<?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-20197351</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:10:41.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Neste mundo teu</title><subtitle type='html'>Lágrimas de mar, soltas no teu olhar..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-116844987716425385</id><published>2007-01-10T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T17:24:37.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos momentos difíceis&lt;br /&gt;Ponho-me a pensar,&lt;br /&gt;Como são inesquecíveis&lt;br /&gt;Os amigos que nos quiseram ajudar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;É talvez o melhor da vida&lt;br /&gt;Poder ajudar,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar a parte perdida&lt;br /&gt;Que parecia faltar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mas os amigos gosto de recordar,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo aqueles que não posso ver,&lt;br /&gt;Não deixo de perguntar&lt;br /&gt;Se estarão a sofrer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mais queria poder ajudar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas também tenho sofrido,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por só em mim pensar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez algum amigo tenha esquecido.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Os dias vão passando,&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas têm de viver,&lt;br /&gt;E as memórias vão ficando&lt;br /&gt;Na cabeça de quem não as consegue esquecer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Os amigos não devemos esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;E com eles nos devemos preocupar,&lt;br /&gt;Pois foram eles que de tudo fizeram&lt;br /&gt;Para não nos verem chorar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dedicado aos amigos que me têm aturado nesta mudança de página.&lt;br /&gt;HA e SA - PA - LL, CF e TN&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-116844987716425385?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/116844987716425385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=116844987716425385&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/116844987716425385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/116844987716425385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2007/01/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-116306284474104887</id><published>2006-11-09T08:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T09:01:40.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Fora de tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/UOAH03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/UOAH03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Estranho o triste olhar,&lt;br /&gt;É algo que não quero ver,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que te ajudar,&lt;br /&gt;Pois não te quero ver sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas alturas em que sofri&lt;br /&gt;Tu sempre me ajudaste,&lt;br /&gt;Mas na altura em que gostei de ti&lt;br /&gt;Tu não me amaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por tu não me teres amado,&lt;br /&gt;Nada vou dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Podia ter-me magoado,&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora estás a sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a minha ajuda não quiseres,&lt;br /&gt;Minha ajuda posso dar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas se a minha ajuda não quiseres,&lt;br /&gt;Nada posso mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ajudar,&lt;br /&gt;Porque também me ajudaste,&lt;br /&gt;Espero que eu possa continuar,&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que não acabaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-116306284474104887?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/116306284474104887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=116306284474104887&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/116306284474104887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/116306284474104887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/11/fora-de-tempo.html' title='Fora de tempo'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-116170190234956508</id><published>2006-10-24T15:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T15:58:22.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/fp70_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/fp70_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A felicidade exige valentia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes mas, não esqueço de que minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo, e posso evitar que ela vá à falência.&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer  que vale a pena viver apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise. Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e se tornar um autor da própria história.&lt;br /&gt;É atrevessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma.&lt;br /&gt;É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida. Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos. É saber falar de si mesmo. É ter coragem para ouvir um "não". É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.&lt;br /&gt;Pedras no caminho?&lt;br /&gt;Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-116170190234956508?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/116170190234956508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=116170190234956508&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/116170190234956508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/116170190234956508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/10/ser-feliz.html' title='Ser feliz'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-115926892034118005</id><published>2006-09-26T11:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T12:18:49.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chama de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/brn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/brn2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já perdoei erros quase imperdoáveis, tentei substituir pessoas insubstituíveis e esquecer pessoas inesquecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;Já fiz coisas por impulso, já me decepcionei com pessoas quando nunca pensei me decepcionar, mas também já decepcionei alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Já abracei para proteger, já dei risada quando não podia, fiz amigos eternos, amei e fui amado, mas também fui rejeitado, fui amado e não amei.&lt;br /&gt;Já gritei e pulei de tanta felicidade, já vivi de amor e fiz juras eternas, "quebrei a cara" muitas vezes!&lt;br /&gt;Já chorei ouvindo música e vendo fotos, já liguei só para escutar uma voz, me apaixonei por um sorriso, já pensei que fosse morrer de tanta saudade e tive medo de perder alguém especial.