas comigo ao convés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É uma fixação, uma obsessão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;funciono por compulsão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não resisto à tentação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É uma fixação, uma obsessão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;funciono por compulsão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não resisto à tentação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou um freak, rei de perversões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexo com sapatilhas em todas as posições&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com marcas sensuais nos pés, fetiche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando chabalo le coq sportif é q era fixe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quer dizer gosto delas em todas as cores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como um arcoiris a q por vezes ofereço flores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pisar mal aperto a pala entre o cordão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solto logo um (ahh) de satisfação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aixa meia bota, alta provocação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corpos sensacionais causam sensação são &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Detalhes de classe, que fazem entradas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lufadas de frescura, bolsas de ar nas solas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passeiam-se, todos se baixam, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fantasiam q tocam, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Partes intimas mas com palmilhas sonham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É uma fixação, uma obsessão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;funciono por compulsão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não resisto à tentação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É uma fixação, uma obsessão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;funciono por compulsão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não resisto à tentação..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que mais dizer, são saptilhas e adoro-as...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a letra diz tudo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grande som dos MDG...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;props ao Ace, Presto e Serial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-4032172802349345954?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/4032172802349345954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=4032172802349345954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/4032172802349345954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/4032172802349345954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2007/04/tilhasso-sapatilhas.html' title='Tilhas?São Sapatilhas...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RjSAfckuNgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TdJLHvOklbw/s72-c/sapatilhas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-7758751060580572601</id><published>2007-04-20T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T07:24:39.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhos que percorri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RijNGgAk0TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RDw97m8oKpo/s1600-h/parke+das+naÃ§oes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055516093278638386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RijNGgAk0TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RDw97m8oKpo/s400/parke+das+na%C3%A7oes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foram inumeras as passagens nesta ponte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;os momentos aqui vividos foram unicos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aqui por vezes me perdi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;por vezes me encontrei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as pessoas que aqui conheci...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as pessoas que aqui "perdi"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a falta de tempo moi-me a alma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o querer expressar o pesar, ou a simples saudade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o Pedro tem agora uma musica fantastica...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;parece que o vou voltar a escutar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;até ele me levou a locais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e conhecer pessoas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tambem a sua musica me fez perder no tempo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ao sabor do momento e de um copo de uma bebida qualquer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a nostalgia invade-me o espirito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o ocio nega-me a vontade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;portas?chaves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se está tudo aberto e nem portas temos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a nossa mente é fantastica...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as coisas que se atravessam diante dos nossos olhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;os neuronios nem reagem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;escrevo num vontade correr ou pedalar sem rumo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;como sempre disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Ir... não importa onde, mas vamos!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dedicado aos viajantes sem rumo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a quem por aqui passe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a quem se cruzou na minha vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a quem parte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a quem vai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aos que tem a coragem de ir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-7758751060580572601?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/7758751060580572601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=7758751060580572601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/7758751060580572601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/7758751060580572601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2007/04/caminhos-que-percorri.html' title='Caminhos que percorri...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RijNGgAk0TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RDw97m8oKpo/s72-c/parke+das+na%C3%A7oes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-6214619886628125476</id><published>2007-02-14T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T07:57:30.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noticias do fim do nada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RdMxSg1YuYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acp9hXlm1W0/s1600-h/por+do+sol.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031419402824235394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RdMxSg1YuYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acp9hXlm1W0/s400/por+do+sol.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Trancar o dedo numa porta dói.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bater com o queixo no chão dói.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Torcer o tornozelo dói.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um tapa, um soco, um pontapé, doem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dói bater a cabeça na quina da mesa, dói morder a língua, dói cólica, cárie epedra no rim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o que mais dói é a saudade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade de um irmão que mora longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade de uma cachoeira da infância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade de um filho que estuda fora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade do gosto de uma fruta que não se encontra mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade do pai que morreu, do amigo imaginário que nunca existiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade de uma cidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade da gente mesmo, que o tempo não perdoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doem essas saudades todas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a saudade mais dolorida é a saudade de quem se ama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade da pele, do cheiro, dos beijos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade da presença, eaté da ausência consentida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você podia ficar na sala e ela no quarto, sem se verem, mas sabiam-se lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você podia ir para o dentista e ela para a faculdade, mas sabiam-se onde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você podia ficar o dia sem vê-la, ela o dia sem vê-lo, mas sabiam-se amanhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contudo, quando o amor de um acaba, ou torna-se menor, ao outro sobra umasaudade que ninguém sabe como deter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade é basicamente não saber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não saber se ele continua sem fazer a barba por causa daquela alergia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não saber se ele foi na consulta com o dermatologista como prometeu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não saber se ela tem comido bem por causa daquela mania de estar sempre ocupada;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se ele tem assistido às aulas de inglês, se aprendeu a entrar na Internet eencontrar a página do Diário Oficial;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se ela aprendeu a estacionar entre dois carros;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se ele continua preferindo Malzebier;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se ele continua sorrindo com aqueles olhinhos apertados;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se ele continua cantando tão bem;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade é não saber mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não saber o que fazer com os dias que ficaram mais compridos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não saber como encontrar tarefas que lhe cessem o pensamento;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não saber como frear as lágrimas diante de uma música;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não saber como vencer a dor de um silêncio que nada preenche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade é não querer saber se ela está com outro, e ao mesmo tempo querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É não saber se ele está feliz, e ao mesmo tempo perguntar a todos os amigos porisso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É não querer saber se ele está mais magro, se ela está mais bela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade é nunca mais saber de quem se ama, e ainda assim doer;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade é isso que senti enquanto estive escrevendo e o que você,provavelmente, está sentindo agora depois que acabou de ler... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Miguel Falabella"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Texto publicado no Jornal "O Globo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-6214619886628125476?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/6214619886628125476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=6214619886628125476&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6214619886628125476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/6214619886628125476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2007/02/noticias-do-fim-do-nada.html' title='Noticias do fim do nada...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/RdMxSg1YuYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/acp9hXlm1W0/s72-c/por+do+sol.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-116040540022032237</id><published>2006-10-09T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T07:50:00.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pontes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/25471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/25471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-se que as pontes são um caminho para a outra margem...&lt;br /&gt;Diz-se que uma ponte une dois locais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas e o que está do outro lado?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vazio...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém...&lt;br /&gt;Uma cidade...&lt;br /&gt;Um deserto...&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;Um choro...&lt;br /&gt;Um grito de ajuda...&lt;br /&gt;Uns braços abertos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será um rumo sem rota...?&lt;br /&gt;Poderá ser uma fuga...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será um início...?&lt;br /&gt;Será um fim...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será uma escolha...?&lt;br /&gt;Será uma aventura...?&lt;br /&gt;Será tempo perdido...?&lt;br /&gt;Será uma vontade...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que acima de tudo, existe? está lá...?&lt;br /&gt;Será apenas uma miragem, fruto de uma imaginação sem rumo ou vontade própria...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pontes caem...pessoas morrem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São longas...esguias...largas...curtas...em bom/mau estado...&lt;br /&gt;Vazias...repletas...calmas...agitadas...&lt;br /&gt;Defeituosas...perfeitas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que nos atrai a elas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será uma louca vontade de nelas nos perdermos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serão as pontes como pessoas...?&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/14022327-116040540022032237?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/116040540022032237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=116040540022032237&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/116040540022032237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/116040540022032237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/10/pontes.html' title='Pontes....'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-115624284942830613</id><published>2006-08-22T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T03:34:09.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Num vazio distante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/774661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/774661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porque há pessoas que apesar de longe...&lt;br /&gt;distantes...&lt;br /&gt;afastadas...&lt;br /&gt;fora de contacto...&lt;br /&gt;apenas sem serem vistas...&lt;br /&gt;por estarem envoltas em trabalho...&lt;br /&gt;"presas" em compromissos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estão sempre no meu pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;no meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;nas minhas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;nas minhas lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;no meu ser...&lt;br /&gt;no meu existir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por elas sei que estou vivo...&lt;br /&gt;por elas sei que existo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-115624284942830613?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/115624284942830613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=115624284942830613&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/115624284942830613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/115624284942830613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/08/num-vazio-distante.html' title='Num vazio distante...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-115271035130139121</id><published>2006-07-12T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T06:19:11.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus...ou um outro até já...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/Floyd-5-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/Floyd-5-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O espirito têm andado distante...&lt;br /&gt;A vontade não se faz dificil e vai atrás...&lt;br /&gt;Mas algo aparece e abana o sistema nervoso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O anúncio da morte de Sid Barrett vêm apenas por um ponto final numa morte anunciada à muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde os rumores de que tinha desaparecido, a que teria morrido,sido raptado por extra-terrestres,etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venho apenas deixar uma nota, para alguém que sempre viveu num mundo aparte...&lt;br /&gt;E cuja musica (dele, e dos PINK FLOYD) cresci a aprender a escutar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shine on you crazy diamond"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a foto é do 4 elementos dos Floyd em conjunto com Barrett)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-115271035130139121?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/115271035130139121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=115271035130139121&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/115271035130139121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/115271035130139121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/07/adeusou-um-outro-at-j.html' title='Adeus...ou um outro até já...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-115021215507301315</id><published>2006-06-13T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T08:22:35.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No vazio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/683440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/683440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Será um papel em branco....&lt;br /&gt;Será um CD virgem...&lt;br /&gt;Será uma cama aberta...&lt;br /&gt;Será uma parede sem qualquer&lt;br /&gt;adorno...&lt;br /&gt;Será uma lua no firmamento...&lt;br /&gt;Será uma onda no oceano...&lt;br /&gt;Será uma mão aberta...&lt;br /&gt;Será uma grade de prisão perante um arranhacéus...&lt;br /&gt;Será uma lágrima no olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Será uma luz perante o sol...&lt;br /&gt;Será um grão de areia no deserto...&lt;br /&gt;Será um homem perante a vida...&lt;br /&gt;Será...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-115021215507301315?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/115021215507301315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=115021215507301315&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/115021215507301315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/115021215507301315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-vazio.html' title='No vazio...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114949978022064015</id><published>2006-06-05T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T02:29:40.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>concertos de verão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/rock%20rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/320/rock%20rio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não estive, não estou e não estarei nos concertos em Lisboa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vi pela caixinha maravilha grandes concertos...&lt;br /&gt;Guns ao contrário de muita gente não gostei muito...&lt;br /&gt;acho que o Axl perdeu muito e o grupo nunca será o mesmo sem o Slash...&lt;br /&gt;Grande concerto de Santana...