<?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-27340301</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:01:09.715+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...Thoughts...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-3938902472946268554</id><published>2008-09-14T23:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:19:41.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Viva la Vida" =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O5I3RPbS8aI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O5I3RPbS8aI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay no seu melhor...como sempre...para quando um concerto hum?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-3938902472946268554?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3938902472946268554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=3938902472946268554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/3938902472946268554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/3938902472946268554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/viva-la-vida.html' title='&quot;Viva la Vida&quot; =)'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-4063772748221387130</id><published>2008-07-23T23:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:50:35.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando estás longe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O tempo parece que passa mais devagar...&lt;br /&gt;As saudades apertam...&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de estar contigo é cada vez maior...&lt;br /&gt;Penso ainda mais em ti e apesar de longe sinto-te aqui bem pertinho de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Dou ainda mais valor aos beijos, as palavras trocadas, aos momentos passados, aos olhares cúmplices...&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de estar contigo ultrapassa os limites do que já tinha sentido...&lt;br /&gt;Levo-te comigo para todo os locais que vou...&lt;br /&gt;Volta depressa sim?=)&lt;br /&gt;...Amo-te...&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/27340301-4063772748221387130?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4063772748221387130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=4063772748221387130' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/4063772748221387130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/4063772748221387130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/quando-ests-longe.html' title='Quando estás longe...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-5982765097806643499</id><published>2008-06-30T01:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T01:55:59.117+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo blog</title><content type='html'>Não vou deixar este blog...mas se quiserem ver o que um amador escreve sobre futebol visitem o meu novo blog http://meandfootball.blogspot.com/ =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-5982765097806643499?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5982765097806643499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=5982765097806643499' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/5982765097806643499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/5982765097806643499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/novo-blog.html' title='Novo blog'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-7766832565117321007</id><published>2008-06-19T12:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:59:28.087+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkin Park - "In Pieces"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6GJWRVt1nOk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6GJWRVt1nOk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; "Telling me to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; But hands beg me to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Your lips say that you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Your eyes say that you hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; There's truth in your lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Doubt in your faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; What you build you lay to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; This truth in your lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Doubt in your faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; All I've got's what you didn't take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; So I, I won't be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Be the one to leave this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; In pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; You will be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Alone with all your secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; You promise me the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Then toss me like a stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; You wrap me in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And chill me to the bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; There's truth in your lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Doubt in your faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; All I've got's what you didn't take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; So I, I won't be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Be the one to leave this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; In pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; You will be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Alone with all your secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; So I, I won't be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Be the one to leave this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; In pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; You will be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Alone with all your secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O video é do grande concerto no Rock in Rio 2008...Obrigado pelo bilhete e pela companhia foi a melhor possivel =)&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente Puto vimos os Linkin ao vivo Oh yeaaaaaahhh =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-7766832565117321007?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7766832565117321007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=7766832565117321007' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/7766832565117321007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/7766832565117321007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/linkin-p.html' title='Linkin Park - &quot;In Pieces&quot;'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-4729794622098493118</id><published>2008-06-01T15:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:31:57.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock in Rio 2008 - 31 de Maio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/SELSdaE3qeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6iWbGKTMCgk/s1600-h/220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/SELSdaE3qeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6iWbGKTMCgk/s320/220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206955521851501026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu a Filipa, a Tânia, a Inês (que chegou bastante atrasada) e a Adriana tivemos ontem no Rock in Rio 2008, eu como estreante nestas andanças estava maravilhado com tudo e parecia um menino à espera das 23h45mins hora de subida ao palco dos cabeça de cartaz BON JOVI!E o dia foi mais ou menos isto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrada: Rápida porque somos bué inteligentes&lt;br /&gt;Carrossel da Seguro Directo: A Puta da Loucura&lt;br /&gt;Skank: Aquela energia brasileira até que foi animado e divertido e tocaram as músicas mais conhecidas do nosso público.&lt;br /&gt;Alanis Morissette: Sabia umas quantas músicas e fiquei surpreendido, foi um bom concerto&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro Sanz: ...&lt;br /&gt;Jon Bon Jovi: Numa palavra Memorável. Foi o realizar de um sonho, nunca pensei que eles ainda voltassem a Portugal, e foi absolutamente Fantástico...tocaram todas as músicas (Ok faltou a Bed of Roses), mas de resto tocaram Allways, Bad Medicine, Living on a Prayer (esta com fogo de artificio e tudo) Wanted dead or alive, It's my life, I'll be there for you, Blaze of Glory...sei lá tocaram tudo. O Jon tá ali para as curvas e é um verdadeiro Animal de Palco, um verdadeiro Artista...melhor banda de Sempre...melhor Concerto de Sempre =)...MEMORÁVEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:S: Tivemos desde as 18h até as 2h da manhã no mesmo sitio sem nos mexermos, sem ir à casa de banho e com a comida na mochila da Tânia =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-4729794622098493118?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4729794622098493118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=4729794622098493118' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/4729794622098493118'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje...tirem-me o que quiserem mas...&lt;br /&gt;Não me tirem o calor do teu abraço,&lt;br /&gt;Os teus beijos,&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;O teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;As nossas brincadeiras,&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos sorrisos cúmplices,&lt;br /&gt;O nosso sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;O que nos une,&lt;br /&gt;O que nos faz nao querer dizer "até amanhã",&lt;br /&gt;Os teus braços à minha volta,&lt;br /&gt;Tirem-me o que quiserem, não me tirem a razão para sorrir&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/27340301-3988859098348027109?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3988859098348027109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=3988859098348027109' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/3988859098348027109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/3988859098348027109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-9175981574819415069</id><published>2008-05-07T20:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:42:37.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fazes-me sentir bem,&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me sorrir sem razão aparente,&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me sentir mimado com todos os teus carinhos,&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me sentir especial,&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me sentir importante,&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me querer parar o tempo para não ter que me despedir de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me sentir apaixonado,&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me querer dizer parvoices só para sorrires,&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me querer beijar-te sem parar,&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me querer-te todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me sentir a pessoa mais sortuda do Mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me gostar de ti...cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me querer cada vez mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas-me "can we make this dream last forever?"...eu respondo-te "Yes we can"*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-9175981574819415069?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9175981574819415069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=9175981574819415069' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/9175981574819415069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/9175981574819415069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-2787926617200739416</id><published>2008-05-02T08:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T17:18:21.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Take me away"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/MddpUsMA5b/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/MddpUsMA5b/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take me away with you...let me be yours...be mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-2787926617200739416?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2787926617200739416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=2787926617200739416' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2787926617200739416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2787926617200739416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;And now she's even got her own song&lt;br /&gt;But movin' on&lt;br /&gt;She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's on my mind all the time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-7539158287387937156?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7539158287387937156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=7539158287387937156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/7539158287387937156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/7539158287387937156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-can-i-say-about-her.html' title='What can I say about her'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-1447319590775872873</id><published>2008-04-25T10:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:31:57.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estavas aqui...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/SBGr2Xq5hhI/AAAAAAAAADw/noJ--Ay5WCk/s1600-h/dreaming-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/SBGr2Xq5hhI/AAAAAAAAADw/noJ--Ay5WCk/s320/dreaming-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193120795890124306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estavas aqui tão perto, parecias tão real, os teus beijos eram aquilo que sempre imaginei, o teu toque arrepiou-me como era esperado, o meu coração bateu mais forte...mas não, o sentimento de desilusão apodera-se de mim quando percebi que estava apenas a sonhar...afinal estava sozinho e tu...tu nem sequer sabes que fazes parte dos meus sonhos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-1447319590775872873?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1447319590775872873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=1447319590775872873' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/1447319590775872873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/1447319590775872873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/estavas-aqui.html' title='Estavas aqui...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/SBGr2Xq5hhI/AAAAAAAAADw/noJ--Ay5WCk/s72-c/dreaming-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-978939658409011618</id><published>2008-04-22T19:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:31:57.494+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trago comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/SA4w_3q5hgI/AAAAAAAAADo/MECdJuyzvDw/s1600-h/walking_alone_by_karyokinez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/SA4w_3q5hgI/AAAAAAAAADo/MECdJuyzvDw/s320/walking_alone_by_karyokinez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192141294238533122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago comigo o teu olhar, o teu sorriso...Partes de mim permanecem junto a ti, estão contigo e tu...estás tão longe e tão perto...à distancia de um beijo ou de um abraço mas ao mesmo tempo tão longe, tão fora do meu alcance...tão fora da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a virar páginas da vida até te encontrar numa delas....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-978939658409011618?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/978939658409011618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=978939658409011618' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/978939658409011618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/978939658409011618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/trago-comigo.html' title='Trago comigo'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/SA4w_3q5hgI/AAAAAAAAADo/MECdJuyzvDw/s72-c/walking_alone_by_karyokinez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-1934391623204122601</id><published>2008-04-21T23:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:31:57.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anseio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/SA0cL88owJI/AAAAAAAAADg/V3lhymOCog4/s1600-h/stringimi7gw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/SA0cL88owJI/AAAAAAAAADg/V3lhymOCog4/s320/stringimi7gw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191836937092645010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anseio pelo dia em que adormeço sem as incertezas que me acompanham cada vez que penso em ti, pelo dia em que tu também irás pensar em mim antes de adormecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não hoje não quero adormecer, quero olhar para ti e percorrer o teu corpo com as minhas mãos, sentir o teu desejo, sentir que me queres tanto quanto eu te quero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero olhar nos teus olhos e neles poder recordar os nossos últimos momentos de prazer,  encostar-te no meu peito e sentir que daqui não vais sair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anseio por este dia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-1934391623204122601?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1934391623204122601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=1934391623204122601' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/1934391623204122601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/1934391623204122601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/anseio.html' title='Anseio...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/SA0cL88owJI/AAAAAAAAADg/V3lhymOCog4/s72-c/stringimi7gw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-7766494589196442976</id><published>2008-03-27T01:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:44:41.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Segui-te</title><content type='html'>Esperei que saisses do trabalho e segui-te, transportavas o perfume que te caracteriza, segui-te a distância não queria que me visses.