&lt;br /&gt;Mas vivi! E ainda vivo! Não passo pela vida...&lt;br /&gt;Bom mesmo é ir à luta com determinação, abraçar a vida e viver com paixão, perder com classe e vencer com ousadia, porque o mundo pertence a quem se atreve e a vida é MUITO para ser insignificante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Chaplin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Merci Tissia!&lt;/span&gt; Tu est une etoile dans ma vie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-115926892034118005?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/115926892034118005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=115926892034118005&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/115926892034118005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/115926892034118005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/09/chama-de-vida.html' title='Chama de vida'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-115747227131201790</id><published>2006-09-05T16:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T17:10:24.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por não te poder amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/pntp02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/pntp02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não me sai da memória&lt;br /&gt;Aquele lindo sorriso;&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer uma história&lt;br /&gt;Mas é dele que preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso adoro,&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso quero,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que é por ele que choro,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que por ele espero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao sorriso quero brindar,&lt;br /&gt;Foi ele que me deu alegria,&lt;br /&gt;É a dona dele que quero amar,&lt;br /&gt;É a dona dele que queria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pena que nada disso possa ser,&lt;br /&gt;Fico apenas com a amizade;&lt;br /&gt;Acabará por me esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter piedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim triste saio daqui&lt;br /&gt;Sem levar teu lindo sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que te perdi&lt;br /&gt;Sem fazer o que era preciso.&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/20197351-115747227131201790?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/115747227131201790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=115747227131201790&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/115747227131201790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/115747227131201790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/09/por-no-te-poder-amar.html' title='Por não te poder amar'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-115675671601647408</id><published>2006-08-28T10:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T11:42:40.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All I ask of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/g_photo03_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/g_photo03_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No more talk of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;forget these wide-eyed fears;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, nothing can harm you,&lt;br /&gt;my words will warm and calm you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your freedom,&lt;br /&gt;let daylight dry your tears;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, with you, beside you,&lt;br /&gt;to guard you and to guide you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Say you love me every waking moment,&lt;br /&gt;turn my head with talk of summertime.&lt;br /&gt;Say you need me with you now and always;&lt;br /&gt;promise me that all you say is true,&lt;br /&gt;that's all I ask of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me be your shelter,&lt;br /&gt;let me be your light;&lt;br /&gt;you're safe, no one will find you,&lt;br /&gt;your fears are far behind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;All I want is freedom,&lt;br /&gt;a world with no more night;&lt;br /&gt;and you, always beside me,&lt;br /&gt;to hold me and to hide me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime;&lt;br /&gt;let me lead you from your solitude.&lt;br /&gt;Say you need me with you, here beside you,&lt;br /&gt;anywhere you go, let me go too,&lt;br /&gt;Christine, that's all I ask of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime;&lt;br /&gt;say the word and I will follow you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Share each day with me,&lt;br /&gt;each night, each morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Say you love me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love me, that's all I ask of you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Andrew Lloyd Webber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não pude deixar de publicar aqui esta obra de arte. Vi ontem o filme do musical &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Phantom of the Opera"&lt;/span&gt; e senti-me emocionalmente enriquecido. É uma obra de génio pelo que fiquei fã do Andrew Lloyd Webber, um compositor por excelência, um verdadeiro Senhor da Música. Entre as várias músicas do musical escolhi a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"All I ask of you" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pois identifico alguns dos meus textos precedentes com esta descarga emocional, este encontrar de saber, o aprender do que se deseja. Quem não viu, não perca. É inigualável!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-115675671601647408?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/115675671601647408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=115675671601647408&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/115675671601647408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/115675671601647408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-i-ask-of-you.html' title='All I ask of you'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-115581132669485931</id><published>2006-08-17T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T11:42:06.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vislumbre sereno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/sln02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/sln02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os anos ensinam muitas coisas que os dias desconhecem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-115581132669485931?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/115581132669485931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=115581132669485931&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/115581132669485931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/115581132669485931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/08/vislumbre-sereno.html' title='Vislumbre sereno'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-115393054259538091</id><published>2006-07-26T17:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T17:15:43.