&lt;br /&gt;Já o sound check foi um espectáculo, e o concerto em si foi mesmo do melhor de Santana...&lt;br /&gt;Quantas memórias ele reavivou...&lt;br /&gt;Roger Waters...&lt;br /&gt;Foi simplesmente (para mim) o melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Desde muito novo comecei a escutar Pink Floyd...&lt;br /&gt;Corria Lisboa de ponta a ponta à procura dos discos em vinil dos Pink...&lt;br /&gt;As idas à feira da ladra à procura de discos mais baratos...&lt;br /&gt;eram tempos muito bons e que este concerto reavivou...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem os outros elementos dos Pink, Roger Waters mostrou o carisma&lt;br /&gt;e a presença que tem em palco...&lt;br /&gt;Red hot estiveram a àltura do que são...&lt;br /&gt;Uma das maiores bandas da actualidade...&lt;br /&gt;ainda me lembro deles num filme de 1985(+/-)...&lt;br /&gt;"Trashin" ou como foi traduzido para Português " A grande descida"...&lt;br /&gt;Um filme sobre Skate, em que os Red Hot apareciam como uma banda punk&lt;br /&gt;a tocar num armazém cheio e malucos por skate...&lt;br /&gt;Então a Anastacia emocionou-se?!...&lt;br /&gt;tadinha da moça....enrolada numa bandeira "tuga" e com um top que dizia ser a condizer lá deu também um bom concerto...&lt;br /&gt;Há e o tal "Freakie" que parecia um profeta vindo do além ainda roubou um beijo á menina?!&lt;br /&gt;Ganda maluco....&lt;br /&gt;Sting foi como há imagem de Roger Waters, um andar para trás no tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Sting é daqueles musicos intemporais...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo dos "Police" acompanhou o dos Pink Floyd...&lt;br /&gt;Eram bandas que escutava e ao som das quais se passavam bons momentos...&lt;br /&gt;de todos os géneros...&lt;br /&gt;Tal como com R. Waters, o som de Sting esteve muito perto do som que os Police tinham...&lt;br /&gt;E que maravilha foi....&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a GNR...bem vindos a Timor...ESPERA!!!!! Esses são os outros...&lt;br /&gt;Este Grupo Novo Rock, do único Rui Reininho, esteve muito bem...&lt;br /&gt;continuam em grande, e este album de tributo, "Revistados" ,veio dar uma nova alma ao grupo....&lt;br /&gt;Eu também sou suspeito...sou fã há muito tempo...&lt;br /&gt;tinha colegas de escola que diziam como era possível eu gostar mais de GNR que de Xutos...&lt;br /&gt;Eu respondia: Sou assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao Superbock Super Rock: grande line up...&lt;br /&gt;acredito que vai estar muito bom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114949978022064015?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114949978022064015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114949978022064015&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114949978022064015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114949978022064015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/06/concertos-de-vero.html' title='concertos de verão...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114925227616125802</id><published>2006-06-02T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T05:44:36.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRASH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/untitled.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/untitled.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até parece onda escrever sobre filmes...&lt;br /&gt;não passa de pura coincidência.&lt;br /&gt;Vi (só) ontem à noite este filme...&lt;br /&gt;Já tinha lido algumas coisas sobre, escutado "n" comentários,&lt;br /&gt;e a história dos Oscares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUITO BOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo muito bom...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho visto muitos filmes, e não tenho qualquer duvida acerca do&lt;br /&gt;local onde vou posicionar este: no top 10 da minha lista de filmes de eleição...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de um excelente argumento, é acima de uma grande lição de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou dizer mais nada sobre o filme...&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a quem já viu, que deixe a sua impressão...&lt;br /&gt;A quem não viu, veja...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114925227616125802?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114925227616125802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114925227616125802&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114925227616125802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114925227616125802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/06/crash.html' title='CRASH...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114889574864781018</id><published>2006-05-29T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T02:42:28.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From dusk till dawn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/dusk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/dusk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Este é o filme que dá o nome a este espaço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou na RTP1 na quinta-feira,por voltas 01.40h(madrugada de sexta)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vi este filme pela 1ª vez há uns anos, fiquei desde logo fã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já vi e revi várias vezes...&lt;br /&gt;Sou fã incondicional de Tarantino, e neste caso de Robert Rodriguez...&lt;br /&gt;O elenco é muito bom...Clooney num papel do caraças...Tarantino num papel de suporte como é habito dele(quando entra)...H.Keitel para dar ainda mais um toque de classe, e a jovem J.Lewis bonita e "inocente"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois toda a história do filme é unica, no género Tarantino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto mesmo muito deste filme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena é as duas sequelas que fizeram serem tão más...&lt;br /&gt;especialmente a 3ª...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi muito bom ver passar este género de filme na televisão...&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto: para quando passarem o filme " Cães danados - Reservoir dogs"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114889574864781018?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114889574864781018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114889574864781018&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114889574864781018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114889574864781018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-dusk-till-dawn.html' title='From dusk till dawn...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114779242702109946</id><published>2006-05-16T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T08:13:47.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School...and its "contents"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/jornal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/jornal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We don't need no education&lt;br /&gt;We don't need no thought control&lt;br /&gt;No dark sarcasm in the classroom&lt;br /&gt;Teachers leave them kids alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey teacher leave them kids alone&lt;br /&gt;All in all it's just another brick in the wall&lt;br /&gt;All in all you're just another brick in the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need no education&lt;br /&gt;We don't need no thought control&lt;br /&gt;No dark sarcasm in the classroom&lt;br /&gt;Teachers leave them kids alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey teacher leave us kids alone&lt;br /&gt;All in all you're just another brick in the wall&lt;br /&gt;All in all you're just another brick in the wall..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@@@ @@@ Bj...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114779242702109946?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114779242702109946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114779242702109946&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114779242702109946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114779242702109946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/05/schooland-its-contents.html' title='School...and its &quot;contents&quot;...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114743554367246197</id><published>2006-05-12T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T05:05:43.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want your love....mmmmmmmmmmhhhhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/untitled.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/untitled.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want your money honey&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your car baby&lt;br /&gt;I want your aahhh!&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your friends&lt;br /&gt;They don't need a mention&lt;br /&gt;I just want your love&lt;br /&gt;And all of your attention&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your money, I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your car, I want your aahhh!&lt;br /&gt;I want your your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your books on Marilyn or Bobby D&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your records, your pictures&lt;br /&gt;Or anything, I want your funky love&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your money, I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your stars, I want your aahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I don't want money honey&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I love,love,love,love the way you move&lt;br /&gt;And I love,love,love,love the way you groove&lt;br /&gt;I love your motivation&lt;br /&gt;And I love your desperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;You know that I don't want your money honey&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your money honey&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your money honey&lt;br /&gt;I want your loveI don't want your money honey&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love, I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love, I want your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your books on Marilyn or Bobby D&lt;br /&gt;Your pictures, your records, your friends or anything&lt;br /&gt;I want, oh I want, I wah wah wah ooh&lt;br /&gt;I want your love, I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love, I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love, that's what I want&lt;br /&gt;I want your love, that's what I want&lt;br /&gt;I want your love, give it to me&lt;br /&gt;I want your love, love, love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love...right now!...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transvision Vamp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem se lembra deles?!&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou um daqueles que tem este CD, vibrou com a musica, ficou "maluco" pela Wendi James...E que esteve em Cascais a ver o concerto...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que tinha na altura 16/17 anos (+/-), e foi um daqueles concertos de casa cheia no "dramatico de Cascais"...noite de bom tempo e já mtos copos...acabamos por ficar a noite toda em Cascais...acordar perto da baia,ter o mar logo pela manhã, e vir pa casa num comboio ainda meio grogues do alcool e do sono...&lt;br /&gt;those were the days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114743554367246197?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114743554367246197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114743554367246197&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114743554367246197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114743554367246197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-want-your-lovemmmmmmmmmmhhhhh.html' title='I want your love....mmmmmmmmmmhhhhh....'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114684242366902578</id><published>2006-05-05T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T08:20:23.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"NUMB"...ou uma estranha forma de sentir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/DSC00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/DSC00051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so faithless&lt;br /&gt;lost under the surface&lt;br /&gt;I Don't know what you're expecting of me&lt;br /&gt;Put under the pressure&lt;br /&gt;of walking in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow&lt;br /&gt;just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is&lt;br /&gt;another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've&lt;br /&gt;become so numb&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;become so tired&lt;br /&gt;so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this&lt;br /&gt;all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me&lt;br /&gt;and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you're smothering me&lt;br /&gt;Holding too tightly&lt;br /&gt;afraid to lose control&lt;br /&gt;´Cause everything that you thought I would be&lt;br /&gt;Has fallen apart right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow&lt;br /&gt;just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is&lt;br /&gt;another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow&lt;br /&gt;just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;And every second I waste&lt;br /&gt;is more than I can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;I may end up failing too&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;You were just like me&lt;br /&gt;with someone disappointed in you..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114684242366902578?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114684242366902578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114684242366902578&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114684242366902578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114684242366902578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/05/numbou-uma-estranha-forma-de-sentir.html' title='&quot;NUMB&quot;...ou uma estranha forma de sentir...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114606761120918149</id><published>2006-04-26T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:06:51.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquele Inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/613921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/613921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Há sempre um piano&lt;br /&gt;um piano selvagem&lt;br /&gt;que nos gela o coração&lt;br /&gt;e nos trás a imagem&lt;br /&gt;daquele inverno&lt;br /&gt;naquele inferno&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre a lembrança&lt;br /&gt;de um olhar a sangrar&lt;br /&gt;de um soldado perdido&lt;br /&gt;em terras do Ultramar&lt;br /&gt;por obrigação&lt;br /&gt;aquela missão&lt;br /&gt;Combater a selva sem saber porquê&lt;br /&gt;e sentir o inferno a matar alguém&lt;br /&gt;e quem regressou&lt;br /&gt;guarda sensação&lt;br /&gt;que lutou numa guerra sem razão...&lt;br /&gt;sem razão... sem razão...&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre a palavra&lt;br /&gt;a palavra "nação"&lt;br /&gt;os chefes trazem e usam&lt;br /&gt;pra esconder a razão&lt;br /&gt;da sua vontade&lt;br /&gt;aquela verdade&lt;br /&gt;E para eles aquele inverno&lt;br /&gt;será sempre o mesmo inferno&lt;br /&gt;que ninguém poderá esquecer&lt;br /&gt;ter que matar ou morrer&lt;br /&gt;ao sabor do vento&lt;br /&gt;naquele tormento&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei ao céu: será sempre assim?&lt;br /&gt;poderá o inverno nunca ter um fim?&lt;br /&gt;não sei responder&lt;br /&gt;só talvez lembrar&lt;br /&gt;o que alguém que voltou a veio contar... recordar...&lt;br /&gt;recordar...&lt;br /&gt;Aquele Inverno"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito desta musica...&lt;br /&gt;É com sentimento que a escuto, sempre me faz lembrar o meu Pai...&lt;br /&gt;Não que tivesse grande relação com ele...que não tinha.&lt;br /&gt;Também nunca fui mto ligado a festejos de dias feriados, mas nasci com o 25 de Abril...&lt;br /&gt;E nestes 32 anos muito se passou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta musica, ligo-a de alguma forma a estes dois factos...&lt;br /&gt;25 de Abril, por um lado...e ao meu Pai por outro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guerras...Distancias...Momentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero agradecer os vários "coments" que deixaram no anterior post...&lt;br /&gt;Foi de longe aquele que mais comentários teve até hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Não que faça disso algo especial, mas porque significa que há sempre alguém desse lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de eu saber que outras pessoas por lá passam e não deixam comentarios, fico feliz por cada palavra lá escrita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltem sempre...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114606761120918149?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114606761120918149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114606761120918149&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114606761120918149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114606761120918149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/04/aquele-inverno.html' title='Aquele Inverno'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114536257330891768</id><published>2006-04-18T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T05:16:13.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sorriso distante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/ff1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/ff1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos que são nossos...&lt;br /&gt;Há historias que são nossas...&lt;br /&gt;Há lugares só nossos...&lt;br /&gt;Há sentimentos só nossos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes, no olhar e no sorrir de alguém desconhecido,&lt;br /&gt;ou acabado de conhecer, desvendamos o nosso intimo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Segredos" só até então nossos...&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos num extase...&lt;br /&gt;A invasão de sentimentos é ainda maior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que nos rodeia ganha novo animo e uma nova imagem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À quem lhe chame ficar apaixonado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114536257330891768?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114536257330891768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114536257330891768&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114536257330891768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114536257330891768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/04/um-sorriso-distante.html' title='Um sorriso distante...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114496329234359936</id><published>2006-04-13T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T14:21:32.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os tais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/bombons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/bombons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes...&lt;br /&gt;Os tais...&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sabes.&lt;br /&gt;beijo doce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114496329234359936?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114496329234359936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114496329234359936&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114496329234359936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114496329234359936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/04/os-tais.html' title='Os tais...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114485784798719131</id><published>2006-04-12T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T09:04:08.