&lt;br /&gt;Segui-te e reparei em tudo o que é teu, nos teus olhos, nos teus cabelos que ajeitas delicadamente, segui-te e vi-te sorrir, sorri contigo senti-te ali tão perto e tão longe ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Observei-te de longe, porque é assim que permaneces longe de mim, longe de tudo o que é meu, segui-te e imaginei o teu abraço, imaginei as tuas mãos a namorar com as minhas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas permaneces longe, e eu não posso fazer nada para te ter perto, porque eu para ti não existo e tu para mim és pura fantasia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-7766494589196442976?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7766494589196442976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=7766494589196442976' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/7766494589196442976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/7766494589196442976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/segui-te.html' title='Segui-te'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-4070641855726011533</id><published>2008-03-25T00:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:31:58.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Offspring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-g94nXy62I/AAAAAAAAADM/QgJCLrlkeJA/s1600-h/off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-g94nXy62I/AAAAAAAAADM/QgJCLrlkeJA/s320/off.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181459414140513122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...são o nome que encerra o cartaz de dia 6 de Junho...grande dia juntamente com os Linkin Park a fechar e os Orishas a abrir...E eu que pensava que esta banda já estava desaparecida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-4070641855726011533?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4070641855726011533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-7181127730363197751</id><published>2008-03-11T11:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T11:38:16.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock in RIo dia 6 de Junho</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkj5xZZEf10"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkj5xZZEf10" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado dia 6 também vou lá estar, esta vez devido aquela banda da qual sei todas as músicas de cor. Passado um ano os Linkin Park voltam a Portugal e como alguém disse nem que nesse dia também venha a música pimba toda de Portugal e arredores EU VOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-7181127730363197751?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7181127730363197751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=7181127730363197751' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/7181127730363197751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/7181127730363197751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/rock-in-rio-dia-6-de-junho.html' title='Rock in RIo dia 6 de Junho'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-3778143102125971523</id><published>2008-03-11T11:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T11:31:38.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock in Rio dia 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/29k6EQ-SLzk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/29k6EQ-SLzk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles vão voltar passados 13 anos, e eu vou lá estar, sendo um apreciador da sua música não posso agora perder a oportunidade de os ver ao vivo...penso que será a ultima passagem por Portugal...&lt;br /&gt;Fica aqui um cheirinho daquilo que poderá acontecer no dia 31 no Rock in Rio...Espero é que não se esqueçam de tocar os clássicos todos =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-3778143102125971523?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3778143102125971523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=3778143102125971523' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/3778143102125971523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/3778143102125971523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/rock-in-rio-dia-31.html' title='Rock in Rio dia 31'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-6686250539891680639</id><published>2008-02-21T17:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:42:06.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"How could this happen to me?" - Simple Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/N-Gx0lmJUN/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/N-Gx0lmJUN/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember why&lt;br /&gt;I'm lyin' here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;And I can't make it&lt;br /&gt;go away&lt;br /&gt;No I can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's screaming&lt;br /&gt;I try to make a sound but no one hears me&lt;br /&gt;I'm slipping off the edge&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start this over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered&lt;br /&gt;And I can't explain what happened&lt;br /&gt;And I can't erase the things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;No I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;img src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/1988462749.jpg" height="1" width="1" /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-6686250539891680639?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6686250539891680639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=6686250539891680639' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6686250539891680639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6686250539891680639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-could-this-happen-to-me-simple-plan.html' title='&quot;How could this happen to me?&quot; - Simple Plan'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-2575521254092962148</id><published>2008-02-14T02:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:11:33.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Desço por instantes ao degrau da saudade"</title><content type='html'>"Desço por instantes ao degrau da saudade", um dia uma das pessoas mais especiais da minha vida utilizou este titulo num texto, hoje vou-te "roubar" este título.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Desço por instantes ao degrau da saudade, remexo em velhos textos, conversas passadas, fotografias antigas, recordo-me das situações, de como era e penso agora naquilo que mudei no que é que me transformei.&lt;br /&gt;   Saudade uma palavra tão forte carregada de tantas representações e simbolismos, como não sentir Saudade? Impossível porque temos sempre aqueles momentos que passaram e que gostaríamos de repetir...isso é Saudade, algo tão pessoal, tão nosso é o nosso pequeno Mundo de lembranças, algumas que são de momentos só nossos que todos desconhecem, outras que envolvem os melhores momentos com os Amigos...assim de repente consigo sentir Saudade de tantas coisas, umas fazem-me sorrir, outras chorar...nenhuma delas me faz sentir arrependido...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-2575521254092962148?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2575521254092962148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=2575521254092962148' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/UqmeReYWcm/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/UqmeReYWcm/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preciso de algo que não tenho, não sei o que procuro, nem sei sequer se isto se procura, por vezes sinto-me sozinho, rodeado de tantas pessoas especiais mas ao mesmo tempo falta alguma coisa, não me sinto totalmente completo, queria tanto ter-te aqui ao meu lado, não sei a quem me refiro, nem sei sequer se existes, vou acreditar que sim...&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/27340301-2619264873559857546?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2619264873559857546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=2619264873559857546' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2619264873559857546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2619264873559857546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-need-more.html' title='I Need More'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-6058234562691064383</id><published>2008-02-06T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:55:33.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque há alturas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque há alturas que não precisamos de mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Porque há alturas em que olhamos para trás e percebemos que tudo está onde deve estar...para o bem e para o mal&lt;br /&gt;Porque há alturas em que olho para o futuro e sorrio&lt;br /&gt;Porque há alturas em que tudo aquilo que queremos está ao nosso alcance&lt;br /&gt;Porque nao me arrependo de nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo tem uma razão de ser, porque o futuro é uma incógnita e porque nunca sabemos o que está na outra página da vida...vou vivendo e todos os dias desdobro mais uma página, na esperança de realizar todos os meus sonhos, na esperança de que nunca perca aquelas pessoas que me são especiais e essenciais.&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/27340301-6058234562691064383?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6058234562691064383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=6058234562691064383' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6058234562691064383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6058234562691064383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/porque-h-alturas.html' title='Porque há alturas'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-6219701279371420185</id><published>2008-01-11T00:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:31:58.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui lá...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R4aySedLlbI/AAAAAAAAADE/R-wBAPorpRk/s1600-h/foto_pegadas_na_areia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R4aySedLlbI/AAAAAAAAADE/R-wBAPorpRk/s320/foto_pegadas_na_areia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154002854054958514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fui lá para dizer adeus&lt;br /&gt;Fui lá  porque acabou&lt;br /&gt;Fui lá para me despedir daquele lugar&lt;br /&gt;Jurei nunca mais lá voltar&lt;br /&gt;Fui lá sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Já lá estive acompanhado&lt;br /&gt;Fui lá sorrir para as memórias&lt;br /&gt;Fui lá para te dizer adeus...&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/27340301-6219701279371420185?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6219701279371420185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=6219701279371420185' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6219701279371420185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6219701279371420185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/fui-l.html' title='Fui lá...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R4aySedLlbI/AAAAAAAAADE/R-wBAPorpRk/s72-c/foto_pegadas_na_areia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-3809504223189650176</id><published>2008-01-11T00:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T00:57:00.545+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't gonna cry no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/x9xEvcai9e/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/x9xEvcai9e/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cry Me A River"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You were my sun&lt;br /&gt;You were my earth&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no&lt;br /&gt;So you took a chance&lt;br /&gt;And made other plans&lt;br /&gt;But I bet you didn't think that they would come crashing down, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to say, what you did,&lt;br /&gt;I already know, I found out from him&lt;br /&gt;Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be&lt;br /&gt;And don't it make you sad about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me, all alone&lt;br /&gt;Now you tell me you need me&lt;br /&gt;When you call me, on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Girl I refuse, you must have me confused&lt;br /&gt;With some other guy&lt;br /&gt;Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn&lt;br /&gt;To cry, cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river-er&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river-er, yea yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that they say&lt;br /&gt;That somethings are better left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't like you only talked to him and you know it&lt;br /&gt;(Don't act like you don't know it)&lt;br /&gt;All of these things people told me&lt;br /&gt;Keep Fucking with my head&lt;br /&gt;(Messing with my head)&lt;br /&gt;You should've picked honesty&lt;br /&gt;Then you may not have blown it&lt;br /&gt;(Yea..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to say, what you did,&lt;br /&gt;(Don't have to say, what you did)&lt;br /&gt;I already know, I found out from him&lt;br /&gt;(I already know, uh)&lt;br /&gt;Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be&lt;br /&gt;(No chance, you and me)&lt;br /&gt;And don't it make you sad about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me, all alone&lt;br /&gt;(All alone)&lt;br /&gt;Now you tell me you need me&lt;br /&gt;When you call me, on the phone&lt;br /&gt;(When you call me on the phone)&lt;br /&gt;Girl I refuse, you must have me confused&lt;br /&gt;With some other guy&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not like them baby)&lt;br /&gt;Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn&lt;br /&gt;(It's your turn)&lt;br /&gt;To cry, cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;(Go on and just)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river-er&lt;br /&gt;(Go on and just)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;(Baby go on and just)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river-er, yea yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;(Oh)&lt;br /&gt;The damage is done&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I be leaving&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;(Oh)&lt;br /&gt;The damage is done&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I be leaving&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;(Oh)&lt;br /&gt;The damage is done&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I be leaving&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;(Oh)&lt;br /&gt;The damage is done&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I be... leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to say, what you did,&lt;br /&gt;(Don't have to say, what you did)&lt;br /&gt;I already know, I found out from him&lt;br /&gt;(I already know, uh)&lt;br /&gt;Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be&lt;br /&gt;(No chance, you and me)&lt;br /&gt;And don't it make you sad about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;(Go on and just)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river-er&lt;br /&gt;(Baby go on and just)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;(You can go on and just)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river-er, yea yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;(Baby go on and just)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river-er&lt;br /&gt;(Go on and just)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;(Cause I've already cried)&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river-er, yea yea&lt;br /&gt;(Ain't gonna cry no more, yea-yea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river, oh&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river, oh&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Bem antiga, grande som, grande artista, acima de tudo grande letra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-3809504223189650176?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3809504223189650176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=3809504223189650176' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/3809504223189650176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/3809504223189650176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/aint-gonna-cry-no-more.html' title='Ain&apos;t gonna cry no more'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-2865862438578985184</id><published>2008-01-09T01:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T01:14:54.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada mais a dizer</title><content type='html'>Os Xutos e Pontapés dizem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O nosso amor de sempre&lt;br /&gt;Brilhará, p'ra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Ai, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;O que eu já chorei por ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre&lt;br /&gt;P'ra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Vou gostar de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juro, meu amor que sempre&lt;br /&gt;Voltarei, p'ra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Ai, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;O que eu já chorei por ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre&lt;br /&gt;P'ra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Gostarei de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;O que eu já chorei por ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre&lt;br /&gt;P'ra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Vou gostar de ti"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até Sempre...É a minha hora agora, levantei a cabeça e sei o que quero...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-2865862438578985184?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2865862438578985184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=2865862438578985184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2865862438578985184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2865862438578985184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/nada-mais-dizer.html' title='Nada mais a dizer'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-2319639139999545671</id><published>2008-01-02T14:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:24:09.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano novo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Costuma-se dizer Ano novo, vida nova...pois bem está na altura de levar este lema bem a sério.