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you feel it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/ff45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/ff45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Feel the freedom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;find your essence inside your soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-115393054259538091?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/115393054259538091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=115393054259538091&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/115393054259538091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/115393054259538091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/07/can-you-feel-it.html' title='Can you feel it?'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-115314833587861669</id><published>2006-07-17T15:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:58:55.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo por entre os dedos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/mnc04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/mnc04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Conversa com um grande amigo.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;- Às vezes ponho-me a pensar que reações poderão existir e qual das situações seria melhor.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas diz-me: o que preferias? que tivesse passado por algo semelhante ou não?&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei bem, já tive as duas opiniões conforme a altura em que estava.&lt;br /&gt;- Bom tens que ter em mente que não vai ser nada fácil, - vais tremer que nem varas verdes, vais transpirar por todo lado, vais ter medo quando chegar a altura! - mas também não é impossível.&lt;br /&gt;- (suspiro grande)&lt;br /&gt;- Vais ter que saber gerir os sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas com tudo o que aconteceu, optei por deixar de tomar a iniciativa.&lt;br /&gt;- Se ninguém tomar a iniciativa não se vai a lado nenhum. Imagina que se sentem do mesmo modo que tu?&lt;br /&gt;- Pois, seja como for, vai acontecer. O problema é que se for cedo demais posso estragar o que quer que pudesse acontecer, se for tarde demais posso tornar-me injusto.&lt;br /&gt;- Mais uma vez vais ter que saber gerir os sentimentos. Fazê-lo qualquer um faz, fazê-lo bem é que é muito mais difícil.&lt;br /&gt;- (suspiro muito grande)&lt;br /&gt;- Lembra-te que a sinc..&lt;br /&gt;- a sinceridade é essencial. Eu sei. Mas não consigo deixar de pensar no assunto.&lt;br /&gt;- E a compreensão também. São duas coisas fundamentais de ambas as partes.&lt;br /&gt;- Pois. (suspiro enorme)&lt;br /&gt;- Bom...vai mais uma cerveja?&lt;br /&gt;- Claro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando receamos algum mal, o próprio facto de o recearmos atormenta-nos enquanto o aguardamos: teme-se vir a sofrer alguma coisa e sofre-se com o medo que se sente! Tal como nas doenças físicas há certos sintomas que a pressagiam, também um espírito débil se sente abalado, mesmo antes de qualquer mal se abater sobre ele: como que adivinha o mal futuro, e deixa-se vencer antes do tempo. Há coisa mais insensata do que nos angustiarmos com o futuro em vez de deixarmos chegar a hora da aflição, e atrairmos sobre nós todo um cúmulo de tormentos? A verdade é que nem o passado nem o futuro estão presentes, pelo que não podemos sentir qualquer deles. Ora a dor somente pode resultar de algo que se sente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Apesar de não parecer, estas conversas acalmam imenso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-115314833587861669?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/115314833587861669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=115314833587861669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/115314833587861669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/115314833587861669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/07/tempo-por-entre-os-dedos.html' title='Tempo por entre os dedos'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-115278205907538227</id><published>2006-07-13T10:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T10:19:35.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Primaveras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/pp30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/pp30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Foto by Ricardo Silva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Neste dia de verão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;o sol brilha tão distante. Gostaria de estar contigo não apenas neste dia mas sempre. E como a distância afecta-me mais do que seria suportável, dedico-te um pedaço de uma música, que é um pedaço do meu ser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel like shit,&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself tryna stay by the phone,&lt;br /&gt;Cause your voice always helps me when I feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Mike Shinoda e Ryu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Parabéns Papá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-115278205907538227?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/115278205907538227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=115278205907538227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/115278205907538227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/115278205907538227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/07/50-primaveras.html' title='50 Primaveras'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-115139682844171787</id><published>2006-06-27T09:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T11:49:51.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Espero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/spr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/spr2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Espero sempre por ti o dia inteiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando na praia sobe, de cinza e oiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O nevoeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E há em todas as coisas o agoiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De uma fantástica vinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Actualização: 2h18min após primeira publicação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Curiosamente, pouco depois de colocar aqui esta pequena letra que diz muito mais do que tudo o que pensei nos ultimos tempos, li um texto de uma amiguita (o meu licorzinho) do qual considero este pequeno "doce de letras" um apêndice. Ela falou num "síndrome de espera" e numa "virose-dependente-de-amor" ao que eu escrevi o seguinte comentário:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O homem é tanto a cura como o vírus da mulher. A mulher é tanto o vírus como a cura do homem. Tudo muda, tudo depende da ordem que se dão a estas qualidades. Do que vem primeiro e nos cativa ou repugna, e do que vem depois, que ou nos alimenta ou nos mata. Enquanto não vemos o que vêm depois...esperamos, e continuamos a esperar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esses genes que dizes que nascem com as mulheres, nascem na verdade com qualquer pessoa, a forma como eles se desenvolvem depois, é o que fazem dela o vírus ou a cura. Penso que já fui vírus e já fui cura... não gostei de ser vírus, e não gostei quando a cura deixou de fazer efeito... por isso repito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ESPERO...