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you stars....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/kencool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/kencool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some call it faith, some call it love.&lt;br /&gt;Some call it guidance from above.&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason we found ours,&lt;br /&gt;So thank you stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think it's far away,&lt;br /&gt;Some know it's with them everyday.&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason we found ours,&lt;br /&gt;So thank you stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no winds that can blow it away on the air,&lt;br /&gt;When they try to blow it away 's when you know it will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some it's the strength to be apart,&lt;br /&gt;To some it's a feeling in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;And when you're out there on your own, it's the way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no winds that can blow it away on the air,&lt;br /&gt;When they try to blow it away 's when you know it will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;Some call it faith, some call it love.&lt;br /&gt;Some call it guidance from above.&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason we found ours,&lt;br /&gt;So thank you stars.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you stars,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you stars,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you stars..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Katie Melua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you ( S) on a very special day...&lt;br /&gt;It was one year today in a very special place...&lt;br /&gt;Miss you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114485784798719131?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114485784798719131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114485784798719131&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114485784798719131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114485784798719131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/04/thank-you-stars.html' title='Thank you stars....'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114475716870259421</id><published>2006-04-11T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T05:06:12.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be a lover...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/orphen4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/orphen4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have I told you&lt;br /&gt;Lately that I love you&lt;br /&gt;If I din't, darlin',&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I reach out&lt;br /&gt;And hold you&lt;br /&gt;In these lovin' arms&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I didn't, oh baby.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized that you need love too,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna spend my life makin' love to you.&lt;br /&gt;Got to be a lover.&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to be a lover, babe. (Have mercy)&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to be a lover. (Have mercy)&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to be a lover.&lt;br /&gt;Make it on through to you somehow. (Have mercy, baby)&lt;br /&gt;Got to be a lover, babe. (Forgot to be a lover)&lt;br /&gt;Woo! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, did I ask you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, would you come and share,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, share,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the burden and the task&lt;br /&gt;That's at love's command&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I say&lt;br /&gt;All those lovin' special things&lt;br /&gt;That you long to hear&lt;br /&gt;To show how much I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I realize&lt;br /&gt;That you need love too,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna spend my life&lt;br /&gt;Makin' love to you&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to be a lover,&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well I worked all day&lt;br /&gt;Hard as I can&lt;br /&gt;Worked all night, didn't make me a man. (Forgot to be a lover)&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy, Oo,&lt;br /&gt;When I realized&lt;br /&gt;That you need love too,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna spend my life&lt;br /&gt;Makin' love to you. (Forgot to be a lover)&lt;br /&gt;Got to be a lover, babe.&lt;br /&gt;Oo, mercy. (Have mercy)&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy, baby. (Have mercy, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it on through&lt;br /&gt;To you somehow,&lt;br /&gt;So have mercy. (Have mercy, have mercy, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, lately that I love you&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't, oh baby,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but you know I really love you, baby.(Love you baby)&lt;br /&gt;I really love you baby (Love you baby)&lt;br /&gt;I really need you baby (Need you baby)&lt;br /&gt;I really want you baby (Want you baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized,&lt;br /&gt;That you need love too,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna spend my life&lt;br /&gt;Makin' love,&lt;br /&gt;Makin' love,&lt;br /&gt;Makin' love to you&lt;br /&gt;Well, I worked all day&lt;br /&gt;As hard as I can,&lt;br /&gt;Worked all night,&lt;br /&gt;It didn't make me a man, babe.&lt;br /&gt;(Forgot to be a lover) (Have mercy)&lt;br /&gt;Oo, have mercy baby (Have mercy)&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy baby (Have mercy)&lt;br /&gt;Oo, have mercy baby (Have mercy baby)&lt;br /&gt;Oo, make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I realized that you need love too,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna spend my life,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta spend my life makin' love to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, with special persons that came into&lt;br /&gt;our lives, making love could happen just by looking deep&lt;br /&gt;at each other eyes...I believe in that, I think you do too (S.)...&lt;br /&gt;And that`s what makes us so special...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114475716870259421?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114475716870259421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114475716870259421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114475716870259421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114475716870259421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-be-lover.html' title='To be a lover...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114355695125922386</id><published>2006-03-28T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T06:42:31.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"O mestre das marionetas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/AnimeCard-Kouga-LK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/AnimeCard-Kouga-LK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"End of passion play, crumbling away&lt;br /&gt;I'm your source of self-destruction&lt;br /&gt;Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear&lt;br /&gt;Leading on your deaths construction&lt;br /&gt;Taste me you will see&lt;br /&gt;more is all you need&lt;br /&gt;you're dedicated to&lt;br /&gt;how I'm killing you&lt;br /&gt;Come crawling faster&lt;br /&gt;obey your Master&lt;br /&gt;your life burns faster&lt;br /&gt;obey your Master&lt;br /&gt;Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings&lt;br /&gt;twisting your mind and smashing your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by me, you can't see a thing&lt;br /&gt;Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream&lt;br /&gt;Master&lt;br /&gt;Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream&lt;br /&gt;Master&lt;br /&gt;Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needlework the way, never you betray&lt;br /&gt;life of death becoming clearer&lt;br /&gt;Pain monopoly, ritual misery&lt;br /&gt;chop your breakfast on a mirror&lt;br /&gt;Taste me you will see&lt;br /&gt;more is all you need&lt;br /&gt;you're dedicated to&lt;br /&gt;how I'm killing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come crawling faster&lt;br /&gt;obey your Master&lt;br /&gt;your life burns faster&lt;br /&gt;obey your Master&lt;br /&gt;Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings&lt;br /&gt;twisting your mind and smashing your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by me, you can't see a thing&lt;br /&gt;Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream&lt;br /&gt;Master&lt;br /&gt;Master&lt;br /&gt;Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream&lt;br /&gt;Master&lt;br /&gt;Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master, Master, Where's the dreams that I've been after?&lt;br /&gt;Master, Master, You promised only lies&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, Laughter, All I hear and see is laughter&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, Laughter, laughing at my cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell is worth all that, natural habitat&lt;br /&gt;just a rhyme without a reason&lt;br /&gt;Neverending maze, drift on numbered days&lt;br /&gt;now your life is out of season&lt;br /&gt;I will occupy&lt;br /&gt;I will help you die&lt;br /&gt;I will run through you&lt;br /&gt;Now I rule you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come crawling faster&lt;br /&gt;obey your Master&lt;br /&gt;your life burns faster&lt;br /&gt;obey your Master&lt;br /&gt;Master&lt;br /&gt;Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings&lt;br /&gt;twisting your mind and smashing your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by me, you can't see a thing&lt;br /&gt;Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream&lt;br /&gt;Master&lt;br /&gt;Master&lt;br /&gt;Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream&lt;br /&gt;Master&lt;br /&gt;Master..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114355695125922386?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114355695125922386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114355695125922386&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114355695125922386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114355695125922386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/03/o-mestre-das-marionetas.html' title='&quot;O mestre das marionetas&quot;'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114355569969586833</id><published>2006-03-28T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T06:21:46.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loosing yourself, just leting go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/eminem_8_mile_bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/eminem_8_mile_bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look,&lt;br /&gt;if you had one shot, one opportunity&lt;br /&gt;To seize everything you ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;One moment&lt;br /&gt;Would you capture it or just let it slip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy&lt;br /&gt;There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready&lt;br /&gt;To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin&lt;br /&gt;What he wrote down,&lt;br /&gt;the whole crowd goes so loud&lt;br /&gt;He opens his mouth,&lt;br /&gt;but the words won't come out&lt;br /&gt;He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now&lt;br /&gt;The clocks run out, times up over, bloah!&lt;br /&gt;Snap back to reality,&lt;br /&gt;Oh there goes gravity&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there goes Rabbit,&lt;br /&gt;he choked His so mad, but he wont give up that Is he?&lt;br /&gt;No He wont have it, he knows his whole back citys ropes&lt;br /&gt;It dont matter, hes dope&lt;br /&gt;He knows that, but hes broke&lt;br /&gt;His so stacked that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home,&lt;br /&gt;thats when its Back to the lab again&lt;br /&gt;yo&lt;br /&gt;This whole rap shit He better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better lose yourself in the music,&lt;br /&gt;the moment You own it, you better never let it go&lt;br /&gt;You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow&lt;br /&gt;This opportunity comes once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;yo&lt;br /&gt;The souls escaping, through this hole that its gaping&lt;br /&gt;This world is mine for the taking Make me king,&lt;br /&gt;as we move toward a, new world order&lt;br /&gt;A normal life is borin,&lt;br /&gt;but superstardoms close to post mortar It only grows harder,&lt;br /&gt;only grows hotter&lt;br /&gt;He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows,&lt;br /&gt;his know as the globetrotter Lonely roads,&lt;br /&gt;God only knows His grown farther from home,&lt;br /&gt;his no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter&lt;br /&gt;But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water&lt;br /&gt;His bosses dont want him no mo, hes cold product&lt;br /&gt;They moved on to the next schmoe who flows&lt;br /&gt;He nose dove and sold nada&lt;br /&gt;So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose its old potna,&lt;br /&gt;but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da&lt;br /&gt;No more games, I´ma change what you call rage&lt;br /&gt;Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged&lt;br /&gt;I was playin in the beginnin,&lt;br /&gt;the mood all changed I been chewed up&lt;br /&gt;and spit out and booed off stage&lt;br /&gt;But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher&lt;br /&gt;Best believe somebodys payin the pied piper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pain inside amplified by the fact&lt;br /&gt;That I cant get by with my 9 to 5&lt;br /&gt;And I cant provide the right type of life for my family Cuz man,&lt;br /&gt;these goddam food stamps dont buy diapers&lt;br /&gt;And its no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer,&lt;br /&gt;this is my life&lt;br /&gt;And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to feed and water my seed,&lt;br /&gt;plus See dishonor caught up bein a father&lt;br /&gt;and a prima donna Baby mama drama screamin on&lt;br /&gt;and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot,&lt;br /&gt;another jam or not&lt;br /&gt;Has gotten me to the point,&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a snail&lt;br /&gt;I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail&lt;br /&gt;or shot Success is my only mothafuckin option, failures not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I love you,&lt;br /&gt;but this trail has got to go&lt;br /&gt;I cannot grow old in Salems lot&lt;br /&gt;So here I go is my shot.&lt;br /&gt;Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got&lt;br /&gt;You can do anything you set your mind to, man ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114355569969586833?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114355569969586833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114355569969586833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114355569969586833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114355569969586833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/03/loosing-yourself-just-leting-go.html' title='Loosing yourself, just leting go...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114260640240356653</id><published>2006-03-17T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T06:41:26.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On an Island....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember that night...&lt;br /&gt;White sails in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;They walked it too...&lt;br /&gt;Through empty playground, this ghost's town&lt;br /&gt;Children again on rusting swings getting higher&lt;br /&gt;Sharing a dream&lt;br /&gt;On an Island.... it felt right&lt;br /&gt;We lay side by side,&lt;br /&gt;Between the moon and the tide&lt;br /&gt;Mapping the stars for a while&lt;br /&gt;Let the night surround you&lt;br /&gt;We're half way to the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Ebb and flow&lt;br /&gt;Let it grow..... feel the warmth beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that night,&lt;br /&gt;The warmth and the laughter&lt;br /&gt;Candles burn...&lt;br /&gt;Though the church was deserted&lt;br /&gt;At dawn we went down through empty streets to the harbour&lt;br /&gt;Dreamers may leave ...but we're here everafter...&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da....&lt;br /&gt;Let the night surround you&lt;br /&gt;We're half way to the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Ebb and flow&lt;br /&gt;Let it grow..... feel the warmth beside you... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(para quem não conhece, esta musica é do novo album de David Gilmour...&lt;br /&gt;um dos membros dos miticos Pink Floyd...este novo album dele é mto na onda dos&lt;br /&gt;Pink...eu gostei mto!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114260640240356653?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114260640240356653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114260640240356653&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114260640240356653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114260640240356653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/03/on-island.html' title='On an Island....'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114243502894363771</id><published>2006-03-15T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T07:03:49.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A stop in time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/eva1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/eva1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que não tenho escrito nada...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que nada prometi...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que estive para desistir disto dos blogs...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que muitas pessoas amigas me disseram para não o fazer...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que perdi talvez a principal fonte que me inspirava...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que isso não me devia afectar tanto...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que sou um incoformado...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que não sou de desistir...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que sou apaixonado pela vida...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que os meus amigos me fazem muita falta...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que apesar de estar sem trabalho não deixo de sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que tenho a felicidade de estar vivo...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que algures (até por perto) há alguém pior que eu...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que adoro desportos extremos...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que não passo sem os meus enumeros pares de ténis...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que apenas eu arranjo as minhas "bikes"...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que adoro jogar snooker...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que sofro pelo meu SPORTING...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que me sinto só...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que não consigo estar sem os meus oculos de sol...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que me apaixonei várias vezes...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que fiz e faço loucuras por amor...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que já não apanho uma bebedeira há muito tempo...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que me perco por um bom filme...