&lt;br /&gt;Apresenta-se um ano cheio de desafios, pretendo enfrentá-los e vencê-los, chega de baixar a cabeça e esperar que as coisas vão passando. Está na altura de enterrar o passado, deixar os fantasmas de lado e começar uma vida nova, chega de me preocupar com quem não quer saber de mim, começar a ter atitudes mais frias e racionais, medir as situações as suas causas e consequências, agarrar de novo a vida e conquistar a felicidade! Chega de pensar em quem não pensa em mim, vou acabar com tudo aquilo que antes me fez sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos um 2008 espectacular, que o melhor de 2007 seja o pior de 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-2319639139999545671?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2319639139999545671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=2319639139999545671' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2319639139999545671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2319639139999545671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/ano-novo.html' title='Ano novo...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-1286328406996402649</id><published>2007-12-20T01:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:31:58.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>American Gangster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R2m1nOdLlaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/i3HASHVDdd4/s1600-h/american_gangster_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R2m1nOdLlaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/i3HASHVDdd4/s320/american_gangster_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145843734747518370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vejam&lt;br /&gt;Aconselho&lt;br /&gt;É bom, muito bom, talvez um dos melhores filmes de máfia e uma das melhores interpretações do grande Denzel Washington&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/27340301-1286328406996402649?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1286328406996402649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=1286328406996402649' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/1286328406996402649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/1286328406996402649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/american-gangster.html' title='American Gangster'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R2m1nOdLlaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/i3HASHVDdd4/s72-c/american_gangster_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-4242380691853466515</id><published>2007-12-15T02:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T02:57:09.729+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Avô</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faz hoje cinco anos que sais-te daqui, de ao pé de mim e eu sinto tanto a tua falta...Não há um dia que não me lembre de ti ou de algo que tu me ensinas-te e penso será que se orgulha de mim?Será que ainda sou o neto que ele tanto amava?Penso que sim, gosto de pensar que sim...&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que partiste?Porquê?Tinhas ainda tanto para me ensinar, para me dar, para me ajudar, gostava tanto de me sentar na cama contigo e falar do Benfica e ficar ali a ouvir os relatos de domingo na rádio ou simplesmente estar ali contigo sentia-me tão protegido ali ao teu lado...Tenho saudades dos nossos passeios por Lisboa com o mano, tenho saudades dos teus cozinhados e da alegria que tu transmitias. És o melhor Avô do Mundo serás sempre como um segundo Pai para mim e onde quer que estejas espero que te orgulhes daquilo que nós os três somos capazes...A Mãe sente muito a tua falta, o André e eu temos saudades de ti  e de todas as coisas que fazias connosco...nunca vou conseguir explicar o quanto te Amo e quanta falta tu me fazes...Obrigado...Até Sempre Avô&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/27340301-4242380691853466515?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4242380691853466515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=4242380691853466515' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/4242380691853466515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/4242380691853466515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/av.html' title='Avô'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-6750640387169429544</id><published>2007-12-08T02:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T02:35:39.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No fim da noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No fim da noite, depois de mais um dia de trabalho, sento-me no computador e numa atitude de reflexão começo a ouvir músicas que me levam ao passado...fecho os olhos e viajo no tempo volto aqueles tempos em que tudo estava a correr como eu queria, quando volto à realidade uma pergunta atormenta-me "Porque é que perdi tudo isto?"...Porquê? Abro a pasta das nossas fotos, nela estão gravados alguns dos momentos mais felizes que já vivi...digam o que me disserem, façam o que fizerem, só tenho a dizer uma coisa: Eu era mesmo feliz...&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/27340301-6750640387169429544?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6750640387169429544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=6750640387169429544' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6750640387169429544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6750640387169429544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-fim-da-noite.html' title='No fim da noite'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-4936492244517283261</id><published>2007-12-04T01:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:31:58.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R1Xy1maOGGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Im3YBMsiN6g/s1600-h/JOAOCOUTINHO-PRAIA-PEGADAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R1Xy1maOGGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Im3YBMsiN6g/s320/JOAOCOUTINHO-PRAIA-PEGADAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140281552370800738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E agora vou dormir, espero encontrar-te no escuro da noite e poder encontrar nos teus braços a tranquilidade que me davas, o sorriso que me fazia sonhar, a alegria que um dia me deste e que um dia me tiras-te...Espero encontrar-te onde nada nem ninguém se possa meter entre nós...sabes onde estou, estou onde as ondas um dia rebentaram aos nossos pés, estou onde um dia gravamos pegadas da nossa história, estou onde nos sentamos e construimos sonhos a olhar o horizonte, estou naquela praia...encontramos-nos lá...&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/27340301-4936492244517283261?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4936492244517283261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=4936492244517283261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/4936492244517283261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/4936492244517283261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R1Xy1maOGGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Im3YBMsiN6g/s72-c/JOAOCOUTINHO-PRAIA-PEGADAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-2686445986163965988</id><published>2007-11-30T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:31:58.959+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R1BkNPaa9KI/AAAAAAAAACs/OKEPLg9QphI/s1600-R/caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R1BkNPaa9KI/AAAAAAAAACs/sW38_ImRPh0/s320/caminho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138717353468163234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do meio da ponte olho para trás, vejo-te sorridente e feliz, penso " Já nao precisa de mim", viro-te costas olho em frente advinha-se um longo e complicado caminho. Coloco a mochila às costas dou uma olhadela por cima do ombro só para levar comigo o teu sorriso...Adeus, Até Sempre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-2686445986163965988?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2686445986163965988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=2686445986163965988' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2686445986163965988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2686445986163965988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-meio-da-ponte-olho-para-trs-vejo-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R1BkNPaa9KI/AAAAAAAAACs/sW38_ImRPh0/s72-c/caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-5946956580798589982</id><published>2007-11-29T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:31:59.022+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por detrás do sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R09FY_aa9JI/AAAAAAAAACk/k3NHBqH0QCs/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R09FY_aa9JI/AAAAAAAAACk/k3NHBqH0QCs/s320/scan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138401995494454418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por detrás do sorriso, escondem-se lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Por detrás de uma cara sorridente, escondem-se ódios, magoas&lt;br /&gt;Por detrás de uma cara divertida, esconde-se um sentimento de revolta&lt;br /&gt;Por detrás de tudo isto, escondo-me Eu&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/27340301-5946956580798589982?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5946956580798589982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=5946956580798589982' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/5946956580798589982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/5946956580798589982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/por-detrs-do-sorriso.html' title='Por detrás do sorriso'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R09FY_aa9JI/AAAAAAAAACk/k3NHBqH0QCs/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-5072007383689031112</id><published>2007-11-27T01:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:31:59.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por um sorriso vosso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R0toBfaa9II/AAAAAAAAACc/JPU41KVsHck/s1600-h/s340x255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R0toBfaa9II/AAAAAAAAACc/JPU41KVsHck/s320/s340x255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137314174767658114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque eu acredito...&lt;br /&gt;Porque eles merecem sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;Visita-nos e ajuda-nos a ajudar também--- http://lorocae.blogspot.com&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/27340301-5072007383689031112?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5072007383689031112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=5072007383689031112' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/5072007383689031112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/5072007383689031112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/por-um-sorriso-vosso_27.html' title='Por um sorriso vosso...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R0toBfaa9II/AAAAAAAAACc/JPU41KVsHck/s72-c/s340x255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-3917082761735378746</id><published>2007-11-25T12:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:31:59.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acendo um cigarro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R0lk4vaa9HI/AAAAAAAAACU/33L3NbbqJTA/s1600-h/cigarro-guincho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R0lk4vaa9HI/AAAAAAAAACU/33L3NbbqJTA/s320/cigarro-guincho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136747775955498098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                               -Guincho-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enquanto dobro uma peça de roupa, olho para a frente e concentro-me no reflexo do espelho, vejo-me identifico-me mas questiono-me "Quem sou eu?"Arrumo a roupa saio para o armazém agarro num cigarro e saio da loja, acendo um cigarro numa tentativa frustrada de queimar os meus pensamentos ou de atenuar a dor e raiva que sinto naquele momento. O forum está todo decorado de acordo com a época que vivemos, -"cabrão de consumismo"- murmuro eu entre dentes. Encosto-me no corrimão e reparo na gigante bola de natal que está pendurada mesmo à minha frente, a minha imagem está reflectida no centro dessa bola, sinto-me como se estivesse no meio do mundo, num mundo cheio de coisas vazias que nada me interessam, pergunto-me "Alguma vez vou ter a coragem de dar o passo em frente e mudar isto?". Olho para o relógio, " Merda já passaram 10 minutos tenho que voltar". A noite cai o dia de trabalho acaba e saio da loja com um sorriso, as pessoas conseguem distrair me ao ponto de me abstrair dos meus problemas, mas mal chego ao carro é como que se tudo volta-se ao mesmo e volto a sentir-me no meio daquela bola de natal, vazio, triste! Chego a casa -" o Benfica joga ao menos isso"- digo para o meu irmão, que me olha com um ar estranho. O Benfica ganha, a noite fica mais escura e fria, perco-me em conversas sem sentido no Msn, deambulo por sites desportivos sem busca de informação concreta - "Já chega vou-me deitar"- Ligo na Mtv dá a dar o concerto dos Da Weasel do Sapo Sound Bits -"Bacano bom final de noite vou ver isto até adormecer"-. Começam a tocar a "Agora e para Sempre" oiço os primeiros acordes -"Assim não dá"- Viro a cabeça para o outro lado e adormeço...amanhã renasço amanhã...amanhã é um Novo Dia, um belo dia para começar de novo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-3917082761735378746?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3917082761735378746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=3917082761735378746' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/3917082761735378746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/3917082761735378746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/acendo-um-cigarro.html' title='Acendo um cigarro...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R0lk4vaa9HI/AAAAAAAAACU/33L3NbbqJTA/s72-c/cigarro-guincho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-2979199740834719299</id><published>2007-11-24T01:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:32:00.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Odio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R0d3tPaa9GI/AAAAAAAAACM/ey_LMUjCibY/s1600-h/751422-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R0d3tPaa9GI/AAAAAAAAACM/ey_LMUjCibY/s320/751422-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136205519154508898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Odeio isto...&lt;br /&gt;Odeio sentir-me assim...&lt;br /&gt;Odeio...tudo...hoje odeio tudo...&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/27340301-2979199740834719299?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2979199740834719299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=2979199740834719299' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2979199740834719299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2979199740834719299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/odio.html' title='Odio'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R0d3tPaa9GI/AAAAAAAAACM/ey_LMUjCibY/s72-c/751422-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-5222127631154377394</id><published>2007-11-21T01:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:32:00.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R0N5J_aa9FI/AAAAAAAAACE/rPy3Ub0FGnc/s1600-h/couple_by_wiredgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R0N5J_aa9FI/AAAAAAAAACE/rPy3Ub0FGnc/s320/couple_by_wiredgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135081212680533074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I Love you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be next to you&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel your touch...your kiss...your hand in my face...&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see your smile, knowing I'm the reason,&lt;br /&gt;I want to say all that beautifull words you love to hear&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you happy again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a wall between us...&lt;br /&gt;Let's cross it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, please hold me...your arms around me please...&lt;br /&gt;Please stay...stay in my arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream with you is to runaway to a place far away from everything and everybody...&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you&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/27340301-5222127631154377394?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5222127631154377394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=5222127631154377394' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/5222127631154377394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/5222127631154377394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/us_21.html' title='Us...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R0N5J_aa9FI/AAAAAAAAACE/rPy3Ub0FGnc/s72-c/couple_by_wiredgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-5329927735422920778</id><published>2007-11-14T01:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:32:00.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope - Who am I to Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/Rzs4PcGgBMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Nws6odL9hEo/s1600-h/bacio%5B1%5D%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/Rzs4PcGgBMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Nws6odL9hEo/s320/bacio%5B1%5D%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132758038211462338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love of my life, my soulmate&lt;br /&gt;You're my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Part of me like breathing&lt;br /&gt;Now half of me is left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything at all&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to say you love me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; who am I to say you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color me blue I'm lost in you&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;Many moons have come &amp;amp; gone&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I'm still searching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; who am I to say you love me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; who am I to say you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm hmmm mmm&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh oohhh aahhh&lt;br /&gt;Hooo aahhh ohh ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're a song I love to sing&lt;br /&gt;Never thought it feels so free&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that's okay with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who am I to say you love me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; who am I to say you need me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; who am I to say you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; who am I to say you love me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; who am I to say you need me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything at all&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything at all&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novo vicio musical...só para partilhar com vocês =)&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/27340301-5329927735422920778?