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-115139682844171787?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/115139682844171787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=115139682844171787&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/115139682844171787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/115139682844171787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/06/espero.html' title='Espero'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-114802949605930577</id><published>2006-05-19T09:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:57:25.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Dissipando no horizonte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/nds02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/nds02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Quando finalmente pude abrir os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;estava envolto em nevoeiro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Unchained Wings (6 months ago) - "Futuro naquela direção"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não há nevoeiro, por mais denso que seja, que não se dissipe. E faz hoje um ano em que começou o meu. O caminho que percorri, umas vezes mais iluminado, mas regra geral na maior escuridão, no maior sufoco e desespero que já tinha vivido. Consumido pelos meus demónios, abafado pela multidão em meu redor, vagueando sem saber que rumo tomar. Tropecei, caí, perdi as forças por várias vezes. O desânimo seguiu-me, a solidão tornou-se a minha companheira de escolha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas o tempo passa, e até todos esses sentimentos atingem o seu ponto de ruptura. Não sei se por ter ganho algum tipo de força, se por todas as pessoas terem de passar por algo semelhante e um dia, simplesmente, ter de acabar por si só. O que sei é que sobrevivi, e de há um tempo para cá, esse meu nevoeiro foi-se dissipando, aos poucos, mas de forma constante. Quando escrevi o &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Futuro naquela direcção"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sabia que tinha de seguir em frente, mas não conseguia ver como, nem para onde. Mas agora, passado um ano daquele dia que não esquecerei (possivelmente.... não, certamente o motivo de ter começado a escrever), as silhuetas do meu destino, as formas do meu querer foram e vão ganhando forma.&lt;br /&gt;Já não tenho medo daquela escuridão, já a consigo encarar de frente. Já sei como me levantar, voltei a dar os meus primeiros passos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Voltei a sorrir, voltei a viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-114802949605930577?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/114802949605930577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=114802949605930577&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/114802949605930577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/114802949605930577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/05/dissipando-no-horizonte.html' title='Dissipando no horizonte'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-114606643067000254</id><published>2006-04-26T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T16:47:10.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/rngpln02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/rngpln02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ilustres leitores... estarei de férias nas próximas semanas (a contar já desde as 17h30 de hoje), pelo que ainda vai demorar mais um pouco para nova actualização. No entanto pode ser que venha com alguns "picassos fotográficos" e "inspirados cantos lusitanos" para vos prendar após tão longa ausência! (e voçês pensam: "xiça que ele tá quase de volta")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfim...deixo um grande abraço para os jovens, e aquele beijinho para as meninas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Até breve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-114606643067000254?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/114606643067000254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=114606643067000254&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/114606643067000254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/114606643067000254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/04/frias.html' title='Férias =)'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-114380002563211301</id><published>2006-03-31T11:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T11:13:45.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdades - parte IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/desa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/desa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ter problemas é inevitável,&lt;br /&gt;ser derrotado por eles é opcional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-114380002563211301?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/114380002563211301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=114380002563211301&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/114380002563211301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/114380002563211301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/03/verdades-parte-iv.html' title='Verdades - parte IV'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-114362467118288030</id><published>2006-03-29T10:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:33:55.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Descoberta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/desc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/desc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ninguém nos pode privar da alegria do primeiro momento de consciência, ou seja, da descoberta. Mas se reclamamos as respectivas honras, a alegria corre grave risco de se desfazer. Porque na maior parte dos casos não somos os primeiros.&lt;br /&gt;O que é a descoberta? E quem pode dizer que descobriu isto ou aquilo?&lt;br /&gt;Que loucura é afinal alardear prioridades nesta matéria. Porque não querer confessar abertamente o plágio é arrogância e inconsciência.