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que adoro por a aparelhagem bem alta...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que choro...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que adoro a pantera cor-de-rosa...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que adoro jogar as cartas...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que tenho um fascinio por tubarões...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que o meu carro de sonho é uma "pick-up dodge ram"...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas afinal o que é a verdade?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será o que nos faz sentir vivos?!&lt;br /&gt;Será o que nos faz sentir bem?!&lt;br /&gt;Será termos tudo e tudo querermos?!&lt;br /&gt;Será estarmos conscientes?!&lt;br /&gt;Será?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114243502894363771?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114243502894363771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114243502894363771&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114243502894363771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114243502894363771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/03/stop-in-time.html' title='A stop in time...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114225515264579184</id><published>2006-03-13T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T05:05:52.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn the page...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/untitled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/untitled.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha&lt;br /&gt;You can listen to the engines moanin' out it's one old song&lt;br /&gt;You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before&lt;br /&gt;But your thoughts will soon be wanderin' the way they always do&lt;br /&gt;When you're ridin' 16 hours and there's nothin' much to do&lt;br /&gt;And you don't feel much like ridin' you just wish the trip was through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am on the road again there I am up on the stage&lt;br /&gt;There I go, playin' star again, there I go, turn the page&lt;br /&gt;So you walk into this restaurant, uh strung out from the road&lt;br /&gt;And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shakin' off the cold&lt;br /&gt;You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can&lt;br /&gt;All the same old cliché's, is it woman, is it man&lt;br /&gt;And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand&lt;br /&gt;Make your stand&lt;br /&gt;Ah&lt;br /&gt;But here I am, on the road again, there I am, up on the stage&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, ah playin' star again, there I go, turn the page&lt;br /&gt;Woah&lt;br /&gt;Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;Every ounce of energy, you try and give away&lt;br /&gt;As the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evenin', as you lie awake in bed&lt;br /&gt;With the echoes of the amplifiers, ringin' in your head&lt;br /&gt;You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said&lt;br /&gt;What she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and here I am, on the road again, there I am, up on that stage&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, playin' star again, there I go, turn the page&lt;br /&gt;And there I go, turn that page&lt;br /&gt;There I go, yeah, Here I go, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;There I go, yeah, Here I go, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Here I go-oh-o, There I go&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We´ve all got some pages to turn...&lt;br /&gt;Our lifes are made of turning pages...&lt;br /&gt;If we aren´t turning pages then we´re not living...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114225515264579184?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114225515264579184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114225515264579184&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114225515264579184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114225515264579184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/03/turn-page.html' title='Turn the page...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114181569838824314</id><published>2006-03-08T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T03:01:38.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulheres...esse "bicho" único...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todas as mulheres que conheço...&lt;br /&gt;A todas as mulheres que de alguma forma me tocaram...&lt;br /&gt;A todas as mulheres com que na vida me cruzei...&lt;br /&gt;A todas as mulheres que um dia me sorriram...&lt;br /&gt;A todas as mulheres a quem ofereci flores...&lt;br /&gt;A todas as mulheres que possa ter causado alguma magoa...&lt;br /&gt;A todas as mulheres por quem me apaixonei...&lt;br /&gt;A todas as mulheres por quem chorei...&lt;br /&gt;A todas as mulheres com quem ri...&lt;br /&gt;A todas as mulheres que fazem o favor de ser minhas amigas...&lt;br /&gt;A todas as mulheres que amei...&lt;br /&gt;A todas as mulheres que perdi...&lt;br /&gt;A todas as mulheres...&lt;br /&gt;Vocês são muito especiais SEMPRE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo doce...&lt;br /&gt;Uma rosa...&lt;br /&gt;a todas vós.&lt;br /&gt;@)--;-----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114181569838824314?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114181569838824314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114181569838824314&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114181569838824314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114181569838824314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/03/mulheresesse-bicho-nico.html' title='Mulheres...esse &quot;bicho&quot; único...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114173376082873503</id><published>2006-03-07T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T04:16:00.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrela do mar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/underthemoonligh%20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/underthemoonligh%20_.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Numa noite em que o céu tinha um brilho mais forte&lt;br /&gt;E em que o sono parecia disposto a não vir&lt;br /&gt;Fui estender-me na praia, sózinho, ao relento&lt;br /&gt;E ali longe do tempo, acabei por dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei com o toque suave de um beijo&lt;br /&gt;E uma cara sardenta encheu-me o olhar&lt;br /&gt;Ainda meio a sonhar perguntei-lhe quem era&lt;br /&gt;Ela riu-se e disse baixinho: estrela do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sou a estrela do mar só a ele obedeço&lt;br /&gt;Só ele me conhece, só ele sabe quem sou&lt;br /&gt;No princípio e no fim&lt;br /&gt;Só a ele sou fiel e é ele quem me protege&lt;br /&gt;Quando alguém quer à força&lt;br /&gt;Ser dono de mim..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se era maior o desejo ou o espanto&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que por instantes deixei de pensar&lt;br /&gt;Uma chama invisível incendiou-me o peito&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa impossível fez-me acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em silêncio trocámos segredos e abraços&lt;br /&gt;Inscrevemos no espaço um novo alfabeto&lt;br /&gt;Já passaram mil anos sobre o nosso encontro&lt;br /&gt;Mas mil anos são pouco ou nada para estrela do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Estrela do mar&lt;br /&gt;Só a ele obedeço&lt;br /&gt;Só ele me conhece, só ele sabe quem sou&lt;br /&gt;No princípio e no fim&lt;br /&gt;Só a ele sou fiel e é ele quem me protege&lt;br /&gt;Quando alguém quer à força&lt;br /&gt;Ser dono de mim..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a uma "estrela do mar"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114173376082873503?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114173376082873503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114173376082873503&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114173376082873503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114173376082873503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/03/estrela-do-mar.html' title='Estrela do mar...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114139966722389163</id><published>2006-03-03T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T07:27:47.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um anjo na noite....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/al2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/al2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Os teus olhos são cor de pólvora, o teu cabelo é o rastilho&lt;br /&gt;o teu modo de andar é uma forma eficaz de atrair sarilho&lt;br /&gt;a tua silhueta é um mistério da criação&lt;br /&gt;e sobretudo tens cara de anjo mau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara de anjo mau, tu deitas tudo a perder&lt;br /&gt;basta um olhar teu e o chão começa a ceder&lt;br /&gt;cara de anjo mau, contigo é facil cair&lt;br /&gt;quem te ensinou a ser sempre a última a rir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que posso eu fazer ao ver-te acenar a ferida universal?&lt;br /&gt;Que posso eu desejar ao avistar tão delicioso mar?&lt;br /&gt;Que posso eu parecer quando me sinto fora de mim?&lt;br /&gt;Que posso eu tentar senão ir até ao fim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara de anjo mau, tu deitas tudo a perder&lt;br /&gt;basta um olhar teu e o chão começa a ceder&lt;br /&gt;cara de anjo mau, contigo é facil cair&lt;br /&gt;quem te ensinou a ser sempre a última a rir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ti mandava arranjar os dentes e comprava um colchão&lt;br /&gt;Por ti mandava embora o gato por quem eu tenho tanta afeição&lt;br /&gt;Por ti deixava de mater o dedo no meu nariz&lt;br /&gt;Por ti abandonava o meu país&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara de anjo mau, tu deitas tudo a perder&lt;br /&gt;basta um olhar teu e o chão começa a ceder&lt;br /&gt;cara de anjo mau, contigo é facil cair&lt;br /&gt;quem te ensinou a ser sempre a última a rir?..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos sorrisos e nas lágrimas nos encontramos perdidos na noite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114139966722389163?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114139966722389163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114139966722389163&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114139966722389163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114139966722389163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/03/um-anjo-na-noite.html' title='Um anjo na noite....'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114121917988563059</id><published>2006-03-01T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T05:19:39.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/orphen4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/orphen4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It starts with one&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme&lt;br /&gt;To explain in due time&lt;br /&gt;All I know&lt;br /&gt;Time is a valuable thing&lt;br /&gt;Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings&lt;br /&gt;Watch it count down to the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;The clock ticks life away&lt;br /&gt;It's so unreal&lt;br /&gt;Didn't look out below&lt;br /&gt;Watch the time go right out the window&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold on but didn't even know&lt;br /&gt;Wasted it all just to&lt;br /&gt;Watch you go&lt;br /&gt;I kept everything inside and even though I tried it all fell apart&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme&lt;br /&gt;To remind myself how&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard In spite of the way you were mocking me&lt;br /&gt;Acting like I was part of your property&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all the times you've fought with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised it got so (far)&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't the way they were before&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't even recognize me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Not that you knew me back then&lt;br /&gt;But it all comes back to me&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;You kept everything inside and even though I tried it all fell apart&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;And lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Pushed as far as I can go&lt;br /&gt;And for all this&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Pushed as far as I can go&lt;br /&gt;And for all this&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing you should know&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;And lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what really matters is knowing that once you were in my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114121917988563059?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114121917988563059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114121917988563059&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114121917988563059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114121917988563059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-end.html' title='In the end...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114062058460243434</id><published>2006-02-22T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T07:03:04.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hometown...my hometown...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I come from down in the valley&lt;br /&gt;Where mister, when you're young&lt;br /&gt;They bring you up to do like your daddy done&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mary we met in high school&lt;br /&gt;When she was just seventeen&lt;br /&gt;We'd drive out of this valley down to where the fields are green&lt;br /&gt;We'd go down to the river&lt;br /&gt;And into the river we'd dive&lt;br /&gt;Oh down to the river we'd ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got Mary pregnant&lt;br /&gt;And, man, that was all she wrote&lt;br /&gt;And for my 19th birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat&lt;br /&gt;We went down to the courthouse&lt;br /&gt;And the judge put it all to rest&lt;br /&gt;No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;No flowers, no wedding dress&lt;br /&gt;That night we went down to the river&lt;br /&gt;And into the river we'd dive&lt;br /&gt;Oh down to the river we'd ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company&lt;br /&gt;But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy&lt;br /&gt;Now all them things that seemed so important&lt;br /&gt;Well, mister they vanished right into the air&lt;br /&gt;Now I act like I don't remember&lt;br /&gt;Mary acts like she don't care&lt;br /&gt;But I remember us riding in my brother's car&lt;br /&gt;Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir&lt;br /&gt;At night on them banks I'd lie awake&lt;br /&gt;And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take&lt;br /&gt;Now those memories come back to haunt me&lt;br /&gt;They haunt me like a curse&lt;br /&gt;Is a dream a lie if it don't come true&lt;br /&gt;Or is it something worse&lt;br /&gt;That sends me&lt;br /&gt;Down to the river&lt;br /&gt;Though I know the river is dry&lt;br /&gt;That sends me down to the river tonight&lt;br /&gt;Down to the river&lt;br /&gt;My baby and I&lt;br /&gt;Oh down to the river we ride..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talvez a minha musica preferida...&lt;br /&gt;a melhor de todas mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;é simplesmente unica...&lt;br /&gt;como muitas coisas na vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114062058460243434?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114062058460243434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114062058460243434&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114062058460243434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So close no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;forever trusting who we are&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never opened myself this way&lt;br /&gt;life is ours, we live it our way&lt;br /&gt;all these words I don't just say&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust I seek and I find in you&lt;br /&gt;every day for us something new&lt;br /&gt;open mind for a different view&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they do&lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they know&lt;br /&gt;but I know&lt;br /&gt;so close no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;forever trusting who we are&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they do&lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they know&lt;br /&gt;but I know&lt;br /&gt;never opened myself this way&lt;br /&gt;life is ours, we live it our way&lt;br /&gt;all these words I don't just say&lt;br /&gt;trust I seek and I find in you&lt;br /&gt;every day for us something new&lt;br /&gt;open mind for a different view&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they say&lt;br /&gt;never cared for games they play&lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they do&lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they know&lt;br /&gt;and I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so close no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;forever trusting who we are&lt;br /&gt;no nothing else matters..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114043911215177179?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114043911215177179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114043911215177179&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114043911215177179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114043911215177179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/02/nothing-else-matters.html' title='Nothing else matters...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114018594284078963</id><published>2006-02-17T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T06:19:02.