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5329927735422920778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=5329927735422920778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/5329927735422920778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/5329927735422920778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/hope-who-am-i-to-say.html' title='Hope - Who am I to Say'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/Rzs4PcGgBMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Nws6odL9hEo/s72-c/bacio%5B1%5D%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-1322265246992196320</id><published>2007-11-10T14:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:32:00.352+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RzW_RiEnkkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NCn6YkFXfZQ/s1600-h/retiro+sociologico+%28dez2006%29+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RzW_RiEnkkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NCn6YkFXfZQ/s320/retiro+sociologico+%28dez2006%29+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131217658383405634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando temos à nossa frente a pessoa que melhor nos conhece&lt;br /&gt;Quando o coração fala mais alto que a razão&lt;br /&gt;Quando há coisas por dizer e perguntas sem resposta&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo acontece demasiado rápido&lt;br /&gt;Quando é tudo demasiado forte para ser controlado&lt;br /&gt;Quando te olhei nos olhos e voltei a ver o que estava à muito perdido&lt;br /&gt;Quando te voltei a Sentir&lt;br /&gt;Quando te voltei a Amar&lt;br /&gt;Quando te voltei a Viver...&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/27340301-1322265246992196320?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1322265246992196320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=1322265246992196320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/1322265246992196320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/1322265246992196320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/quando.html' title='Quando...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RzW_RiEnkkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NCn6YkFXfZQ/s72-c/retiro+sociologico+%28dez2006%29+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-2767422847223474604</id><published>2007-11-04T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:32:00.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Farto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/Ry4pK96ZxNI/AAAAAAAAABs/u4Kv3lJjwW8/s1600-h/triste-vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/Ry4pK96ZxNI/AAAAAAAAABs/u4Kv3lJjwW8/s320/triste-vida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129082294016525522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou farto&lt;br /&gt;Farto dos caminhos que a minha vida leva,&lt;br /&gt;Farto de tentar procurar nas pessoas coisas que não existem,&lt;br /&gt;Farto de ilusões,&lt;br /&gt;Farto de ser enganado e de me enganar,&lt;br /&gt;Farto de me sentir sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;Farto de procurar o que simplesmente não existe,&lt;br /&gt;Farto de sentir ódio,&lt;br /&gt;Farto de me sentir atraiçoado pelas pessoas que me são mais próximas,&lt;br /&gt;Farto de estar sempre na linha da frente,&lt;br /&gt;Estou tão farto Foda-se&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/27340301-2767422847223474604?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2767422847223474604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=2767422847223474604' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2767422847223474604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2767422847223474604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/farto.html' title='Farto'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/Ry4pK96ZxNI/AAAAAAAAABs/u4Kv3lJjwW8/s72-c/triste-vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-6861747937222002626</id><published>2007-11-02T13:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:33:36.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving memory of Us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque hoje é um dia banal mas poderia não ser...&lt;br /&gt;Porque à um ano atrás me sentia a pessoa mais feliz do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Porque Tu apareces-te...&lt;br /&gt;Porque não foi assim que tinha imaginado este dia à um ano atrás...&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que se tínhamos tudo ficámos sem nada tão rapidamente?&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas que ficaram eternamente sem resposta, mas os tempos mudaram e agora somos outros...mas mesmo assim tenho a dizer-te:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por tudo&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pelos sentimentos despertados&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por me teres amado&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pelas tardes juntos&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pelas palavras, gestos...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por me teres devolvido o sorriso à muito perdido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque um dia demos as mãos rimos e choramos juntos, partilhamos histórias e vivemos sonhos em comum! Pelas vezes em que te fiz rir e pelas vezes em que me deste aquele abraço quando era preciso, pelas vezes em que o teu sorriso alegrou um dia mais cinzento, pelos momentos só nossos...Eu serei sempre uma parte de ti e tu serás sempre uma parte de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele Sempre da Expo...Até Sempre...&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/27340301-6861747937222002626?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6861747937222002626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=6861747937222002626' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6861747937222002626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6861747937222002626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/hoje.html' title='In Loving memory of Us...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-4602124082218801195</id><published>2007-10-29T23:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:50:14.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É em dias como o de hoje quando te faço soltar umas gargalhadas devido às minhas constantes parvoices e palhaçadas que sinto saudades daquilo que um dia tivemos...&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/27340301-4602124082218801195?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4602124082218801195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=4602124082218801195' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/4602124082218801195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/4602124082218801195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-4943047061555563892</id><published>2007-10-06T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T00:25:21.324+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque sonhar não custa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://homepages.wmich.edu/%7Em4young/Bora-Bora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://homepages.wmich.edu/%7Em4young/Bora-Bora.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                            Bora- Bora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um dia, eu vou estar ali deitado naquela rede, com uma bela caipirinha a apreciar as belas coisas que a vida tem para nos oferecer...porque sonhar não custa e eu gosto de sonhar...&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/27340301-4943047061555563892?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4943047061555563892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=4943047061555563892' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/4943047061555563892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/4943047061555563892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/porque-sonhar-nao-custa.html' title='Porque sonhar não custa...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-5880045513189117993</id><published>2007-09-21T21:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:32:00.598+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sade - Kissing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RvQtDfJ0dzI/AAAAAAAAABk/SRH3ZgQFfZY/s1600-h/o+beijo%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RvQtDfJ0dzI/AAAAAAAAABk/SRH3ZgQFfZY/s320/o+beijo%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112761014897899314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Uma música que pertence à banda sonora do filme que retrata a mais conhecida história de amor de sempre Romeu e Julieta, interpretada por uma grande voz...simples, brilhante, linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...This music reminds me of you and times we spent together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sade- "Kissing you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride can stand a thousand trials,&lt;br /&gt;the strong will never fall&lt;br /&gt;But watching stars without you,&lt;br /&gt;my soul cried.&lt;br /&gt;Heaving heart is full of pain,&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, the aching.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm kissing you, oh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kissing you, oh.&lt;br /&gt;Touch me deep, pure and true,&lt;br /&gt;gift to me forever&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm kissing you, oh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kissing you, oh.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm kissing you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kissing you, oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-5880045513189117993?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5880045513189117993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=5880045513189117993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/5880045513189117993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/5880045513189117993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/sade-kissing-you.html' title='Sade - Kissing You'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RvQtDfJ0dzI/AAAAAAAAABk/SRH3ZgQFfZY/s72-c/o+beijo%21%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-6564023475820431260</id><published>2007-09-12T01:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:32:00.849+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RucvtguLAfI/AAAAAAAAABc/4kPwEYNmjpA/s1600-h/couple_kiss3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RucvtguLAfI/AAAAAAAAABc/4kPwEYNmjpA/s320/couple_kiss3%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109104761199329778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you're here next to me everything seems so good...the most simple thing tuns in too the most amazing thing, you make the world so beautifull...I just love everything about you...&lt;br /&gt;I Love your kisses, your hugs, your touch, I just don't know what to do when you put your hand next to mine...because your touch still has efects on me...still gives me the chills...I Love the way you look at me when I say all that beautifull things that you Love, your eyes just make me feel so good...Your smile it's absolutelly amazing, when you smile I just freeze and ask my self...&lt;br /&gt;What do you see in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-6564023475820431260?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6564023475820431260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=6564023475820431260' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6564023475820431260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6564023475820431260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-youre-here.html' title='When You&apos;re here...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RucvtguLAfI/AAAAAAAAABc/4kPwEYNmjpA/s72-c/couple_kiss3%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-4638650822801799224</id><published>2007-09-05T19:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:32:01.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tributo à Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/Rt75-wuLAeI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ql-N2sn754o/s1600-h/DSC02336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/Rt75-wuLAeI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ql-N2sn754o/s320/DSC02336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106793884110488034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/Rt7xNwuLAcI/AAAAAAAAABE/pWoxmySxhLU/s1600-h/Imagem+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/Rt7xNwuLAcI/AAAAAAAAABE/pWoxmySxhLU/s320/Imagem+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106784246203875778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque os verdadeiros amigos não se esquecem, porque me vou sempre recordar de vocês...fica aqui um tributo aos meus dois irmãos mais velhos...há coisas que não se transmitem por palavras e o que sinto por vocês não tem tradução possível...obrigado por todos os bons momentos, obrigado por todas as vezes que já me ouviram, obrigado por aquele abraço quando é preciso, obrigado por tudo...nunca vos esquecerei...Aquele Abraço&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/27340301-4638650822801799224?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4638650822801799224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=4638650822801799224' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/4638650822801799224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/4638650822801799224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/tributo-amizade.html' title='Tributo à Amizade'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/Rt75-wuLAeI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ql-N2sn754o/s72-c/DSC02336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-2802818002883777128</id><published>2007-09-03T17:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:59:33.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You...only you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque nunca pensei que um olhar e um sorriso me pudessem envolver tanto, nunca me passou pela cabeça que um simples olhar teu tivesse tamanho efeito em mim, nunca pensei que o teu sorriso me conquista-se daquela forma...&lt;br /&gt;És especial só podes porque só alguém especial consegue isto...&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/27340301-2802818002883777128?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2802818002883777128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=2802818002883777128' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2802818002883777128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2802818002883777128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/youonly-you.html' title='You...only you'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-2491049284092045062</id><published>2007-09-02T12:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T13:05:31.591+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Este texto é para alguém que classificou este blog como deprimente...este texto é para ti...que te anime nem que seja a ti...este é para ti e só para ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não sei como te classificar...e não percebi ainda bem como é que tudo isto aconteceu, a verdade é que me dou por muito contente por ter acontecido e por ter a oportunidade de partilhar contigo momentos só nossos!Ontem disse-te que eras perfeita...e para mim és perfeita, não só a nível físico como qualquer um pode observar e comentar pelas fotos...não para mim tu és mesmo perfeita porque até agora de ti só tive coisas boas e não tenho razões de queixa por isso digo para mim tu és Perfeita!&lt;br /&gt;Adoro quando te digo aquelas coisas todas que te envergonham, e tu sorris e os teus olhos parece que ganham brilho, o teu sorriso vale por mais do que qualquer coisa que possas dizer, é sincero e verdadeiro...o brilho dos teus olhos faz o resto, o teu toque arrepia-me, mexe comigo, e adoro quando me abraças ou te encostas no meu ombro...&lt;br /&gt;Como te disse ontem aconteça o que acontecer connosco, seja qual for o futuro que o destino nos guarda, o que mais quero agora é aproveitar todos os momentos contigo e não te vou esquecer...Obrigado por me mostrares que existem mais coisas boas na vida, obrigado por me indicares outro caminho...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="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/27340301-2491049284092045062?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2491049284092045062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=2491049284092045062' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2491049284092045062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2491049284092045062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/green-eyes.html' title='Green Eyes'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-4937754386970839458</id><published>2007-08-05T13:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:32:01.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RrXAiSDO9jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mV2xqv5j9gk/s1600-h/bacio%5B1%5D%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RrXAiSDO9jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mV2xqv5j9gk/s320/bacio%5B1%5D%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095190248633071154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ours =´)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      If I had to&lt;br /&gt;I would put myself right beside you&lt;br /&gt;so let me ask&lt;br /&gt;would you like that?