&lt;br /&gt;Há dois sentimentos que são os mais difíceis de ultrapassar: o que resulta de descobrir uma coisa que já foi descoberta e o que decorre de se não ver descoberto aquilo que se devia ter descoberto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As "entrelinhas" endireitam as "linhas".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;:Resposta a um comentário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-114362467118288030?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/114362467118288030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=114362467118288030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/114362467118288030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/114362467118288030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/03/descoberta.html' title='Descoberta'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-114319156280728978</id><published>2006-03-24T08:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:16:17.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Open your eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escondes o teu rosto para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Sonhas e buscas para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alguma vez estiveste à venda?"&lt;br /&gt;Quando os teus padrões são inteligentes,&lt;br /&gt;ou tão egoísta e inconsciente,&lt;br /&gt;com esse comentário no teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensas que és invencível?&lt;br /&gt;Mais resistente que os outros?&lt;br /&gt;Porque ages friamente míuda,&lt;br /&gt;se não és culpada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não dividas a tua mentalidade,&lt;br /&gt;sem pensares duas vezes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tua voz perdeu a razão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agora é tempo de enfrentares as mentiras.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Open your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não finjas que não vês,&lt;br /&gt;presa em ti mesma, liberta-te antes,&lt;br /&gt;derrota a máquina que trabalha na tua mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ofereces-me soluções&lt;br /&gt;se eu precisar delas?&lt;br /&gt;Entras naquele quarto,&lt;br /&gt;se eu te chamar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tu pensas que és melhor,&lt;br /&gt;muito melhor do que os outros.&lt;br /&gt;Admite que há um problema,&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que consegues dar o teu melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguma vez tiveste um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;ou a vida é só uma viagem?&lt;br /&gt;uma viagem sem oportunidades&lt;br /&gt;oportunidade de crescer depressa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escondes o teu rosto para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;sonhas e buscas para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Noite após noite nada sentes.&lt;br /&gt;Não há saída para fora do teu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes... open your mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-114319156280728978?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/114319156280728978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=114319156280728978&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/114319156280728978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/114319156280728978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/03/open-your-eyes.html' title='Open your eyes'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-114259399861015293</id><published>2006-03-17T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:24:04.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Rushing life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/solc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/solc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moving at speed of life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we are bound to collide with each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A vida..&lt;br /&gt;malabarismo com cinco bolas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;uma de borracha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;quatro de vidro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINGUÉM dá real valor aos diamantes da vida,&lt;br /&gt;até se dar conta que já não os têm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem é &lt;em&gt;história&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã é &lt;em&gt;mistério&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje é uma &lt;em&gt;dádiva&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life isn't a race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;or so i wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-114259399861015293?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/114259399861015293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=114259399861015293&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/114259399861015293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/114259399861015293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/03/rushing-life.html' title='Rushing life'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-114000286640785430</id><published>2006-02-15T10:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:39:22.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Living in the dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/PICT0078_7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/PICT0078_7.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Foto by Ricardo Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tento que a vida faça sentido,&lt;br /&gt;Pode alguêm fazer o que eu fiz?&lt;br /&gt;(a vida passou-me ao lado)&lt;br /&gt;(as cores do mundo passaram despercebidas)&lt;br /&gt;Pode alguêm ir até onde estou?&lt;br /&gt;(porque agora e novamente descobri onde estou)&lt;br /&gt;Tão lá em baixo...longe da luz,&lt;br /&gt;Um brilho vindo do sítio mais escuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansado de viver na escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me vê aqui em baixo?&lt;br /&gt;A sensação partiu,&lt;br /&gt;Não restou nada que me levante,&lt;br /&gt;de volta ao mundo que conheci?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha através dos meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;São portas abertas,&lt;br /&gt;Que guiam até ao meu tormento,&lt;br /&gt;Onde fiquei imóvel,&lt;br /&gt;Sem vida, alma que dorme fria algures,&lt;br /&gt;Até que a encontres e a conduzas de volta a casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acorda-me...&lt;br /&gt;Diz o meu nome...&lt;br /&gt;Salva-me da escuridão...&lt;br /&gt;Implora ao meu sangue que corra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;NÃO CONSIGO acordar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Salva-me antes que me vá...