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasmas e outras merdas que nos moem o juizo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's my snare,&lt;br /&gt;I have no snare in my headphones,&lt;br /&gt;there ya' go, yeah, yo', yo'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been hated or discriminated against,&lt;br /&gt;I have, i've been protested and demonstrated against,&lt;br /&gt;picket signs for my wicked rhymes,&lt;br /&gt;look at the times,&lt;br /&gt;sick is the mind of the mother fuckin' kid that's behind,&lt;br /&gt;all this commotion,&lt;br /&gt;emotions run deep as ocean's explodin',&lt;br /&gt;tempers flaring from parents,&lt;br /&gt;just blow 'em off and keep goin',&lt;br /&gt;not takin' nothin' from no one,&lt;br /&gt;give 'em hell long as i'm breathin',&lt;br /&gt;keep kickin' ass in the mornin',&lt;br /&gt;an' takin' names in the evening,&lt;br /&gt;leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth,&lt;br /&gt;see they can trigger me but they'll never figure me out,&lt;br /&gt;look at me now,&lt;br /&gt;I bet ya' probably sick of me now,&lt;br /&gt;ain't you mama,&lt;br /&gt;i'ma make you look so ridiculous now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry mama,&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to make you cry,&lt;br /&gt;but tonight i'm cleanin' out my closet,&lt;br /&gt;{one more time},&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said i'm sorry mama,&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;Inever meant to make you cry,&lt;br /&gt;but tonight i'm cleanin' out my closet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it,&lt;br /&gt;so before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it,&lt;br /&gt;i'ma expose it,&lt;br /&gt;I take you back to '73,&lt;br /&gt;before I ever had amulti-platinum sellin' Cd,&lt;br /&gt;I was a baby,&lt;br /&gt;maybe I was just a couple of months,&lt;br /&gt;my faggot father must have had his pantie's up in a bunch,&lt;br /&gt;cause he split,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;no I don't on second thought,&lt;br /&gt;I just fuckin' wished he would die,&lt;br /&gt;I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side,&lt;br /&gt;even if I hated Kim,&lt;br /&gt;I grit my teeth and I'd try,&lt;br /&gt;to make itwork with her at least for Hailie's sake,&lt;br /&gt;I maybe made some mistakes but i'm only human,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm man enough to face them today,&lt;br /&gt;what I did was stupid,&lt;br /&gt;no doubt it was dumb,&lt;br /&gt;but the smartest shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun,&lt;br /&gt;cause id'a killed 'em,&lt;br /&gt;shit I would have shot Kim and him both,&lt;br /&gt;it's my life, i'd like to welcome y'all to the Eminem show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition,&lt;br /&gt;take a second to listen who you think this record is dissin',&lt;br /&gt;but put yourself in my position,&lt;br /&gt;just try to envision witnessin'your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;bitchin' that someone's always goin'through her purse and shits missin',&lt;br /&gt;going through public housing systems,&lt;br /&gt;victim of Munchausen's syndrome,&lt;br /&gt;my whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grewup,&lt;br /&gt;now I blew up,&lt;br /&gt;it makes you sick to ya' stomach,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it,&lt;br /&gt;wasn't it the reason you made that Cd for me,&lt;br /&gt;ma,&lt;br /&gt;so you could try to justify the way you treated me,&lt;br /&gt;ma,&lt;br /&gt;but guess what,&lt;br /&gt;your gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely,&lt;br /&gt;and Nathan's growing up so quick,&lt;br /&gt;he's gonna know that your phoney,&lt;br /&gt;and Hailie's getting so big now,&lt;br /&gt;you should see her,&lt;br /&gt;she's beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;but you'll never see her,&lt;br /&gt;she won't even be at your funeral,&lt;br /&gt;see what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;bitch,&lt;br /&gt;do your song,&lt;br /&gt;keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom,&lt;br /&gt;but how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get,&lt;br /&gt;you selfish bitch,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit,&lt;br /&gt;remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me,&lt;br /&gt;well guess what,&lt;br /&gt;I am dead,&lt;br /&gt;dead to you as can be..."&lt;div 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juizo...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-114002021405457117</id><published>2006-02-15T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T08:16:54.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/Card__~0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/Card__%7E0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again here I am to answer a friends challenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m not a person that turns away from anything...&lt;br /&gt;So in order to comply with my frinds "request", here are some answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantos empregos já tive:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2 anos na Esc. Fernando Pessoa&lt;br /&gt;- 5 anos na Esc. Eça de Queirós ( mais conhecida pelos viveiros)&lt;br /&gt;- 2 dias a trabalhar para o I.N.E. ( entrevistas a automobilistas)&lt;br /&gt;- 1 ano a trabalhar no comércio em Alvalade&lt;br /&gt;- 10 anos numa Editora de livros ( parte de contabldd, e tudo mais)&lt;br /&gt;- e agora nicles batatoides...&lt;br /&gt;- há,quase me eskecia, sempre dou umas aulinhas de ténis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro filmes que vejo vezes sem conta :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Braveheart&lt;br /&gt;- Ronnin&lt;br /&gt;- Bullit&lt;br /&gt;- From Dusk Till Dawn&lt;br /&gt;- and so many more...it´s unfair saying just 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro sitios onde Eu já vivi : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Olivais Sul&lt;br /&gt;- Olivais Sul&lt;br /&gt;- Olivais Sul&lt;br /&gt;- Funchal&lt;br /&gt;- And the Dark Side of the Moon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro séries televisivas que Eu não perco : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jackass ( quando dava)&lt;br /&gt;- The Pink Panther (versão original, que dava no prog. do Vasco Granja)&lt;br /&gt;- Conan - O rapaz do Futuro ( quando dava)&lt;br /&gt;- the dukes of Hazzard ( quando dava)&lt;br /&gt;- nos dias de hoje, os Wild boys, o CSI, o dia seguinte, Hallo Hallo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro pratos favoritos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(esta não é dificil...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bifinhos com batatinhas fritas...&lt;br /&gt;- Espetada com milho frito e bolo do caco...&lt;br /&gt;- Bifinhos de atum com milho frito...&lt;br /&gt;- Pizzas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro websites que visito diariamente: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os Blogs das/os minhas/meus amigas/os...&lt;br /&gt;- O Pinkbike...&lt;br /&gt;- O internetmoviedatabase...&lt;br /&gt;- O alltheweb.com...(mtas horas perdidas a navegar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro sitios onde eu gostava de estar agora : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- LISBOA&lt;br /&gt;- OLIVAIS SUL&lt;br /&gt;- OLIVAIS SUL&lt;br /&gt;- CANADA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora, uma variante que este desafio na sua formula original não continha e eu resolvi acrescentar...( podem sempre dar os vossos pareceres...ou não.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro pessoas com quem gostaria de estar agora:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os meus AMIGOS de Lx...&lt;br /&gt;- Os meus AMIGOS de Lx...&lt;br /&gt;- Os meus AMIGOS de Lx...&lt;br /&gt;- Os meus AMIGOS de Lx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro bebidas sem as quais não passo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Água ( del cano...)&lt;br /&gt;- Budweiser...&lt;br /&gt;- Jack Daniels&lt;br /&gt;- Poncha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro peças de roupa ou acessorios que não passo sem:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oculos de sol...&lt;br /&gt;- Oculos de sol...&lt;br /&gt;- Oculos de sol...&lt;br /&gt;- Oculos de sol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E podiamos ficar aqui por uma infinidade de tempo...ou não.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que somos na realidade, só os olhos de quem gosta de nós podera dizer...&lt;br /&gt;tudo o resto são banalidades...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-114002021405457117?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/114002021405457117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=114002021405457117&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114002021405457117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/114002021405457117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/02/challenge.html' title='Challenge....'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113991647281196334</id><published>2006-02-14T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T03:27:53.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/MACcowboybebopHVD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/MACcowboybebopHVD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vivia na temperatura tépida dos lençóis&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que dava pelo estranho nome de Amor.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes soltava-se&lt;br /&gt;E percorria pela mão&lt;br /&gt;Dos adolescentes ruas desertas,&lt;br /&gt;sombras escuras e conspiradoras -&lt;br /&gt;soltou-se o Amor - alguém gritava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vinha o vermelho e invadia o vermelho&lt;br /&gt;E assanhavam-se os gatos conscientes&lt;br /&gt;Da invasão da sua noite solitária.&lt;br /&gt;Depois apagava-se&lt;br /&gt;A última luz da última janela e desaparecia&lt;br /&gt;O Amor na tépidez dos lençóis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficava a lua, ficava&lt;br /&gt;O luar azul a reflectir perigosamente&lt;br /&gt;Nas lâminas ensaguentadas&lt;br /&gt;Dos adolescentes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To all the lovers and peolple in love...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113991647281196334?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113991647281196334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113991647281196334&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113991647281196334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113991647281196334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines.....'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113982309552480898</id><published>2006-02-13T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T01:31:35.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicatória</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/fairygirl_card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/fairygirl_card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tudo bem no país à beira mar plantado&lt;br /&gt;Até aparecer algo de novo, nunca identificado&lt;br /&gt;Hip Hop, muitos gostaram, outros não&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja por não ser de fácil compreensão&lt;br /&gt;Que é isto? Ninguém canta, ninguém toca instrumentos&lt;br /&gt;Graffiti, Breakdance, estranhos, estranhos comportamentos&lt;br /&gt;Só se ouvem palhaços comerciais&lt;br /&gt;Que não representam, artigos copiados de revistas,outros que inventam.&lt;br /&gt;Dou dicas directamente da fonte p'ra se saber&lt;br /&gt;Que é isto afinal, que estamos aqui a fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Hip Hop, simplesmente, não é como o rock,&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta comparar-nos, ponto final, Stop!&lt;br /&gt;Ninguem toca quase nada,ou até mesmo nada.&lt;br /&gt;Temos um sampler p'ra sacar o que mais nos agrada&lt;br /&gt;Rimas ricas ou pobres, que não obedecem à métrica,&lt;br /&gt;Sem estrutura convencional de quem especifíca,&lt;br /&gt;Uma maneira de viver, p'ra não esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Com pormenores que nem todos conseguem entender.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa quem se gaba, mas quem o faz melhor,&lt;br /&gt;É indiferente raça, credo, estatuto ou côr.&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, poupem comentários ignorantes,&lt;br /&gt;Tirem dúvidas, se vão falar é melhor pensar antes.&lt;br /&gt;Entenda-se que isto é delicado como cerâmica,&lt;br /&gt;A seguir ao refrão,&lt;br /&gt;Ace explica-vos a mecânica.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu precisava, era mesmo,alguém assim como tu.&lt;br /&gt;Eras o estilo certo, para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar contigo até ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca tive ninguém, como tu,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre te procurei,&lt;br /&gt;Agora que te encontrei, que te ouvi,&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar contigo até ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip Hop, o meu carborante,&lt;br /&gt;a língua,o carborador&lt;br /&gt;Cérebro,a vávula de admissão,&lt;br /&gt;a perícia, a injecção,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho amor pela profissão,&lt;br /&gt;profissionalizo um hobby,&lt;br /&gt;Os versos, a minha pressão,&lt;br /&gt;Mind da Gap são o meu lobby.&lt;br /&gt;Os modelos, a gasolina, falsos, a estricnina.&lt;br /&gt;Nova Iorque, a box,&lt;br /&gt;Costa Este, a anfetamina.&lt;br /&gt;Em 73, o nascimento do bólide e condutor&lt;br /&gt;Eu guio o estilo e estilizo-o sem pudor.&lt;br /&gt;Os primeiros MC's, meus co-pilotos particulares&lt;br /&gt;Pioneiros, as raízes destes ritmos singulares.&lt;br /&gt;O lubrificante que nos dá gás como um gaseificante,&lt;br /&gt;Hip Hop é o meu vício, o teu é o refrigerante.&lt;br /&gt;Produtores de Breakbeats,&lt;br /&gt;com sistemas de som ambulantes,&lt;br /&gt;Faziam festas no Bronx, em ambientes beligerantes.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde vieram os MC's, animar como GTi's&lt;br /&gt;Novo sistema de motorização,&lt;br /&gt;os rappers são V.I.P's.&lt;br /&gt;Nas Escobar, meu par,&lt;br /&gt;bebe Asti Gancia num Lancia&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto os Mobb Deep,&lt;br /&gt;mandam shook ones para a ambulância.&lt;br /&gt;Kool&lt;br /&gt;Herc, não ia adivinhar,o que estava ali a criar,&lt;br /&gt;Raekwon e Method Man, combustível p'ra injectar.&lt;br /&gt;Biggie Smalls,&lt;br /&gt;acaba o rol dos favoritos de Nova Iorque,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tamanho torque, que figuro na lista da Autosport.&lt;br /&gt;A potência que declaro, torna-me raro com'um Jaguaro,&lt;br /&gt;Se me enganei não reparo, o que vos digo é sempre claro.&lt;br /&gt;Veloz com'um Lamborghini,&lt;br /&gt;conto-te a história como Fellini,&lt;br /&gt;Junto a minha voz aos reais,&lt;br /&gt;enfio os falsos num Mini.&lt;br /&gt;Necessitas de cinto de segurança,&lt;br /&gt;isto não é música de dança,&lt;br /&gt;dedicatória p'ó Hip Hop,&lt;br /&gt;a história que aqui s'avança.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu precisava, era mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;alguém assim como tu.&lt;br /&gt;Eras o estilo certo, para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar contigo até ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca tive ninguém, como tu,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre te procurei,Agora que te encontrei,&lt;br /&gt;que te ouvi,&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar contigo até ao fim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might know to whom it is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113982309552480898?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113982309552480898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113982309552480898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113982309552480898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113982309552480898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/02/dedicatria.html' title='Dedicatória'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113956975813419793</id><published>2006-02-10T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T03:09:20.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O DOWNHILL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/1%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/1%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia tanto para dizer mas não temos tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentira!&lt;br /&gt;Claro k digo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downhill: Prova cromonetrada individual;os atletas partem um a um, num traçado por uma encosta abaixo;com saltos,buracos ou o k seja k aparecer pelo caminho;bicicletas tipo motas de motocross, verdadeiros prototipos com duas rodas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é talvez a definição mais aproximada do k é o DOWNHILL...&lt;br /&gt;Esta modalidade teve a sua origem nos USA ( Quase obrigatoriamente, pois algumas das maiores marcas de bikes estão lá) à cerca de 25 a 30 anos atras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na altura era uma loucura como se fazim estas descidas nas montanhas...&lt;br /&gt;Sem protecções...bicicletas inadquadas...eram uns verdadeiros herois...&lt;br /&gt;Apareceu tambem a NORBA, que foi a 1ª organizadora de eventos e é a como que a Fed. Americana de Mountain Biking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A evolução desde então tem sido uma loucura....&lt;br /&gt;Com especial destaque nestes ultimos 15 anos, onde as marcas e os fabricantes tem vindo a desenvolver verdadeiras obras primas da mecânica...&lt;br /&gt;De tal modo, que até a consagrada HONDA, têm e dá apoio a 100% a uma equipa de DONWHILL, fabricando uma bike 100% original, aproveitando toda a sua tecnologia vinda das motos de MOTOCROSS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com toda esta evolução, apareceram novas modalidades dentro do género...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casos do já extinto DUAL, que iria dar origem ao actual 4X...&lt;br /&gt;Que consiste em 4 pillotos ao mesmo tempo, partirem numa pequena pista( parte por vezes das de DOWNHILL) e que têm muitas mais curvas e apertadas, saltos com fartura, curvas com "banking" ou " relevê"...e ganha o mais rapido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos o FREERIDE...&lt;br /&gt;Por muitos defendido como a mais pura versão do que é andar de bike...&lt;br /&gt;Existem provas organizadas, caso do famoso REDBULL RAMPAGE...realizado nas montanhas do Utah...e so para pilotos de topo e só por convites!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado, o FREERIDE, é a essencia do andar de bike, pois como o proprio nome diz FREE = liberdade e RIDE = a andar ou pedalar(neste caso)....&lt;br /&gt;Isto traduzido, andar sem limites ou percursos pré defenidos...andar por onde a vontade te levar e as pernas deixarem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ultima e tambem uma das mais espectaculares versões do DOWNHILL, é o recentemente inventado DOWNTOWN...&lt;br /&gt;Com cerca de 6 a 7 anos desde o primeiro evento realizado, esta é uma das mais espectaculares provas que hà...&lt;br /&gt;Já se pensa inclusive fazer um campeonato à parte do de DOWNHILL, só de DOWNTOWN pela Europa fora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal tem a sorte de ser previligiado na sua morfologia e topografia...&lt;br /&gt;Pois as nossas colinas são uma mais valia para este tipo de prova...e resultado disso é o nosso DOWNTOWN que ja vai com cerca de 6 edições ( se não estou enganado)...&lt;br /&gt;Os melhores pilotos já ca estiveram e dizem por palavras deles que é uma loucura descer as ruas assim cheias de gente a gritar de entusiasmo...&lt;br /&gt;E são sempre os primeiros a dizer que para o ano estão devolta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que nesta "breve" e mto resumida história das origens do DOWNHILL possa ter ajudado a perceber uma modalidade que practico e adoro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existe nada melhor do k poder passear ao ar livre, desfrutando de paisagens, convivio com outras pessoas e o fazer de novas amizades...e tudo isto é possível com as bicicletas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com extra dizer, que saudades eu tenho dos meus passeios na EXPO, pertinho de casa...das descidas em Monsanto, onde proferia raios e coriscos pela quantidade de lama que apanhava...mas acima de tudo, a saudade do convivio com os meus amigos...&lt;br /&gt;A todos vocês um abraço...e às amigas um beijo!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113956975813419793?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113956975813419793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113956975813419793&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113956975813419793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113956975813419793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-downhill.html' title='O DOWNHILL...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113949203631430386</id><published>2006-02-09T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T05:33:56.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio de uma amiga....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/Eloy-Sorry-Card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/Eloy-Sorry-Card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manias...&lt;br /&gt;Teimosias...&lt;br /&gt;Defeitos...&lt;br /&gt;Excentricidades...&lt;br /&gt;Tendencias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que rico desafio...&lt;br /&gt;But I wont back down!