&lt;br /&gt;would you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;if you say this love is the last time&lt;br /&gt;so now I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;do you like that?&lt;br /&gt;do you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;something's just about to break&lt;br /&gt;I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane&lt;br /&gt;so tell me how it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to find out what makes you tick&lt;br /&gt;as I lie down&lt;br /&gt;soaring sick&lt;br /&gt;do you like that?&lt;br /&gt;do you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a fine line between love and hate&lt;br /&gt;and I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Just let me say that I like that&lt;br /&gt;I like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;something's just about to break&lt;br /&gt;I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane&lt;br /&gt;as I burn another page&lt;br /&gt;as I look the other way&lt;br /&gt;I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane&lt;br /&gt;so tell me how it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate, I will crawl&lt;br /&gt;waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;no love, there is no love&lt;br /&gt;die for anyone&lt;br /&gt;What have I become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;something's just about to break&lt;br /&gt;I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane&lt;br /&gt;as I burn another page&lt;br /&gt;as I look the other way&lt;br /&gt;I still try to find my place&lt;br /&gt;In the diary of Jane...&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/27340301-4937754386970839458?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4937754386970839458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=4937754386970839458' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/4937754386970839458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/4937754386970839458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/diary-of-jane-breaking-benjamin.html' title='The Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RrXAiSDO9jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mV2xqv5j9gk/s72-c/bacio%5B1%5D%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-7691141098777721466</id><published>2007-08-03T15:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:32:01.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RrNEbyDO9iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cN5LYN4DvpY/s1600-h/alone%5B1%5D-thumb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RrNEbyDO9iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cN5LYN4DvpY/s320/alone%5B1%5D-thumb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094490847568655906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É com lágrimas presas no canto do olho que escrevo este texto, sinto-me demasiado perdido num mundo que criei contigo, e agora não sei como me desprender de tudo aquilo que foi a minha realidade...provavelmente tenho que fazer isso mesmo tenho que encarar a realidade acordar e pensar: "Tudo está diferente, acorda e segue em frente"! Mas ao mesmo tempo gosto de estar preso ao passado, recordar é viver e contigo vivi coisas maravilhosas que merecem ser recordadas sempre, sinto-me demasiado perdido no nosso mundo para conseguir regressar ao meu, sinto-me tão longe de ti e longe do nós que fomos...apetece-me voltar atrás e parar o tempo...para sempre permanecer ali contigo, só eu...tu...nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim...eu largava tudo e fugia contigo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-7691141098777721466?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7691141098777721466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=7691141098777721466' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/7691141098777721466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/7691141098777721466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RrNEbyDO9iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cN5LYN4DvpY/s72-c/alone%5B1%5D-thumb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-2099968447365310285</id><published>2007-07-30T02:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T02:13:29.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada a dizer</title><content type='html'>Eu...Tu...Lembranças...Raiva...Martini...Varanda...Português Suave...mistura interessante...noite longa que se avizinha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-2099968447365310285?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2099968447365310285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=2099968447365310285' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2099968447365310285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2099968447365310285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/nada-dizer.html' title='Nada a dizer'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-6160119889111850431</id><published>2007-07-24T02:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:42:01.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>À espera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou aqui sentado à espera do telefonema que não vai chegar, da mensagem que não vais enviar...e mesmo assim estou aqui à espera...à espera do nada, à espera do que sei que não vem...axo que no fundo estou à Tua espera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I've been sitting here&lt;br /&gt;Can't get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to be a man and be strong&lt;br /&gt;I drove myself insane&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could touch your face&lt;br /&gt;But the truth remains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gone&lt;br /&gt;You're gone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-6160119889111850431?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6160119889111850431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=6160119889111850431' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6160119889111850431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6160119889111850431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/espera.html' title='À espera...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-899820725397577873</id><published>2007-07-21T14:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T14:08:12.968+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vontades Contraditórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arranjo-me pa ir para trabalhar, sem vontade nenhuma de me encarcerar nas vontades dos outros...quando é que vou poder cumprir as minhas vontades e desejos?A minha verdadeira vontade, o meu verdadeiro desejo  é arrancar daqui disparado para os teus braços e transmitir por palavras todos os sentimentos que me envolvem neste momento...mas não posso! Enraivecido vou sair daqui, desiludido por saber que também esperas que um dia fuja às vontades dos outros e responda às nossas vontades, aos nossos desejos...Desculpa!&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/27340301-899820725397577873?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/899820725397577873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=899820725397577873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/899820725397577873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/899820725397577873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/vontades-contraditrias.html' title='Vontades Contraditórias'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-2537580903351389748</id><published>2007-07-19T00:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:19:55.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chego a casa e sento-me no escritório, abro uma garrafa de vinho e suavemente encho um copo, estou sozinho eu e as lembranças, lembro me de ti...de nós! Penso em todos os momentos belos que passamos, basta me um olhar para a mesa para encontrar um postal escrito por ti, uma foto de nós os dois naquela praia que amamos...a nossa praia, caiem-me as primeiras lágrimas da noite...foste mas permaneces aqui comigo, dentro de mim...ainda agora sai de ao pé de ti e já fazes tanta falta...&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/27340301-2537580903351389748?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2537580903351389748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=2537580903351389748' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2537580903351389748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/2537580903351389748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-6510873230711849219</id><published>2007-07-16T12:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T13:02:08.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Tired</title><content type='html'>Completamente farto das merdas que acontecem no dia a dia! Foda-se de que vale um gajo ser bonzinho e que toda a gente goste muito dele, se lá no fundo os filhos da puta é que se vão safando?Pergunto-me tantas vezes compensa ser bonzinho? Pa ter um lugar no paraiso, provavelmente, mas o que é que isso me interessa? Eu estou é a viver agora quero lá saber o que acontece depois de bater as botas...Tudo o que temos é construido e vivido na curta vida que temos então chego à conclusão que não interessa que os outros gostem de nós interessa é que nós nos gostemos de nós e que consigamos tudo aquilo que queremos na vida...olhem à vossa volta e contem quantos filhos da puta vocês conhecem que nada de bom fazem e que tudo de bom ganham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem-me o português isto foi um desabafo, nada está articulado porque é assim que as coisas estão na minha cabeça&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-6510873230711849219?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6510873230711849219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=6510873230711849219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6510873230711849219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6510873230711849219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and Tired'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-6841957017759092269</id><published>2007-05-06T14:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:32:01.778+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/Rj3XAHKSq0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yLtJ5HXU-A0/s1600-h/summer+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/Rj3XAHKSq0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yLtJ5HXU-A0/s320/summer+time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061437953156492098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu...porque já mereces isto e antes que seja demasiado tarde....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basta um sorriso teu para que o meu dia seja automaticamente bom, odeio tar longe de ti e peço-te desculpa por nem sempre estar lá, mas também sabes que a vida não tem sido minha amiga, és tu entre outras pessoas que me faz sorrir e sonhar, por ti acordo todos os dias com um sorriso, contigo sonho e tenho uma visão optimista da vida, dás-me tanto de bom nada de mau, não és perfeita eu também não o sou ninguém o é, és apenas quem eu preciso e com quem me sinto bem aquela com quem quero Estar, Amar, Guardar e Estimar, é verdade que ainda fico com um sorriso parvo quando me lembro do primeiro beijo, é ainda mais verdade que mal posso esperar pelo próximo, gostava de te dar tudo sei que o mereces mas axo que é impossivel dar tudo, tens tudo de mim disso não duvides, dificilmente te vou esquecer mais complicado ainda seria ver-te partir e tenho medo disso, não gostas de "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clichés"&lt;/span&gt; nem eu, mas a verdade é que me deito a pensar em ti e acordo a pensar em ti, fico xateado, irritado com a minha impotência quando me pedes parar ir para junto de ti e não posso, por mim estava sempre junto a ti, preciso de ti como um pianista do seu piano, és a letra da minha vida a minha melodia...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;metaforicamente falando Amo-te&lt;/span&gt;,...isto foi um desabafo apenas um desabafo...&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/27340301-6841957017759092269?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6841957017759092269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=6841957017759092269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6841957017759092269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/6841957017759092269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/tu.html' title='Tu'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/Rj3XAHKSq0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yLtJ5HXU-A0/s72-c/summer+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-1528075427844151989</id><published>2007-04-30T19:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:14:54.955+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgulho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje no decorrer de uma conversa, enquanto abria uma conta num banco, disseram à minha mãe que estava sentada ao meu lado: "Sim senhora, rico filho que você tem, desenrascado e seu amigo...deve ter muito orgulho". A minha mãe pa variar sorriu e acenou afirmativamente. Fica a questão será dificil ver?Será complicado perceber?Porque é que é tão fácil para os outros verem e para alguem que está tão perto parece que se torna quase impossível?Perguntas sem resposta....Mais que nunca hoje o digo, tenho orgulho de ser como sou, de fazer as coisas como faço de ajudar da forma que ajudo...Chamem-me egocêntrico se calhar estava na altura de o ser...&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/27340301-1528075427844151989?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1528075427844151989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=1528075427844151989' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/1528075427844151989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/1528075427844151989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/orgulho.html' title='Orgulho'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-1514298066882439693</id><published>2007-04-23T15:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:32:01.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RizIMmh3d5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/SY_HzzA0rHI/s1600-h/da+weasel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RizIMmh3d5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/SY_HzzA0rHI/s320/da+weasel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056636600456804242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles estão de volta, com o cd "Amor, Escárnio e Maldizer" os Da Weasel regressam em alta com grande mediatismo. Fica aqui a minha música favorita do novo CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mundos Mudos com Maestro Rui Massena e Czech National Synphonic Orchestra"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ligo Directo para a caixa de correio só para ouvir a tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Sei que é cena fora, mas todo o dia chega a hora em que o lado esquerdo chora quando se lembra de nós&lt;br /&gt;A vida corre tranquila, cada vez menos requila,&lt;br /&gt;Meto "guita" de parte e a cabeça não vacila tanto&lt;br /&gt;Para minha alegria e meu espanto,&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que o passado fique onde deve estar&lt;br /&gt;Pretérito Imperfeito, já que não é mais-que-perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;Este é o presente que eu aceito para atingir a tranquilidade,&lt;br /&gt;Que supostamente se atinge com a nossa idade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que a Saudade que passou não é mais que muita,&lt;br /&gt;Mas por muita força que faça, ela passa por saber que te vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu deste tudo...eu joguei...arrisquei e perdi agora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda o teu número eu mudei o meu,&lt;br /&gt;Muda o teu número eu mudei o meu,&lt;br /&gt;Muda o teu número eu mudei o meu,&lt;br /&gt;Muda o teu Mundo que eu mudei o meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que ligo tento deixar mensagem&lt;br /&gt;Mas acabo por nunca arranjar a coragem necessária&lt;br /&gt;Gostava apenas de partilhar contigo, o quotidiano habitual&lt;br /&gt;Nada que se compare com as correrias de outras alturas de outros abismos&lt;br /&gt;Já que falo por eufemismos, gostava de dizer que ainda gosto bastante de ti&lt;br /&gt;A casa está diferente, parece digna de gente, dá gosto sentar no sofá com a tv pela frente&lt;br /&gt;Comprei uma máquina de café, XPTO, bem bonita azul bebé,&lt;br /&gt;Ocasionalmente cozinho e bebo o meu vinho,&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço o frio que nos dava aquele quentinho&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia é mais à base do Ar Condicionado...condicionei a tentação num clima controlado&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas, que estou bem e sei que tu mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre gostas-te de brincar em perigosos terrenos&lt;br /&gt;Em relação a isso eu não sei o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Se calhar é por isso mesmo que acabo por não dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que a Saudade que passou não é mais que muita,&lt;br /&gt;Mas por muita força que faça, ela passa por saber que te vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu deste tudo...eu joguei...arrisquei e perdi agora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda o teu número eu mudei o meu&lt;br /&gt;Muda o teu número eu mudei o meu&lt;br /&gt;Muda o teu número eu mudei o meu&lt;br /&gt;Muda o teu Mundo que eu mudei o meu&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/27340301-1514298066882439693?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1514298066882439693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=1514298066882439693' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/1514298066882439693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/1514298066882439693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/de-volte.html' title='De volta'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RizIMmh3d5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/SY_HzzA0rHI/s72-c/da+weasel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-1517020864958232557</id><published>2007-04-14T14:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:32:02.