&lt;br /&gt;Salva-me do nada em que me tornei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que sei o que não tenho...não me abandones...&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me fôlego e torna-me real...traz-me de volta à vida!&lt;/span&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/20197351-114000286640785430?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/114000286640785430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=114000286640785430&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/114000286640785430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/114000286640785430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/02/living-in-dark.html' title='Living in the dark'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-113983622075599520</id><published>2006-02-13T13:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T13:11:26.430Z</updated><title type='text'>Verdades - parte III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/partiste2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/partiste2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um grande obstáculo à felicidade é esperar-se uma felicidade grande demais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-113983622075599520?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/113983622075599520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=113983622075599520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/113983622075599520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/113983622075599520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/02/verdades-parte-iii.html' title='Verdades - parte III'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-113956655833186697</id><published>2006-02-10T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-10T10:15:58.343Z</updated><title type='text'>Verdades - parte II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/passo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/passo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Uma grande viagem começa com um grande passo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-113956655833186697?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/113956655833186697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=113956655833186697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/113956655833186697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/113956655833186697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/02/verdades-parte-ii.html' title='Verdades - parte II'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-113879097132038634</id><published>2006-02-01T10:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T11:02:15.910Z</updated><title type='text'>Verdades - parte I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/breakup4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/breakup4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/breakup3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;É pouco provável que haja outra actividade, outra empreitada, que comece com tamanhas esperanças e espectativas e que, no entanto, fracasse tão regularmente quanto o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-113879097132038634?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/113879097132038634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=113879097132038634&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/113879097132038634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/113879097132038634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/02/verdades-parte-i.html' title='Verdades - parte I'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-113801565625544119</id><published>2006-01-23T11:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:29:20.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Perto do longe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/PICT0019_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/PICT0019_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foto by Ricardo Silva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Recebi uma sms tua.. já há algum tempo que não acontecia (desde que deixei de te responder). Fizeste-me uma pergunta simples além do socialmente correcto "testamento" do "como estás?"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Já vendeste o teu antigo carro? É que conheço quem esteja interessado..(bla bla)..responde..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ao que face à urgência da questão fui o mais prestável possível:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Td bem. Já vendi. Bjs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ao que de seguida e instintivamente desliguei o tlm. e continua desligado.. em breves minutos voltei a pensar em mudar de número (coisa que sempre condenei - ninguém tem que se sentir "obrigado" a mudar de numero por causa de terceiros dizia eu), voltei a sentir aquele friozinho na barriga de quem está nervoso e inseguro com uma situação nova e inesperada.. se bem que não é nada inesperado, até porque já tardava esta tua "aparição", mesmo assim mantenho-me desconfortável quando isto acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Que nervos...já andava tão calmo!!! Parece que me persegues nas piores alturas, quando eu mais preciso de enraizar a minha recente adquirida segurança! Porque fazes isso? Será que não sabes como me sinto? Não pode ser... és demasiado inteligente para não perceberes e conheces-me bem de mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca desejei a tua ausência, até medo tinha dela.. agora é a tua presença que receio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Como é enganadora a sensação de segurança! Do cimo de uma falésia estamos longe da rebentação das ondas, mas à distância de quem realmente vê.. fica tao perto que tudo devora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-113801565625544119?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/113801565625544119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=113801565625544119&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/113801565625544119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/113801565625544119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/01/perto-do-longe.html' title='Perto do longe'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-113717245162181622</id><published>2006-01-13T16:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:23:53.