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Sou incapaz de não mostrar sentimentos...seja qual for a situação...por vezes chego até a ter o coração demasiado perto da boca, e tudo k lá passa sai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - A ultima palavra...ser minha...quase questão de honra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - O enlaçar ou atacar os meus tenis...não deixo k ninguem o faça...assim k compro um par novo e lhes acabo de colocar os atacadores fico a admira-los...(paranoia?talvez...eu chamo-lhe mania!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - As minhas bikes!Os meus amigos em Lisboa gozavam um pouko de mim, pois eu tinha a mania de ter sempre a bike mais limpa e afinada...e k mal chegava a casa(ainda antes de tomar banho) a 1ª coisa que ia fazer era limpar a bike...enfim...são os meus amigos,e conhecem-me melhor que eu talvez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Chocolate!!!infame substancia k devoro sem olhar a meios....perdição mesmo...seja branco,preto,de leite, amargo...hummmmmmm....delicia...vicio mesmo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero k estas pekenas "confissões" sejam o abrir de mais uma janela minha para um mundo de amigos e outros, que se passeiam na minha vida, a marcam, me tocam, e sempre são lembrados e cuja falta é sempre sentida...&lt;br /&gt;Algumas dessas pessoas marcaram a minha vida de uma ou outra forma...outras ainda o fazem...mesmo sem estar perto de mim, ou mesmo sem as ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a todas essas pessoas que na minha quiseram fazer-me o favor de entrar, lhes deixo um beijo e um abraço, e que sempre estarei para elas...e não distancia que não se vença...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Winners are just willing to do what losers wont..."&lt;br /&gt;in "Million dollar baby"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113949203631430386?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113949203631430386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113949203631430386&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113949203631430386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113949203631430386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/02/desafio-de-uma-amiga.html' title='Desafio de uma amiga....'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113939631750508051</id><published>2006-02-08T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T02:58:37.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/indio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/indio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vi-te crescer, mano, tal e qual me viste a mim,&lt;br /&gt;se estas ruas falassem contavam uma história sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;Do centro ao jardim ou no liceu onde tudo começou&lt;br /&gt;recordo a imagem da face tudo o que nos ajudou&lt;br /&gt;14/24 uma decáda de inéditos,&lt;br /&gt;passada no escuro sem receber créditos&lt;br /&gt;Por entre prédios,&lt;br /&gt;Bairros e elementos bizarros&lt;br /&gt;Quais instintos são á prova colocados?&lt;br /&gt;Nós, sobrevivemos algures entre o paraíso e o inferno,&lt;br /&gt;numa cidade cizenta onde todo o ano é Inverno&lt;br /&gt;Vês-nos crescer como uma árvore bem forte,&lt;br /&gt;germinada a partir duma semente do norte&lt;br /&gt;Expansão Geográfica, comitiva dealemática&lt;br /&gt;A simplicidade é tática,na verdade, posta em prática.&lt;br /&gt;Existe muita gente ingrata, pouca gente honesta&lt;br /&gt;que desconheçe as consequências de metade do que manifesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Isto é para todos)&lt;br /&gt;Os meus verdadeiros amigos&lt;br /&gt;(Isto é para todos)&lt;br /&gt;Que estiveram lá quando foi preciso&lt;br /&gt;(Isto é para todos)&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que acreditaram em nós&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmos que nunca nos deixaram sós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frio gélido cenário de cerrado nevoeiro&lt;br /&gt;tabuleiro superior, Ponte D.Luis I&lt;br /&gt;Até ao minuto derradeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Nova gaia - Porto, no coração&lt;br /&gt;na alma, na mente, no meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos por concretizar,&lt;br /&gt;fazem-nos rimar&lt;br /&gt;É a nossa vida, vamos ganhá-la custe o que custar.&lt;br /&gt;Temos cegos, surdos e mudos famintos&lt;br /&gt;do alimento para alma que nós distribuímo&lt;br /&gt;se elevamos a mentalidade em saltos cânticos,&lt;br /&gt;evocando a liberdade nos nossos cânticos,&lt;br /&gt;pesados como fardos, de responsabilidade,&lt;br /&gt;carregamos nas costas, desde tenra idade&lt;br /&gt;Crianças da cidade embriagadas em sonhos&lt;br /&gt;lembranças do passado hoje inundam-nos os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto mentes pobres,&lt;br /&gt;lançam boatos podres,&lt;br /&gt;orgulho-me de nos ver lutar por causas nobres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Isto é para todos)&lt;br /&gt;Os meus verdadeiros amigos&lt;br /&gt;(Isto é para todos)&lt;br /&gt;Que estiveram lá quando foi preciso&lt;br /&gt;(Isto é para todos)&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que acreditaram em nós&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmos que nunca nos deixaram sós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles não acreditavam numa segunda vida,&lt;br /&gt;fora de tempo, á moda antiga&lt;br /&gt;mas já não podem fechar a saída,&lt;br /&gt;Com mil chaves, todas as oportunidades&lt;br /&gt;vê-se muitas celebridades com escassas capacidades.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia,&lt;br /&gt;podes crer é isto que mais gira,&lt;br /&gt;muita beleza em torno duma cabeça vazia.&lt;br /&gt;Incapaz de entender o habitat no qual se encontra inserido&lt;br /&gt;ou incapaz de decifrar dois parágrafos de um livro.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tenho mais que a escolaridade obrigatória&lt;br /&gt;mas a diferença de consciência entre nós é notória.&lt;br /&gt;Tens a memória curta, como uma experiência na luta,&lt;br /&gt;ou mesmo na vida&lt;br /&gt;e de quem será a culpa?&lt;br /&gt;Da inocência que permanece após a adolescência,&lt;br /&gt;que não permite olhar o mundo com a devida transparência&lt;br /&gt;Triste ser mestre do teu próprio templo,&lt;br /&gt;e com o tempo serás o próximo a dar o exemplo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Isto é para todos)&lt;br /&gt;Os meus verdadeiros amigos&lt;br /&gt;(Isto é para todos)&lt;br /&gt;Que estiveram lá quando foi preciso&lt;br /&gt;(Isto é para todos)&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que acreditaram em nós&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmos que nunca nos deixaram sós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Isto é para todos)&lt;br /&gt;(Isto é para todos)&lt;br /&gt;(Isto é para todos)&lt;br /&gt;Os meus verdadeiros amigos&lt;br /&gt;Que estiveram lá quando foi preciso&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que acreditarma em nós&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmos que nunca nos deixaram sós..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113939631750508051?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113939631750508051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113939631750508051&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113939631750508051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113939631750508051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/02/vi-te-crescer-mano-tal-e-qual-me-viste.html' title=''/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113932725335944779</id><published>2006-02-07T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T07:47:37.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love - Hate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/Kouga-Sorrow-Rachirure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/Kouga-Sorrow-Rachirure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Passei-me de vez, a solo não quero [queimo?] ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Assumo o que penso, digo e o que faço também&lt;br /&gt;Já me segurei vezes de mais, quase rebento por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Expludo e inundo o mundo com o meu sentimento, sou cinzento&lt;br /&gt;Obscuro, já visitei o lado escuro&lt;br /&gt;E no passado já quis limitar o meu próprio futuro&lt;br /&gt;Presente é negro, cercam-me de todo o lado&lt;br /&gt;Hipocrisia e mentira, falsidade, deixam-me abalado&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a um bom combate, não retribuo o vosso abraço&lt;br /&gt;O ataque é a melhor defesa e causa embaraço&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra vale mais que mil imagens, coragem&lt;br /&gt;Caguei, por isso vejam como agem ou reagem&lt;br /&gt;Antes a morte à desonra, pena máxima a vergonha&lt;br /&gt;Sonha quem achar que vou perder a minha honra&lt;br /&gt;Desafio a própria vida pelo stress que me ofereçe&lt;br /&gt;Fala o que nunca obedece, porque o que é bom nunca aparece&lt;br /&gt;Desabafo e sei que vou escandalizar muita gente&lt;br /&gt;Paciência, tenho que me libertar antes que rebente&lt;br /&gt;Começo agora e falo, pra quê enfiar o barrete?&lt;br /&gt;Se te sentires atingido então a música promete&lt;br /&gt;Escreves torto por linhas certas, pensas ser o maior&lt;br /&gt;Só se for o maior palhaço, ou ignorante mor&lt;br /&gt;Cruzaste-te no meu caminho, resolveste chamar a atenção&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que conseguiste foi oferecer-me um ódio de estimação&lt;br /&gt;Safas-te pla distância, levas uma dedicatória&lt;br /&gt;Uma carta e uma música que entraram para a história&lt;br /&gt;Tu, também ainda não sei como escapaste&lt;br /&gt;Bazaste, conseguiste, quase todos enganaste&lt;br /&gt;Cobarde, não voltes, conta, aponta, dispara&lt;br /&gt;Desvai, vai prá cova, cai, antes de ires repara&lt;br /&gt;Na cara que te olho eu riu-me contente sente&lt;br /&gt;Não és homem não és nada, és um excremento de gente&lt;br /&gt;Como aqueles que me invejam e desejam tudo mal&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o Mal, nunca fui um gajo 100% normal&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho nada a perder enquanto não tiver ganho&lt;br /&gt;Quando me conhecem percebem que sou um tipo estranho&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas pelas quais morreria, gajos pelos quais mataria&lt;br /&gt;Outros plos quais na boa cagaria e continuaria&lt;br /&gt;A vida e assim, assim é esta merda de vida&lt;br /&gt;No ódio ou no amor, a verdade é que me guia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não chorem quando partir pois lutei com o destino&lt;br /&gt;Queimem a bandeira e façam tocar o meu hino&lt;br /&gt;Tenho flashes de memória que visualizo na pupila&lt;br /&gt;Amigos que eu não quis que esperassem na fila&lt;br /&gt;Família e conhecidos, ou ilustres desconhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Largaram noutra viagem nunca mais perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Pago o preço de viver pla setença dum crime&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes vendia a alma ao Diabo para que tudo fosse sublime&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço à minha mãe, pai, por ter acreditado&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem força pra lutar e me ter mesmo contrariado&lt;br /&gt;Para morrer à nascença tava marcado, caguei&lt;br /&gt;Avisado por uma velhota o destino guardou-me pra rei&lt;br /&gt;Meu pai, meu idolo tentei, teu modelo imitei&lt;br /&gt;Pra chegar onde cheguei, acredita que lutei&lt;br /&gt;Li o que muitos ainda não leram, escrevi o que não entenderam&lt;br /&gt;Descobri o que não me explicaram, as vozes esconderam&lt;br /&gt;Falo de quem odeio, detesto, ignoro, é normal&lt;br /&gt;Falo de quem admiro, amo e tento proteger do mal&lt;br /&gt;Meus homens, meus soldados, Coalizão, 2º piso&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é nosso acto quando _____ pelo aviso&lt;br /&gt;Irmãos de mãe diferente, unidos numa só mente&lt;br /&gt;Todos desiguais, mas mais ou menos tudo a mesma gente&lt;br /&gt;Este abraço alarga-se a costas de sul a norte&lt;br /&gt;A gajos verdadeiros que me apoiam e protegem até à morte&lt;br /&gt;Serial e Presto, apesar de tudo ainda bem que existiram&lt;br /&gt;Este meio fodeu-me mas vocês de mim não desistiram&lt;br /&gt;Quando me apunhalaram, vocês nem acreditaram&lt;br /&gt;Porque sou paranóico até quando na crew se confrontaram&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a realidade, é de quem acusa receita eleita para 99&lt;br /&gt;Beretta, mas na ponta de uma caneta&lt;br /&gt;São o pior pesadelo, gentes com dor de cotovelo&lt;br /&gt;Que não sou modesto nem falsamente irei sê-lo&lt;br /&gt;Conhecido por ser arrogante, não arrogante por ser conhecido&lt;br /&gt;Tido como antipático, melhor ser um falso bandido [vendido?]&lt;br /&gt;A música é a minha terapia, desculpem lá o tom agressivo&lt;br /&gt;E muito obrigado pela vossa atenção&lt;br /&gt;A música é a minha terapia, desculpem lá o tom&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado aos Mind da Gap pelo apoio na missão&lt;br /&gt;Pai, mãe, avó, _____, Cristina, André, puto Kiko&lt;br /&gt;A todos os meus amigos quer seja pobre ou fique rico&lt;br /&gt;Lealdade, sinceridade, na união ou na saudade&lt;br /&gt;Juntos ou separados, sempre ligados pela verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas pelas quais morreria, gajos pelos quais mataria&lt;br /&gt;Outros plos quais na boa cagaria e continuaria&lt;br /&gt;A vida e assim, assim é esta merda de vida&lt;br /&gt;No ódio ou no amor, a verdade é que me guia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que me guia...&lt;br /&gt;A merda é real...&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a minha realidade...&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a minha verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Nada é ficção onde eu me encontro...&lt;br /&gt;A verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a minha verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Os falsos escondem-se atrás da mentira...&lt;br /&gt;Verdadeiros perpetuam o seu próprio destino através da verdade..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113932725335944779?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113932725335944779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113932725335944779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113932725335944779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113932725335944779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-hate.html' title='Love - Hate...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113922484473823331</id><published>2006-02-06T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T03:22:44.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One song...this song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/eaglebw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/eaglebw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come 'ere baby&lt;br /&gt;You know you drive me up the wall&lt;br /&gt;The way you make good for all the nasty tricks you pull&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we're makin' up more than we're makin' love&lt;br /&gt;And it always seems you've got something on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Other than me&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you gotta change your crazy ways - you hear me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you're leavin' on the seven thirty train&lt;br /&gt;And that you're heading out to Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you've been givin' me that line so many times&lt;br /&gt;It kinda gets that feelin' bad looks good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kinda lovin' turns a man to a slave&lt;br /&gt;That kinda lovin' sends a man right to his grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go crazy, crazy, baby, I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;You turn it on - then you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you drive me crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, honey&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the color blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're packin' up your stuff and tryin' to tell me&lt;br /&gt;That it's time to go&lt;br /&gt;But I know you ain't wearin' nothin' underneath that&lt;br /&gt;overcoat and that it's all a show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kinda lovin' makes me wanna pull down the shade, yeah&lt;br /&gt;That kinda lovin' yeah, now I'm never gonna be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Girl, 'cause I'm goin' crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your love, honey, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I need your love..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113922484473823331?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113922484473823331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113922484473823331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113922484473823331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113922484473823331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-songthis-song.html' title='One song...this song...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113879746147172849</id><published>2006-02-01T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T04:37:41.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one last word....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/E-card016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/E-card016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will problably be my last post here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t feel bad for me...because things are what they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s just that my Inspiration is kind of lonely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one isn´t enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two are perfect....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three is too many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel empty...lonely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ll never surender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ll fight till I stop living...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart will always feal the miss of your smile, your eyes, your touch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have said to me that I´m to wild, not willing to accept things as they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m in love with life and living...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised miself to never let an opportunity go by and not take it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life to the most and enjoy every single secund of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your heart I`ll always keep you in mine. I`ll always be waiting for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(S.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113879746147172849?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113879746147172849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113879746147172849&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113879746147172849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113879746147172849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-last-word.html' title='one last word....'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113862096700790255</id><published>2006-01-30T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T03:36:07.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call off the search...