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronaldo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RiDTwiXBOaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gDQDtX1siz0/s1600-h/ronaldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RiDTwiXBOaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gDQDtX1siz0/s320/ronaldo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053271612720232866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou um confesso admirador das capacidades futebolisticas de Ronaldo, tento por este motivo seguir todas as notícias que envolvam o melhor jogador portugues da actualidade, e na minha opinião, um dos melhores do Mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Há 3 dias atrás as capas do três principais jornais desportivos de Espanha eram feitas com nomes Portugueses, e todas elas com Cristiano Ronaldo. O "As" noticiava a ida do craque para Madrid com Mourinho, a "Marca" fazia manchete com a mesma noticia o "Sport" por outro lado tinha na capa uma foto montagem de Ronaldo com a camisola do Barcelona, e como título: "Ronaldo no nos escapará".&lt;br /&gt;Ontem Ronaldo renovou por 4 épocas com o Manchester United, vai auferir um salário de cerca de 750 mil euros por mês, 9 milhões de euros por época, tornando-se assim o jogador mais bem pago do Mundo e o mais bem pago Português de Sempre. Fergunson compara-o a Pelé e Maradona. Espanha chora, Inglaterra e Manchester sorriem, até Mourinho sorriu afirmando que os melhores jogadores devem estar no melhor campeonato do Mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente, e com apenas 22 anos, Ronaldo afirma-se como uma máquina futebolística, a sua velocidade, técnica, capacidade de remate e bom jogo de cabeça tornam-no num jogador que joga bem em qualquer posição avançada do terreno.&lt;br /&gt;Na selecção já provou ser indispensável, quando ele nao está o jogo está mais confuso menos solto e esclarecido, já marcou 17 golos e arrisca-se a ser o melhor marcador de sempre e o jogador com mais internacionalizações, tem neste momento 46 presenças pela equipa das Quinas.&lt;br /&gt;Acabou a novela, Ronaldo fica onde deve estar e o Manchester segura o seu número "7", nós portugueses continuamos a segui-lo e a ficar maravilhados com o Puto.&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/27340301-1517020864958232557?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1517020864958232557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=1517020864958232557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/1517020864958232557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/1517020864958232557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/ronaldo.html' title='Ronaldo'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/RiDTwiXBOaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gDQDtX1siz0/s72-c/ronaldo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-3965777718562092476</id><published>2007-04-12T23:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:52:35.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje...hoje é daqueles dias que nem a melhor piada do mundo me fazia rir, em que nem um bom amigo me consegue animar, em que tudo o que está em redor é futil e sem significado, em que o mundo parece que vai cair em cima de mim e por mais braços que tivesse nao o conseguiria segurar...hoje, hoje nem devia ser considerado dia&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/27340301-3965777718562092476?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3965777718562092476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=3965777718562092476' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/3965777718562092476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/3965777718562092476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-117199495726619996</id><published>2007-02-20T19:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T19:13:22.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias como o de hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eram dias como os de hoje que me faziam esperar por ti, que me faziam sonhar contigo, dias em que o sol está escondido e teima em não aparecer, dias em que estou colado ao computador viciado num qualquer video jogo que me prende a esta máquina...mas agora nestes dias não sonho contigo porque já aqui estás, porque és real, tenho saudades tuas e anseio pelo nosso encontro, fazes-me falta quando ficas tanto tempo longe...&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/27340301-117199495726619996?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/117199495726619996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=117199495726619996' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/117199495726619996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/117199495726619996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/dias-como-o-de-hoje.html' title='Dias como o de hoje'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-116776694341641549</id><published>2007-01-02T20:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:08:58.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2006-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1856/2878/1600/892117/DSCN1334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1856/2878/320/948746/DSCN1334.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E lá fomos nós dia 29,à porta da fcsh iniciou-se a viagem para a celebração da passagem de ano, seguimos o nosso caminho tranquilamente até peso da Régua, mais concretamente a 8 km de Peso da Régua na estrada que vai pa Mesão Frio, Casa da Bebereira a casa que nos acolheu nestes três dias de grande festa, uma casa espectacular que funcionou ainda como mais um incentivo para aquilo que já se esperava ser uma grande passagem de ano...malas desfeitas, quartos atribuídos, compras feitas e chegados os 5 companheiros que faltavam começaram 3 dias onde a diversão foi uma constante, onde o espírito de grupo foi fantástico resultado de um ano também ele fantástico nesse aspecto; rimos, choramos, bebemos, comemos, dançamos, cantamos foram 3 dias cheios de bons momentos que vão ser sempre recordados por todos...para mim foi a melhor passagem de ano de sempre e queria agradecer a todos pelos bons momentos...Bom 2007 para todos&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/27340301-116776694341641549?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116776694341641549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=116776694341641549' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/116776694341641549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/116776694341641549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/2006-2007.html' title='2006-2007'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-116639345441733664</id><published>2006-12-17T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:10:54.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nao faz assim tantas horas que senti pela última vez o toque suave dos teus labios nos meus, que senti teu abraço apertado como que a dizer "não vás fica aqui comigo, e já sinto um vazio dentro de mim uma saudade de todos os momentos que vivemos, uma sensaçao de nostalgia quando me recordo dos nossos momentos, das palavras trocadas, dos olhares cumplices que revelam, por vezes, mais que qualquer palavra...estou cansado os olhos já me pesam, mas só de pensar que hoje não vai estar à minha espera na cama pa me aquecer do frio de inverno que corre no meu quarto fico sem vontade de me deitar, queria fechar os olhos e ter-te aqui ao pé de mim...&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/27340301-116639345441733664?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116639345441733664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=116639345441733664' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/116639345441733664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/116639345441733664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/miss-you.html' title='Miss You'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-116397941628917705</id><published>2006-11-20T00:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:36:56.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/1600/JOAOCOUTINHO-PRAIA-PEGADAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/320/JOAOCOUTINHO-PRAIA-PEGADAS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E aquelas pegadas na areia molhada da praia são apenas pedaços da história, da nossa história que aos poucos construimos, onde vamos vivendo momentos tão únicos que serão sempre só nossos, é contigo que quero sentir por mais vezes os últimos raios de sol, que reflectem na água toda a felicidade que cada momento traz quando estou contigo, é contigo que quero ouvir o rebentar do mar bravo, enfurecido pelos ventos frios do Inverno onde a única coisa calma é o facto de estares ali comigo onde te sussuro ao ouvido tudo aquilo que significas para mim, onde trocamos promessas que vão acompanhar a nossa história, sim este texto chama-se Nós mas deveria chamar-se Tu...porque és Tu que está a tornar isto tudo possível&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/27340301-116397941628917705?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116397941628917705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=116397941628917705' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/116397941628917705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/116397941628917705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/ns.html' title='Nós'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-116283035446178715</id><published>2006-11-06T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:28:23.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A minha vida nos últimos dias em sido um turbilhão de emoções uma roda-viva de sensações que há muito não sentia...nem sei bem o que escrever depois de tudo aquilo que me aconteceu nestes últimos dias...é uma boa fase da minha vida que gostava que se dura-se muito tempo mesmo...Obrigado por tudo, fizes-te destes últimos dias algo fantástico, e sim um dia as nossas promessas vão ser cumpridas...Obrigado a todos os que tornaram mais um aniversário um dia especial...&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/27340301-116283035446178715?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116283035446178715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=116283035446178715' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/116283035446178715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/116283035446178715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-116189414102411548</id><published>2006-10-26T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:24:54.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por aí...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/1600/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/320/chuva.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja tentei fazer um texto 20 vezes hoje...não me sai nada e acabei de desistir...só vou dizer uma cena muito rápida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tou aqui em casa a ouvir a chuva a bater na janela o vento a soprar e baralhar os ramos das árvores mas não me sinto verdadeiramente estou por aí perdido pela chuva...&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/27340301-116189414102411548?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116189414102411548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=116189414102411548' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/116189414102411548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/116189414102411548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/por.html' title='Por aí...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-116082762757309212</id><published>2006-10-14T12:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:09:11.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;She never took the train alone she hated being on her own&lt;br /&gt;She always took me by the hand and say she needs me&lt;br /&gt;She never wanted love to fail she always hoped that it was real&lt;br /&gt;She’d look me in the eyes and say believe me&lt;br /&gt;But then night becomes the day and there’s nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;If there’s nothing left to say then something’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh tonight you killed me with your smile so beautiful and wild so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh tonight you killed me with your smile so beautiful and wild so beautiful and wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the hands would turn with time she’d always say hat she was my mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’d turn and lend a smile to say that she’s gone&lt;br /&gt;But in a whisper she’d arrive and dance into my life&lt;br /&gt;Like a music melody like a lovers song&lt;br /&gt;Oh tonight you killed me with your smile so beautiful and wild so beautiful and wild&lt;br /&gt;Oh tonight you killed me with your smile so beautiful and wild so beautiful and wild&lt;br /&gt;Through the darkest night comes the brightest light&lt;br /&gt;And the light that shines is deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It’s who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh tonight you killed me with your smile so beautiful and wild so beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh tonight you killed me with your smile so beautiful and wild so beautiful, beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh tonight you killed me with your smile so beautiful and wild so beautiful and wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So beautiful and wild &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So beautiful and wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reamon "Tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-116082762757309212?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116082762757309212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=116082762757309212' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/116082762757309212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/116082762757309212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/tonight.html' title='Tonight...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-116042689503947548</id><published>2006-10-09T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:50:59.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desaparecer...</title><content type='html'>Aptece me tar num canto sozinho, gritar para que tudo desapareça, para que vocês que me rodeiam vão com o meu grito desesperado...vocês todos aqueles problemas que quero combater e não sei por vezes onde arranjar forças, mas preciso das forças...por mim, para mim, por eles...não vou ser derrotado, não vou fraquejar...vencer pa convencer todos que sempre fomos e sempre seremos capazes de derrubar os muros que à nossa volta se erguem...um dia vou olhar pa trás e rir-me desta merda sei disso...tenho a certeza...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-116042689503947548?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116042689503947548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=116042689503947548' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/116042689503947548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/116042689503947548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/desaparecer.html' title='Desaparecer...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-115862076945808347</id><published>2006-09-18T23:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:06:09.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que sei eu sobre o amor??Tão pouco, mas o pouco que sei só me mostra dois caminhos possiveis no Amor ou mostrar-nos o verdadeiro sentimento de dor, mágoa, raiva, e por vezes ódio....ou então mostrar-nos aquilo que de mais belo pode haver, felicidade...uma palavra que engloba quase tudo o que nós podemos ter de melhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia alguém me disse "os grandes amores... servem para nos provar que não somos dignos deles"...uma frase que dá que pensar...que dá para reflectir que por vezes aqueles que pensamos ser os nossos grandes amores, são tão grandes que nos revelamos impotentes perante eles deixamos de os sentir de os viver, porque simplesmente não somos capazes de os viver...passamos somente a relembra-los como passagens da nossa vida, com medo que um dia os voltemos a encontrar e que tudo aquilo que um dia sentimos fale mais alto e novamente a tentação daquela pessoa, que consideramos perdida nos vastas ruas das nossas lembranças,seja impossível de contrariar e resistir...&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/27340301-115862076945808347?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115862076945808347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=115862076945808347' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115862076945808347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115862076945808347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-115807096030529909</id><published>2006-09-12T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:22:40.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>11/09/2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/1600/torres_11set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/320/torres_11set.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia que nos marcou a todos de uma maneira ou outra, todos nós ficamos ainda hoje rendidos quando vemos aqueles dois aviões a embaterem naqueles dois simbolos de uma nação que sempre se considerou superior...mas que naquele dia provou ser tão fragil como outra qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem celebrou-se o quinto aniversário daquele terrivel ataque terrorista como alguns consideram ou então um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"inside job"...&lt;/span&gt;sim leram bem um trabalho do próprio governo norte-americano, mas para melhor perceberem esta teoria e não começarem já a dizer que não é possivel, tal como eu fiz, vejam o documentário "Loose Change", um excelente trabalho realizado e escrito por Dylan Avery, está bem construido e não é só mais uma teoria da conspiração como eu próprio a defini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link para o documentário: www.LooseChange911.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-115807096030529909?