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Reflexo interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/amoravista2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/amoravista2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Foto by Cristiano Steffen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entras como um punhal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até à minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rasgas de estrelas e de sal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A carne da ferida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instala-te nas minas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dinamita e devora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque quem assassinas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É um monstro de lágrimas que adora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dá-me um beijo ou a morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anda. Avança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa lá a esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para quem a suporte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o mar e os montes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isso, sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não te amedrontes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atira-os sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atira-os de espada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque ficas vencida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou desta minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não fica nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar e montes teus beijos, meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sobre os meus férreos dentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mar e montes esperados com terror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De que te ausentes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mar e montes teus beijos, meu amor!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Amor à vista" by Fernando Echavarría&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O passado e o futuro juntos num único texto (o passado em memórias, o futuro em desejo), afinal de contas quem não tem sempre o amor à vista? Mesmo que diga que não, é algo sempre presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Promessas, entregas, sussurros, carinhos, calor... tudo ansiado, demasiado até.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mar e montes... não se encontram os beijos, encontra-se a paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mar e montes... procurarei por vós... continuarei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-113717245162181622?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/113717245162181622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=113717245162181622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/113717245162181622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/113717245162181622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/01/reflexo-interior.html' title='Reflexo interior'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-113648176622074170</id><published>2006-01-05T17:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-05T17:28:41.393Z</updated><title type='text'>Vício de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/viv.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/viv.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recordo-me daquele dia passado na praia, um dia quente de primavera. Não fomos para lá apanhar sol, ou tomar banho, como é habitual (de toalha, calções/bikini, protector solar) mas simplesmente fomos sem pensar para o último momento agradável que passamos juntos... sabíamos que ia ser o último... mas &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JÁ&lt;/span&gt; não havia modo de evitar o que se seguiria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivi intensamente esse dia, não que tenha feito de propósito, mas porque era algo que estava sempre associado a nós...a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;intensidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Por mais estranho que te pareça...foi uma das alturas em que me senti mais amado, naquele culminar repentino de vida...talvez anunciado, já não sei. Já não consigo distinguir o que se tornou numa linha tênue entre o perfeito e o &lt;em&gt;“quebrar de um feitiço”&lt;/em&gt;... foi tão repentino que por vezes quando acordo durante a noite chego a duvidar (mesmo que por breves instantes) que se tenham passado cerca 7 meses de algo que, na minha incredulidade, nunca admiti ter hipótese.Muita coisa mudou desde então...7 longos meses...tão longos que morri e voltei a viver...e no entanto continuo a escrever akilo k para mim foi um vício, um vício do qual eu dependia, mas um vício que também dependia de mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será então que mudou tanto assim? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prefiro acreditar que sim.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-113648176622074170?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/113648176622074170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=113648176622074170&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/113648176622074170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/113648176622074170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/01/vcio-de-ti.html' title='Vício de ti'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20197351.post-113630871599922577</id><published>2006-01-03T17:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:20:36.746Z</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/1600/Welcome-Carpet-s.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1313/2019/320/Welcome-Carpet-s.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sejam todos bem vindos ao meu novo refúgio...mas uma vez mais o vosso mundo...neste mundo teu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano novo...vida nova? Será? Não há alternativa senão esperar que os meus pedaços aqui sejam escritos para que sejam voçês a julgar, "opinar", ou simplesmente deixarem os vossos pedaços!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pequeno agradecimento a quem me tem feito passar por cá:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***!!!Terrestrezinha!!!***&lt;br /&gt;(a minha madrinha) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETdoIdo&lt;br /&gt;(o meu blogmaster)&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-te a maior das forças rapaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakel&lt;br /&gt;(o meu licor de chocolate) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços e beijinhos para todos os que percorreram as minhas&lt;/span&gt; palavras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20197351-113630871599922577?l=nestemundoteu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/feeds/113630871599922577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20197351&amp;postID=113630871599922577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/113630871599922577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20197351/posts/default/113630871599922577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nestemundoteu.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Unchained Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