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/angel%20tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/angel%20tears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't spend my life&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for an angel to descend&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a rainbow with an end&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've found you I'll call off the search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't spend my life&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at the stars up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if love will pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've found you I'll call off the search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on my own&lt;br /&gt;I would never have known&lt;br /&gt;This world that I see today&lt;br /&gt;And I've got a feeling&lt;br /&gt;It won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't end my days&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that love would come along&lt;br /&gt;Because you are in my life&lt;br /&gt;Where you belong&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've found you&lt;br /&gt;I'll call off the search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've found you&lt;br /&gt;I'll call off the search...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you... S. ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113862096700790255?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113862096700790255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113862096700790255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113862096700790255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113862096700790255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/01/call-off-search.html' title='Call off the search...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113862011733395096</id><published>2006-01-30T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T03:21:57.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A neve...o mar...tu...a tua ausencia...a ti...para ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/WISHING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/WISHING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio é a palavra que habita, que palpita&lt;br /&gt;Toda a música que faço.&lt;br /&gt;É a cidade onde aportam os navios&lt;br /&gt;Cheios de sons, de distância, de cansaço.&lt;br /&gt;É esta rua onde despida a valentia&lt;br /&gt;A cobardia se embriaga pelo aço.&lt;br /&gt;É o sórdido cinema onde penetro&lt;br /&gt;E encoberto me devolvo ao teu regaço.&lt;br /&gt;É a luz que incendeia as minhas veias,&lt;br /&gt;Os fantasmas que se soltam no olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Que te acompanham nos lugares onde passeias,&lt;br /&gt;É o porto onde me perco a respirar.&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio são os gritos de mil gruas,&lt;br /&gt;E o som eterno das barcaças&lt;br /&gt;Que chiando navegam pelas ruas,&lt;br /&gt;E dos rostos que se escondem nas vidraças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera poder conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Esse silêncio que trazes em ti,&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera poder encontrar&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio que fazes por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo silêncio se mata,&lt;br /&gt;Por silêncio se morre,&lt;br /&gt;Tens o meu sangue nas veias,&lt;br /&gt;Será que é por mim que ele corre?&lt;br /&gt;Somos dois estranhos&lt;br /&gt;Perdidos na paz,&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Sozinhos demais,&lt;br /&gt;Somos dois momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Dois ventos cansados,&lt;br /&gt;Em busca da memória&lt;br /&gt;De tempos passados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio é o rio que esconde&lt;br /&gt;O odor de um prédio enegrecido,&lt;br /&gt;O asfalto que me assalta quando paro,&lt;br /&gt;Assomado por um corpo já vencido.&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio são as luzes que se apagam&lt;br /&gt;Pela noite, na aurora já despida,&lt;br /&gt;E os homens e mulheres que na esquina&lt;br /&gt;Trocam prazeres, virtudes, talvez Sida.&lt;br /&gt;ilêncio é o branco do papel&lt;br /&gt;o negro pálido da mão,&lt;br /&gt;É a sombra que se esvai feita poema,&lt;br /&gt;Num grafitti que é gazela ou leão.&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio são as escadas do metro&lt;br /&gt;Onde poetas se mascaram de videntes,&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio é o crack que circula&lt;br /&gt;Entre as ruas eleitas confidentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera poder conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Esse silêncio que trazes em ti,&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera poder encontrar&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio que fazes por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo silêncio se mata,&lt;br /&gt;Por silêncio se morre,&lt;br /&gt;Tens o meu sangue nas veias,&lt;br /&gt;Será que é por mim que ele corre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio é este espaço que há em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Onde me escondo para chorar e ser chorado,&lt;br /&gt;É o pincel que se desfaz na tua boca,&lt;br /&gt;Em qualquer doca do teu seio decotado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti S. ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113862011733395096?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113862011733395096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113862011733395096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113862011733395096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113862011733395096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/01/neveo-martua-tua-ausenciaa-tipara-ti.html' title='A neve...o mar...tu...a tua ausencia...a ti...para ti...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113819873183976934</id><published>2006-01-25T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T06:18:51.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/Thinking%20of%20you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/Thinking%20of%20you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance does not exist because we are apart...&lt;br /&gt;But because we were together one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti S.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113819873183976934?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113819873183976934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113819873183976934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113819873183976934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113819873183976934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-day.html' title='One day...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113776813269300504</id><published>2006-01-20T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T06:42:12.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piece by piece...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all must go&lt;br /&gt;Your scent upon my pillow&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;to your whispers in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;And then our lips will part&lt;br /&gt;In my mind and in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Cos your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Went deeper than my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piece by piece&lt;br /&gt;is how I'll let go of you&lt;br /&gt;Kiss by kiss&lt;br /&gt;Will leave my mind one at a time&lt;br /&gt;One at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all must fly,&lt;br /&gt;My dreams of you and I,&lt;br /&gt;There's no point of holding on to those&lt;br /&gt;And then our ties will break,&lt;br /&gt;For your and my own sake,&lt;br /&gt;Just remember,&lt;br /&gt;This is what you chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piece by piece&lt;br /&gt;Is how I'll let go of you&lt;br /&gt;Kiss by kiss,&lt;br /&gt;will leave my mind one at a time&lt;br /&gt;One at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll shed like skin,&lt;br /&gt;Our memories of lazy days,&lt;br /&gt;And fade away the shadow of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piece by piece&lt;br /&gt;Is how I'll let go of you&lt;br /&gt;Kiss by kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Will leave my mind one at a time&lt;br /&gt;One at a time&lt;br /&gt;One at a time&lt;br /&gt;One at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never to forget you...(s)....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113776813269300504?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113776813269300504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113776813269300504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113776813269300504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113776813269300504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/01/piece-by-piece.html' title='Piece by piece...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113776738001157379</id><published>2006-01-20T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T06:29:40.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard times....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/kikyo%20purity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/kikyo%20purity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É nas alturas mais dificeis que vemos quem e o que nos rodeia...&lt;br /&gt;Temos feitios parecidos...&lt;br /&gt;Muito fechados...guardamos tudo em nos e para nos...&lt;br /&gt;Raramente o demonstramos ou, pior , o dizemos a quem gostamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a minha vida tenho guardado muita coisa em mim, e fui acusado de não me abrir...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ao escrever estas linhas abro mais um pouko...&lt;br /&gt;será reflexo de ti?!certamente...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que não estas(estavas) bem...&lt;br /&gt;Não k eu fosse ou pudesse mudar algo...mas estava ali contigo...&lt;br /&gt;(you know what i´m talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre estarei...&lt;br /&gt;no matter what...no matter where...&lt;br /&gt;Part of us is forever united.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you...your smile...your eyes...your hair...your touch...&lt;br /&gt;I miss them...&lt;br /&gt;and your kiss too...&lt;br /&gt;(s.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijo doce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113776738001157379?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113776738001157379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113776738001157379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113776738001157379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113776738001157379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/01/hard-times.html' title='Hard times....'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113750786102430801</id><published>2006-01-17T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T06:24:21.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moments in time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/sailor-moon-tuxedo-mask-and-usagixxxx.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/sailor-moon-tuxedo-mask-and-usagixxxx.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Onde estiveres, eu estou&lt;br /&gt;Onde tu fores, eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Se tu quiseres assim&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo é o teu mundo&lt;br /&gt;E um beijo um segundo&lt;br /&gt;És parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para onde olhares, eu corro&lt;br /&gt;Se me faltares, eu morro&lt;br /&gt;Quando vieres, distante&lt;br /&gt;Soltam-se amarras&lt;br /&gt;E tocam guitarras&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, como dantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Sente o tempo que eu perdi&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Que amanhã não estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Sente o tempo que eu perdi&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Que amanhã não estou aqui"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti... beijo doce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113750786102430801?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113750786102430801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113750786102430801&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113750786102430801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113750786102430801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/01/moments-in-time.html' title='moments in time...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113690952080133983</id><published>2006-01-10T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T08:12:00.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" a kiss is still a kiss..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/u%20mean%20more.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/u%20mean%20more.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hoje acordei cego... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao abrir os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Vi os teus&lt;br /&gt;A olharem-me&lt;br /&gt;A sorrirem-me&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo... apenas um! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prendo-me nesse momento&lt;br /&gt;Que vai girando na minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Como um sonho real&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos olhares enleados&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de um só íntimo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele abraço...&lt;br /&gt;O fogo do teu peito colado ao meu&lt;br /&gt;Forte... envolvente&lt;br /&gt;Criado á medida certa&lt;br /&gt;Para se ensamblar ao meu&lt;br /&gt;Foi como se tudo se apagasse&lt;br /&gt;Não existisse mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma extrema paz interior... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um tudo e um nada&lt;br /&gt;Um preenchimento de algo inexplicável...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto o calor do beijo, o teu sabor&lt;br /&gt;Os meus lábios colados nos teus&lt;br /&gt;Numa fúria de quem busca...&lt;br /&gt;Consumindo esse beijo... o único! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beijo!&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que perdurará em mim&lt;br /&gt;Até que os meus olhos se fechem&lt;br /&gt;Para o mundo... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti...&lt;br /&gt;o momento será sempre nosso...&lt;/div&gt;Teus labios pedem k os beije, sempre que o nosso olhar se cruza...&lt;br /&gt;sweet kiss my dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(poema de uma amiga, mto bonito e k gostei mto...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113690952080133983?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113690952080133983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113690952080133983&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113690952080133983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113690952080133983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/01/kiss-is-still-kiss.html' title='&quot; a kiss is still a kiss...&quot;'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113620642218483686</id><published>2006-01-02T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T04:53:42.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A ti...e a um ano de 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/ccs22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/ccs22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que tenhas tudo o que mais desejas em 2006...&lt;br /&gt;Que tenhas ainda mais alegria, felicidade e sucesso do que tiveste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 fica gravado em mim para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei o teu sorriso e o teu terno olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram gravados em mim de uma forma inexplicavel...&lt;br /&gt;Recordei à meia-noite, o 1º beijo, o 1º toque, o 1º sorriso, o 1º olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os varios momentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E senti a tua falta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2006 bring us together again and to very special moments we had...&lt;br /&gt;May your smile be even more warm than before...&lt;br /&gt;May your beautiful eyes once again meet mine and sail away, no matter were but just go....&lt;br /&gt;May your hands once again touch my hands, and your arms hold me tight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijo doce linda...&lt;br /&gt;miss you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113620642218483686?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113620642218483686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113620642218483686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113620642218483686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113620642218483686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/01/tie-um-ano-de-2006.html' title='A ti...e a um ano de 2006'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113620461682615294</id><published>2006-01-02T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T04:23:36.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/sailor-moon-tuxedo-mask-and-usagixxxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/sailor-moon-tuxedo-mask-and-usagixxxx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos na vida em que sentimos tanto a falta de alguém que o que mais queremos é tirar esta pessoa de nossos sonhos e abraçá-la.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhe com aquilo que você quiser.&lt;br /&gt;Vá para onde você queira ir.&lt;br /&gt;Seja o que você quer ser, porque você possui apenas uma vida e nela só temos uma chance de fazer aquilo que queremos.&lt;br /&gt;Tenha felicidade bastante para fazê-la doce.&lt;br /&gt;Dificuldades para fazê-la forte.&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza para fazê-la humana.&lt;br /&gt;E esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mais felizes não têm as melhores coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Elas sabem fazer o melhor das oportunidades que aparecem em seus caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram.&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que se machucam.&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.&lt;br /&gt;E para aqueles que reconhecem a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;O futuro mais brilhante é baseado num passado intensamente vivido.&lt;br /&gt;Você só terá sucesso na vida quando perdoar os erros e as decepções do passado.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é curta, mas as emoções que podemos deixar duram uma eternidade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por uma amiga M.P.&lt;br /&gt;beijos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113620461682615294?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113620461682615294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113620461682615294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113620461682615294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113620461682615294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2006/01/life.html' title='LIFE....'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113588966804437632</id><published>2005-12-29T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:54:28.