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115807096030529909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=115807096030529909' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115807096030529909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115807096030529909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/11092001.html' title='11/09/2001'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-115685392227654812</id><published>2006-08-29T13:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T23:52:40.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back...</title><content type='html'>Antes de mais as minhas desculpas aos poucos leitores deste blog pela demora na colocação de novos textos mas não me foi possivel uma actualização constante nestas duas últimas semanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novos trabalhos, novos projectos, novas pessoas,novos desafios...aproxima-se um novo ano, sinto me com força, entusiasmado pelo novo ano que se avizinha por tudo aquilo que vamos desenvolver juntos como equipa no núcleo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este Verão fez-me bem...Sinto-me como novo, como um velho calhambeque que levou uma revisão geral e está de volta à estrada para continuar a sua viagem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-115685392227654812?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115685392227654812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=115685392227654812' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115685392227654812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115685392227654812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/back.html' title='Back...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-115505804878578775</id><published>2006-08-08T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T18:27:29.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Obrigados pelos momentos vividos, obrigado pelas palavras ditas...obrigado.Acho que sempre foste tu...sinto que foste e podes ser tu, é bom sentir que ainda ali estás, porque é que eu fugi?Será que te perdi?Será que temos um futuro diante de nós?Foi medo?Foi o meu deslumbramento do momento que vivia?Não sei. Sei que sinto-me bem onde tu estás...sei que quero repetir mais noites como a de ontem...beijo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Estou à tua espera num sitio onde as palavras já não magoam, não ferem, não sobram, nem faltam.Esse sitio existe" Inês Pedrosa--"Fazes-me falta"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-115505804878578775?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115505804878578775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=115505804878578775' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115505804878578775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115505804878578775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-115452300261040200</id><published>2006-08-02T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T13:50:02.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Incubus--I miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:-1;"&gt;Uma grande banda...uma grande música...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see you when I wake up&lt;br /&gt;is a gift I didn't think could be real&lt;br /&gt;to know that you feel the same as I do&lt;br /&gt;is a three-fold utopian dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do something to me&lt;br /&gt;that I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;so would I be out of line, if I said&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your picture, I smell your skin on&lt;br /&gt;the empty pillow next to mine&lt;br /&gt;you have only been gone ten days&lt;br /&gt;but already I am wasting away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll see you again&lt;br /&gt;whether far or soon&lt;br /&gt;but I need you to know that I care&lt;br /&gt;and I miss you&lt;br /&gt;(I miss you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-115452300261040200?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115452300261040200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=115452300261040200' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115452300261040200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115452300261040200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/incubus-i-miss-you.html' title='Incubus--I miss You'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-115318258372300924</id><published>2006-07-18T01:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T01:29:44.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Espero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/1600/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/320/waiting.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui de olhos bem fechados à espera daquele dia que nunca mais chega e que povavelmente nunca vai chegar, mas espero por vezes desespero por aquele dia em que vais dizer tou aqui faz-me feliz como um dia me prometeste...À espera daquele dia em que os nossos lábios se vão tocar em que vou sentir o doce dos teus lábios, em que o meu coração vai bater como nunca antes bateu, porque nunca antes teve tanta vontade e força, em que vou sentir os teus cabelos nas minhas mãos, sentir o teu perfume,ficar encostado a ti a observar as estrelas numa praia a ouvir as ondas a rebentar e no silêncio da noite apenas sentir que estás ali ao meu lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Entretanto estou aqui de olhos fechados...aguardando&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-115318258372300924?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115318258372300924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=115318258372300924' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115318258372300924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115318258372300924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/espero.html' title='Espero'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-115257669026777623</id><published>2006-07-11T01:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T01:13:07.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Staind-Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Com uma letra destas não pode haver mt a dizer....tá tudo dito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Bring me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; All the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That I could beg you please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; In vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; All the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That I felt insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; My burdens at the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But I'm on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm looking in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; See your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; 'Cause inside you're ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You're ugly like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; See to the real you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; All the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That I felt like this won't end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; It's for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; What I could never have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; It was from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; All the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That I've cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; My intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Full of pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But I waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; More time than anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But I'm on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I'm looking in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; See your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; 'Cause inside you're ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You're ugly like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; See to the real you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; All the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That I've cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; All this wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; It's all inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; All this pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Stuffed it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; It's back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Here in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; All alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I can't mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Tomorrow will be OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But I'm on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I'm looking in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; See your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; 'Cause inside you're ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You're ugly like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; See to the real you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-115257669026777623?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115257669026777623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=115257669026777623' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115257669026777623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115257669026777623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/staind-outside.html' title='Staind-Outside'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-115239843431552026</id><published>2006-07-08T23:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:42:12.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças</title><content type='html'>Lembras-te?Eu Lembro-me. Lembro-me daquele verão em que te conheci faz agora quantos anos?5 ne?Pois é já foi à 5 anos que te conheci e que me apaixonei...lembras-te das primeiras palavras?Dos primeiros olhares?Eu lembro-me como se fosse hoje...eramos putos, novos e completamente desconhecedores do que era tudo aquilo por isso é que se calhar foi tão engraçado de viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também me lembro que faz agora neste verão 4 anos que vivi os últimos momentos contigo...sais-te da minha vida tão rapidamente como entras-te e nem eu nem tu queriamos que fosse tão rápido mas nada podemos fazer...Lembras-te do que te disse naquela tarde?Espero que sim e espero que ainda guardes o que te escrevi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço este texto para ti e a pensar em ti embora saiba que não o vais ler, não tenho nada teu nem um contacto, nem uma foto sequer mas tenho sempre as lembranças...Onde quer que estejas um beijo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-115239843431552026?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115239843431552026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=115239843431552026' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115239843431552026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115239843431552026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/lembranas.html' title='Lembranças'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-115201871122520546</id><published>2006-07-04T13:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T14:12:57.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um ano diferente de tudo o que podia imaginar, realmente já tinha sido avisado o ano de caloiro é um ano que nunca se esquece, e eu simplesmente não vou conseguir esquecer este ano por muitos anos que viva, por muitas boas coisas que me possam acontecer...vai ser simplesmente impossível esquecer este ano.Desde todas aquelas tardes na esplanada onde raramente se fala de alguma coisa de útil, mas onde a boa disposição está sempre presente, o riso é uma constante, depois ainda existem todas aquelas saidas nocturnas, ora vaguiando pelo bairro alto, ora em Santos no já famoso Marretas, ou então simplesmente em casa de alguém a beber cervejas a noite toda, nunca uma saída era igual à outra, existia sempre uma situação alguém que por isto ou aquilo a tornava diferente, além de tudo isto entrei para um núcleo de estudantes onde se trabalha e temos projectos arrojados e aliciantes para o próximo ano uma grande equipa e onde também constitui amizades...Por falar em amigos é de referir que criei várias amizades este ano, amigos estes que tornaram tudo isto possível a eles o meu Obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ano cheio de qualidades e coisas boas onde raramente algo de mau me aconteceu, desenvolvi amizades, paixões, companheirismo, troquei confidencias, reparti e guardei segredos, muita gente tocou no meu coração e espero ter tocado no coração de muita gente e foi tudo isto que tornou este ano Grandioso para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora estou de férias a descansar de um longo e cansativo ano...ou então não...à espera de que daqui a um ano possa estar um caloiro a escrever um texto semelhante a este, é sinal que também ele teve um ano de caloiro inesquecível...&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/27340301-115201871122520546?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115201871122520546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=115201871122520546' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115201871122520546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115201871122520546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/um-ano.html' title='Um ano...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-115083982779437246</id><published>2006-06-20T22:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:43:47.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/1600/cityangles_1800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/320/cityangles_1800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E é nestes momentos em que me deito e sonho que te tenho aqui ao meu lado e que os nossos dois corpos nus se unem num só em perfeita sintonia onde sinto o toque da tua pele e o doce dos teus labios nos meus...onde tudo acaba com um Amo-te e um fechar de olhos que torna aquele momento eterno e único...&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/27340301-115083982779437246?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115083982779437246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=115083982779437246' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115083982779437246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115083982779437246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-115076573264119070</id><published>2006-06-20T01:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T02:08:52.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Passado...Presente...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há um ano atrás a minha vida estava tão diferente...nervos pelos exames nacionais...ansiedade pela saida das notas ainda nem havia realizado as provas....ansiedade para que a minha vida muda-se pois sentia-me mal interiormente, e ninguém via isso...não, não era feliz e quem diz que o era engana-se aliás foram raros os momentos de felicidade nesse ano...mas agora tudo mudou...sou feliz...sinto-me bem comigo mesmo, tenho amigos, um curso que gosto, pessoas que gostam de mim, na faculdade tenho tudo de bom, este ano tudo correu melhor do que alguma vez eu havia planeado. Por um lado isto é uma lição para mim a vida está sempre a mudar...não é quando nós queremos...mas sim quando ela sente que precisamos dessa mudança...ou melhor que merecemos essa mudança...resta saber o que o futuro me reserva...&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/27340301-115076573264119070?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115076573264119070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=115076573264119070' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115076573264119070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115076573264119070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/passadopresente.html' title='Passado...Presente...?'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-115032460579230416</id><published>2006-06-14T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T23:36:45.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por aí</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vagueio por ruas desertas, por aí sozinho deambulando por caminhos desconhecidos, para onde vou? Não sei vou para onde eu quiser porque nada me consegue segurar, porque sou uma força da natureza, porque sei agora mais que nunca que sou forte em muitos aspectos...Ando por aí solto de amarras ou cordas que me prendam os movimentos, sou um lider de mim mesmo, e sigo pelos caminhos que se abrem, desconhecidos, escuros, aliciantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pedras no caminho? Guardo-as todas um dia vou construir um castelo"&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/27340301-115032460579230416?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115032460579230416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=115032460579230416' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115032460579230416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115032460579230416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/por.html' title='Por aí'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-115002746910386188</id><published>2006-06-11T12:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T13:04:29.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu caminho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/1600/SOUTHWAY2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/320/SOUTHWAY2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigo o meu caminho...sozinho...acompanhado apenas por lembranças, bons momentos, velhas amizades, sigo não sei para onde, sigo para onde o coração me leva onde a cabeça não tem fundamento, onde apenas o coração manda, sigo deambulante por cidades, vilas, aldeias, conheço pessoas, amo...odeio, por vezes sinto-me sozinho outras acompanhado por todas aquelas maravilhosas lembranças de velhos tempos passados na companhia daqueles que mais gosto, mas agora sigo sozinho porque é assim que tem que ser até me encontrar de novo...sigo...sigo o meu caminho...&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/27340301-115002746910386188?