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os amigos...e a ausencia deles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/mirokusango6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/mirokusango6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Falsos amigos não preciso, dispenso a vossa inveja&lt;br /&gt;Nunca hei-de vos ligar puto, seja pelo que seja&lt;br /&gt;Quem fala nas minhas costas, respeita-me a cara&lt;br /&gt;Para serem porcos a sério juntem-se logo a uma vara&lt;br /&gt;Quem é meu amigo, eu reconheço e respeito&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço por tudo, guardo sempre no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Não tem jeito nenhum já me conheceres agora&lt;br /&gt;Porque viste uma foto nossa no jornal à uma hora&lt;br /&gt;Interesseiros não me interessam, estão condenados&lt;br /&gt;Ao desprezo, não passam de inimigos disfarçados&lt;br /&gt;Falsos, invejosos, até aos ossos, hipócritas&lt;br /&gt;Dás-me uma mão, com a outra espetas-me nas costas&lt;br /&gt;Respostas pás minhas perguntas eu procuro&lt;br /&gt;De futuro já sabes, desiste porque eu estou seguro&lt;br /&gt;Falas do que não sabes, só causas entraves&lt;br /&gt;O respeito por ti caiu como na Amazónia aves&lt;br /&gt;Todos os tivemos a não ser eles próprios&lt;br /&gt;Falsos como notas de 5000 nojentos como mictórios&lt;br /&gt;Penetram-se como supositórios eles chegam a ser tão impessoais como cartórios&lt;br /&gt;Falsos amigos verdadeiros inimigos é igual&lt;br /&gt;Era normal, agora queres-nos juntos como pimenta e sal&lt;br /&gt;Na mesa mas debaixo divides como um cacho de bananas&lt;br /&gt;Comido por macacos nas Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;A aura que emanas não convence&lt;br /&gt;És baixo como o Prince, confiei em ti e tiras o que me pertence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falsos amigos são fingidos, estamos protegidos contra inimigos&lt;br /&gt;Eles baralham-te os sentidos, trazem-te sentimentos distorcidos, falsos amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não te apresenta facturas pelo que faz por ti&lt;br /&gt;Tem respeito, não se esconde quando se ri de ti&lt;br /&gt;Caguei pra ti, sou real e verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou herói, mas ainda ontem era azeiteiro&lt;br /&gt;És foleiro, estranho como um estrangeiro&lt;br /&gt;Sou dono do meu mundo no qual tu és forasteiro&lt;br /&gt;Não tem significado, o que dizes está errado&lt;br /&gt;Devias saber que não vales um tostão furado&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado estou contente, agora está assente&lt;br /&gt;Não vou em conversas&lt;br /&gt;Não precisam de ter pressas&lt;br /&gt;Tanta graxa que dás, tornarias as nuvens pretas&lt;br /&gt;Dantes não era assim, tu só tens tretas&lt;br /&gt;Outros são o contrário, dantes tudo bem agora tudo mal&lt;br /&gt;São tão vulgares como água num arrozal&lt;br /&gt;Querem a tua ajuda mas não te dão hipótese&lt;br /&gt;Dão uma mão mas não passa de uma prótese&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não te defende e elogia com a mentira&lt;br /&gt;Ofende com a verdade por muito que esta te fira&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não finje que não te conhece num dia&lt;br /&gt;Para noutro pedir um favor, sabe que precisa&lt;br /&gt;Falso, quando te vejo, um escorpião vem-me à ideia&lt;br /&gt;Assemelhaste a uma aranha que espera na sua teia&lt;br /&gt;És falso, com 2 caras, 2 poses, 2 atitudes&lt;br /&gt;Mind da Gap não te grama mesmo que nos chamem rudes&lt;br /&gt;Mind da Gap não te grama mesmo que nos chamem rudes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falsos amigos são fingidos, estamos protegidos contra inimigos&lt;br /&gt;Eles baralham-te os sentidos, trazem-te sentimentos distorcidos, falsos amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind da Gap não te grama mesmo que nos chamem rudes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos os meus verdadeiros amigos: sinto a vossa falta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estava preparado para a ausencia da minha mãe...&lt;br /&gt;mas não para a ausencia dos meus amigos...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113588966804437632?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113588966804437632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113588966804437632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113588966804437632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113588966804437632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2005/12/os-amigose-ausencia-deles.html' title='Os amigos...e a ausencia deles...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113588812641802194</id><published>2005-12-29T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:31:22.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/DSC00054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/DSC00054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road&lt;br /&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go&lt;br /&gt;So make the best of this test, and don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth it was worth all the while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you make me feel when I´m beside you...&lt;br /&gt;It´s unpredictable, but in the end is always wonderfull....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always take the moment as the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;beijo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113588812641802194?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113588812641802194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113588812641802194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113588812641802194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113588812641802194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2005/12/momento.html' title='Momento...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113578927516162914</id><published>2005-12-28T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T09:01:15.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>linguagem universal...a musica,esta musica...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/think.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/320/think.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que ainda me resta tempo contigo,&lt;br /&gt;ou já te levam balas de um qualquer inimigo.&lt;br /&gt;Será que soube dar-te tudo o que querias,&lt;br /&gt;ou deixei-me morrer lento, no lento morrer dos dias.&lt;br /&gt;Será que fiz tudo que podia fazer,&lt;br /&gt;ou fui mais um cobarde, não quis ver sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;Será que lá longe ainda o céu é azul,&lt;br /&gt;ou já o negro cinzento confunde Norte com Sul.&lt;br /&gt;Será que a tua pele ainda é macia,&lt;br /&gt;ou é a mão que me treme, sem ardor nem magia.&lt;br /&gt;será que ainda te posso valer,&lt;br /&gt;ou já a noite descobre a dor que encobre o prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Será que é de febre este fogo,&lt;br /&gt;este grito cruel que da lebre faz lobo.&lt;br /&gt;Será que amanhã ainda existe para ti,&lt;br /&gt;ou ao ver-te nos olhos te beijei e morri.&lt;br /&gt;Será que lá fora os carros passam ainda,&lt;br /&gt;ou as estrelas caíram e qualquer sorte é bem-vinda.&lt;br /&gt;Será que a cidade ainda está como dantes&lt;br /&gt;ou cantam fantasmas e bailam gigantes.&lt;br /&gt;Será que o sol se põe do lado do mar,&lt;br /&gt;ou a luz que me agarra é sombra de luar.&lt;br /&gt;Será que as casas cantam e as pedras do chão,&lt;br /&gt;ou calou-se a montanha, rendeu-se o vulcão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que sabes que hoje é Domingo,&lt;br /&gt;ou os dias não passam, são anjos caindo.&lt;br /&gt;Será que me consegues ouvir&lt;br /&gt;ou é tempo que pedes quando tentas sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Será que sabes que te trago na voz,&lt;br /&gt;que o teu mundo é o meu mundo e foi feito por nós.&lt;br /&gt;Será que te lembras da cor do olhar&lt;br /&gt;quando juntos a noite não quer acabar.&lt;br /&gt;Será que sentes esta mão que te agarra&lt;br /&gt;que te prende com a força do mar contra a barra.&lt;br /&gt;Será que consegues ouvir-me dizer&lt;br /&gt;que te amo tanto quanto noutro dia qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que tu estarás sempre por mim&lt;br /&gt;Não há noite sem dia, nem dia sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que me queres, e me amas também&lt;br /&gt;me desejas agora como nunca ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Não partas então, não me deixes sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Vou beijar o teu chão e chorar o caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Será,&lt;br /&gt;Será,&lt;br /&gt;Será!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113578927516162914?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113578927516162914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113578927516162914&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113578927516162914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113578927516162914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2005/12/linguagem-universala-musicaesta-musica.html' title='linguagem universal...a musica,esta musica...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113577391327204843</id><published>2005-12-28T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T04:45:13.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a dream....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/omg-new%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/320/omg-new%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que sou exagerado...&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que não é bem assim...&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que estou apenas a ser simpatico...&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que não és tudo isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por muita vezes que te o diga, jamais será suficiente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you once, I´de fell in love for you...&lt;br /&gt;I told you it was stronger than me...&lt;br /&gt;I told you your smile brought joy to my life...&lt;br /&gt;I told you your eyes smiled to me like a worm ray of sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it...I think I made a mistake...&lt;br /&gt;And that pulled you away from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I just miss you...and I cant forget the moments we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still today, It dosent pass a day that I dont remember our moments together...&lt;br /&gt;And the way you touched me...and the way your eyes smiled to me...&lt;br /&gt;And how warm your lips were, when we kissed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing you a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet kiss....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113577391327204843?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113577391327204843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113577391327204843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113577391327204843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113577391327204843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2005/12/like-dream.html' title='Like a dream....'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113570401853286646</id><published>2005-12-27T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T09:20:18.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a barreira invisivel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/trilhasum1vz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/320/trilhasum1vz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será a distancia uma barreira....?&lt;br /&gt;Será a vontade ( ou a falta dela) uma barreira....?&lt;br /&gt;Será a solidão uma barreira....?&lt;br /&gt;Será uma união/compromisso/casamento uma barreira....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será um olhar uma barreira....?&lt;br /&gt;Será um toque uma barreira...?&lt;br /&gt;Será o desejo uma barreira...?&lt;br /&gt;Será a diferença de idades(ou a ausencia dela) uma barreira....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostar de ti jamais será uma barreira...&lt;br /&gt;missing your smile...&lt;br /&gt;beijo doce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113570401853286646?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113570401853286646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113570401853286646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113570401853286646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113570401853286646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2005/12/barreira-invisivel.html' title='a barreira invisivel...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113526655159029250</id><published>2005-12-22T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T07:49:11.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/sinonatal07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/320/sinonatal07.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends , the ones that are close to me and the others not so close....and the persons that waist time seeing my blog, I wish you all a very sweet Christmas and a Happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know how much I care for you...I wont put any names, but they are all in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113526655159029250?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113526655159029250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113526655159029250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113526655159029250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113526655159029250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-all.html' title='To all...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113516794671667547</id><published>2005-12-21T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T04:25:46.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma voz amiga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/prendanatal10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/320/prendanatal10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORAÇÃO DE NATAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, começo a ouvir os primeiros toques das músicas de Natal.&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração começa a bater mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se é porque está acabando o anoou se é porque tenho muito que agradecer.&lt;br /&gt;Ou se tenho que dizer para Ti, para meus amigos, muito obrigado...&lt;br /&gt;São tantas as ideias, são tantas as coisas que aconteceram.&lt;br /&gt;São tantos os momentos que ocorreram neste ano,que já me perdi em lágrimas, sorrisos, recordações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ficaram os apertos de mão e os abraços recebidos.&lt;br /&gt;São tantas e tantas coisas…muito obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que devo agradecer por mais um ano e com ele mil sonhos e mil ideias para acontecerem.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, diante deste turbilhão de coisas e acontecimentos, eu venho Te pedir...&lt;br /&gt;Tu mesmo me ensinaste a pedir, mas não sei pedir...&lt;br /&gt;Estou como uma criança, diante de uma loja de brinquedos.&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, ensina-me a pedir!&lt;br /&gt;Ensina-me a ter um coração de Salomão, que só pediu sabedoria.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração de criança, que só pede amor.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração de doente, que só pede saúde.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração de monge, que só pede tranquilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração de cego, que só pede para enxergar.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração de guerreiro, que só pede coragem.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração de mãe, que só pede união na família.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração de pai, que só pede que não falte nada.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração de virgem, que só pede realização na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração de médico, que só pede para que possa ajudar os outros.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração de sábio, que só pede a paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;que este pobre e humilde coração, possa neste Natal apenas bater uníssono com o coração de Deus e que possa ter em minha mente um só pensamento: o Teu Pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Para que saiba dizer Feliz Natal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cedido por Manuela Pinheiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113516794671667547?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113516794671667547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113516794671667547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113516794671667547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113516794671667547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2005/12/uma-voz-amiga.html' title='Uma voz amiga...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113516763658099354</id><published>2005-12-21T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T04:20:36.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sorriso a uma amiga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/arvnatal46.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/320/arvnatal46.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantiga do Natal Maria Dolores&lt;br /&gt;Eis o Natal brilhando novamente... Sob as lembranças em que me aprofundo, Revejo-te, Jesus, sobre a palha singela No Grande Alvorece, iluminando o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, no mundo, o amor se estende, O progresso do bem se espalha e avança, Unem-se os templos para a mesma fé,&lt;br /&gt;A caridade é luz de socorro e esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torno a escutar os anjos e os pastores&lt;br /&gt;Na divina canção que o tempo nos descerra:&lt;br /&gt;Glória a Deus nas Alturas, paz aos homens,&lt;br /&gt;Boa vontade para toda a Terra!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Natal reaparece... A Terra inteira&lt;br /&gt;Renova-se ao clarão de Sol renovador…&lt;br /&gt;E cantamos, Jesus, sentindo-se a presença:&lt;br /&gt;Louvado seja Deus! Bendito seja o amor!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por Manuela Pinheiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113516763658099354?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113516763658099354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113516763658099354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113516763658099354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113516763658099354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2005/12/um-sorriso-uma-amiga.html' title='Um sorriso a uma amiga...'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14022327.post-113474018383279316</id><published>2005-12-16T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T05:36:23.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A inexplicável força do mar…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/1600/mar%20de%20espinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/23/1256/400/mar%20de%20espinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por onde começar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se disser que o mar têm força,&lt;br /&gt;será insignificante...&lt;br /&gt;Se disser que 1000 tonelas de pressão é força,&lt;br /&gt;é pouco...&lt;br /&gt;Se disser que o teu sorriso me cativa e atrai...&lt;br /&gt;será...&lt;br /&gt;a inexplicável força...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se disser que o céu têm milhares de estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;será distante...&lt;br /&gt;Se disser que o sol têm um calor extremo,&lt;br /&gt;será demasiado frio...&lt;br /&gt;se eu disser que o teu olhar me cativa e atrai...&lt;br /&gt;será...&lt;br /&gt;A inexplicável força…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do gostar de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(para ti num dia especial-15/12/05)&lt;br /&gt;Beijo doce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14022327-113474018383279316?l=fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/feeds/113474018383279316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14022327&amp;postID=113474018383279316&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113474018383279316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14022327/posts/default/113474018383279316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromdusktilldawnportugal.blogspot.com/2005/12/inexplicvel-fora-do-mar.html' title='A inexplicável força do mar…'/><author><name>Saldanha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160587041306233958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQavw17AbhE/StuZFRIyPkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9TK1vqJHQNE/S220/12102008248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