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115002746910386188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=115002746910386188' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115002746910386188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/115002746910386188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/meu-caminho.html' title='Meu caminho...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-114962520472293197</id><published>2006-06-06T20:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:20:04.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não...desculpa mas Não.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/1600/beijo_2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/320/beijo_2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;João estava em casa abandonado, sozinho como todos os dias se sentia quando acordava, o cinzeiro estava cheio de beatas e cinza dos cigarros que fumava quase de seguida, cigarro após cigarro com uma foto do seu amor na mão ia afogando as suas mágoas numa garrafa de vodka estava quase toda ela vazia, pensava em muita coisa, deambulava sobre como seria a sua vida com ela, como seria o seu sorriso ao amanhecer...mas tudo isso era impossível e ele sabia apenas o negava, embriagado saiu de casa pegou no carro, o caminho foi difícil de fazer, as mais simples curvas eram autênticos desafios, as luzes dos carros encadeavam-no...finalmente chegou ao seu destino, a casa de Ana.&lt;br /&gt;Tocou à campainha do outro lado surgiu a voz calma e sensual de Ana: Quem é?João respondeu com uma voz rouca:Sou eu abre a porta por favor...Ana reconheceu sua voz e abriu a porta. João entrou no hall do prédio entrou no elevador e quase de olhos fechados carregou po 8º andar, sabia-o de cor, ao chegar Ana abriu a porta surpreendida perguntou: Que fazes aqui a estas horas?Que cara é essa?Tás bem? João respondeu com uma pergunta: Amas-me? Ana surpreendida: Desculpa não estou a perceber? É simples Amas-me ou Não...responde por favor preciso de saber... Ana com uma voz triste e timida respondeu: Não...desculpa mas Não. João então virou costas e murmurou então se não vou viver contigo...tirou o pequeno revólver que tinha no bolso mete-o dentro da boca e disparou mesmo perante o grito desesperado de Ana: NNNNÃÃÃÃOOOOO&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/27340301-114962520472293197?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114962520472293197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=114962520472293197' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114962520472293197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114962520472293197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/nodesculpa-mas-no.html' title='Não...desculpa mas Não.'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-114954554809830471</id><published>2006-06-05T23:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T23:12:28.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Aptece me gritar, fugir para bem longe daqui passar lá uma temporada e regressar de mente limpa e de coração renovado...fica aqui uma música que exprime isso mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;"In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,&lt;br /&gt;This world you must've crossed... you said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care,&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't wear my chains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential and appealed, carry all your thoughts across&lt;br /&gt;An open field,&lt;br /&gt;When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry&lt;br /&gt;When they see you&lt;br /&gt;You said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care,&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't wear my chains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I think I'll go to Boston...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start a new life,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,&lt;br /&gt;I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go to Boston,&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm just tired&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice...&lt;br /&gt;Boston... where no one knows my name..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;  "Why can't I be like you Jack? Just head out for the horizon whenever I feel like it."--fala do filme Titanic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-114954554809830471?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114954554809830471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=114954554809830471' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114954554809830471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114954554809830471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/boston_114954554809830471.html' title='Boston'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-114916298014766077</id><published>2006-06-01T12:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T12:56:20.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/1600/beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/320/beijo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this little town&lt;br /&gt; cars they don't slow down&lt;br /&gt; The lonely people here&lt;br /&gt; They throw lonely stares&lt;br /&gt; Into their lonely hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I watch the traffic lights&lt;br /&gt; I drift on Christmas nights&lt;br /&gt; I wanna set it straight&lt;br /&gt; I wanna make it right&lt;br /&gt; But girl you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, hold still for a moment and I'll find you&lt;br /&gt; I'm so close, I'm just a small step behind you girl&lt;br /&gt; And I could hold you if you just stood still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I jaywalk through this town&lt;br /&gt; I drop leaves on the ground&lt;br /&gt; But lonely people here&lt;br /&gt; Just gaze their eyes on air&lt;br /&gt; And miss the autumn roar&lt;br /&gt; I roam through traffic lights&lt;br /&gt; I fade through Christmas nights&lt;br /&gt; I wanna set it straight&lt;br /&gt; I wanna make it right&lt;br /&gt; But man you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, I'll hold still for a moment so you'll find me&lt;br /&gt; You're so close, I can feel you all around me boy&lt;br /&gt; I know you're somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt; I know you're somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, hold still for a moment and I'll find you&lt;br /&gt; You're so close, I can feel you all around me&lt;br /&gt; And I could hold you if you just stood still&lt;br /&gt; Oh, I'll hold still for a moment so you'll find me&lt;br /&gt; I'm so close, I'm just a small step behind you&lt;br /&gt; I know you're somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt; I know you're somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt; I know you're somewhere out there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-114916298014766077?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114916298014766077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=114916298014766077' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114916298014766077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114916298014766077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/hold-still.html' title='Hold Still'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-114892611184551469</id><published>2006-05-29T19:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T19:20:41.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E Se?</title><content type='html'>Todos nós temos o nosso mundo imaginário, o mundo onde por vezes projectamos aquele que consideramos ser o futuro brilhante, como também imaginamos o que puderia ser a nossa vida se eu tivesse feito aquilo naquela determinada altura, se eu tivesse investido naquela pessoa mais do que eu investi, se lhe tivesse dito tudo o que sentia será que algo mudava?Um sem número de perguntas invade a nossa mente, perguntas sem resposta....o mundo dos "ses" é mesmo isso um mundo sem resposta por mais perguntas que ele nos coloque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes "ses" invadem o meu pensamento e fazem-me recordar várias situações...por isso levanto-me da minha cama olho ao espelho sorrio e penso vou lutar para fazer um amanhã diferente...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-114892611184551469?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114892611184551469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=114892611184551469' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114892611184551469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114892611184551469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/e-se.html' title='E Se?'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-114859160249703406</id><published>2006-05-25T22:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:22:02.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rui Costa - O Maestro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/1600/getimage.asp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/320/getimage.asp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje faço uma publicação de alegria e também de emoção...Rui Costa regressa aquele que ele próprio denomina o seu clube do coração, é com grande alegria que recebo esta notícia. A sua paixão por este grande clube, do qual sou sócio, ficou ainda mais sublinhada pelo seu ar de felicidade e emoção na sua apresentação...do qual vou destacar duas frases que revelam isso mesmo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;«Se um jogador assina um contrato em branco, é porque o dinheiro não é uma prioridade. Desde que me dêem uma camisola»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;«Este não é um dia normal. Representei quatro equipas na minha carreira e em todas elas tive grandes emoções. Mas nenhuma outra me deu a satisfação de entrar num estádio sabendo que estava a representar o meu clube do coração. Espero que essa alegria possa ser também dos adeptos do Benfica»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem vindo Rui&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/27340301-114859160249703406?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114859160249703406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=114859160249703406' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114859160249703406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114859160249703406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/rui-costa-o-maestro.html' title='Rui Costa - O Maestro'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-114842784317827305</id><published>2006-05-24T00:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:44:03.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofrimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/1600/vazio.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/320/vazio.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofro, porque a manhã não nasce como eu gostava...porque os raios do sol parecem não conseguir aquecer me a alma e reconfortar-me o coração...porque sei que tenho muito mas mesmo assim sinto-me vazio...porque é raro o dia em que me deito e comigo levo um sorriso e não um sentimento de incerteza e de tristeza, que assombra todas as minhas noites...porque aquilo que verdadeiramente quero parece tão longe e ao mesmo tempo tão perto...mas...amanhã nasce um novo dia e com ele o sol e apesar deste não me reconfortar o coração, eu vou olhá-lo de frente, respirar fundo e sorrir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-114842784317827305?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114842784317827305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=114842784317827305' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114842784317827305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114842784317827305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/sofrimento.html' title='Sofrimento'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-114825329640049354</id><published>2006-05-22T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T00:18:36.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ja tentei fazer textos...mas n sai nada fica aqui uma letra...provavelmente diz mais que qualquer texto que possa escrever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Here Without You"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred days have made me older&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time that I saw your pretty face&lt;br /&gt;A thousand lies have made me colder&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I can look at this the same&lt;br /&gt;But all the miles that separate&lt;br /&gt;Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight it's only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miles just keep rollin'&lt;br /&gt;As the people leave their way to say hello&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this life is overrated&lt;br /&gt;But I hope that it gets better as we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl its only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know, and anywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it wont take away my love&lt;br /&gt;And when the last one falls&lt;br /&gt;When it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it wont take away my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl its only you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/27340301-114825329640049354?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114825329640049354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=114825329640049354' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114825329640049354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114825329640049354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/tu.html' title='Tu...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-114773044079181022</id><published>2006-05-15T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:00:51.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Portugal - A nossa selecção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/1600/pt%40fpf.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/320/pt%40fpf.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guarda Redes:&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo&lt;br /&gt;Quim&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Vale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defesas:&lt;br /&gt;Miguel&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Ferreira&lt;br /&gt;Nuno Valente&lt;br /&gt;Caneira&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Carvalho&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Meira&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Costa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Médios:&lt;br /&gt;Petit&lt;br /&gt;Tiago&lt;br /&gt;Maniche&lt;br /&gt;Simão&lt;br /&gt;Figo&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;Costinha&lt;br /&gt;Hugo Viana&lt;br /&gt;Luís Boa Morte&lt;br /&gt;Deco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avançados:&lt;br /&gt;Nuno Gomes&lt;br /&gt;Pauleta&lt;br /&gt;Hélder Postiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São estes os 23 jogadores que, na Alemanha, nos vão fazer sonhar com um título histórico...o Campeonato do Mundo...vamos unir-nos à Nossa Selecção e levá-la em ombros até ao tão desejado título...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-114773044079181022?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114773044079181022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=114773044079181022' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114773044079181022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114773044079181022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/portugal-nossa-seleco.html' title='Portugal - A nossa selecção'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-114738524442717589</id><published>2006-05-11T22:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:07:24.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>Como sabem Saudade é uma palavra que só existe em Português, mais nenhuma outra nação possui a palavra Saudade é por isso uma palavra nossa e penso que também somos nós portugueses que a sentimos com a maior intensidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este texto é para uma pessoa muito especial para mim que se encontra longe, o meu primo devido a uma excelente opurtonidade de trabalho,única mesmo, embarcou numa aventura por terras alemãs mais concretamente na Agência Espacial Europeia, é para ti que escrevo este pequeno texto, para te fazer ver que a saudade é uma presença constante quando se refere o teu nome em jantares de familia, quando me econtro com os teus pais ou quando falo com a Su ou com o Gonçalo no msn por exemplo tu estás sempre presente...sentimos todos muito a tua falta mas todos te admiramos e temos orgulho em ti e no teu precurso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais sorrisos e lágrimas que a vida te possa trazer e por mais obstáculos que encontres pelo caminho nunca desistas de o percorrer porque no final sairás vitorioso...Abraço forte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-114738524442717589?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114738524442717589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=114738524442717589' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114738524442717589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114738524442717589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-114712693252777108</id><published>2006-05-08T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:22:31.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>A vida dá voltas e voltas e por mais voltas k dê nunca se cansa de nos enviar uma surpresa, uma novidade,um sorriso,uma lágrima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord walks in misterious ways...so do Life... vi isto num filme que não me recordo mas nunca mais esqueci esta frase...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-114712693252777108?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114712693252777108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=114712693252777108' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114712693252777108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114712693252777108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-114668698666355705</id><published>2006-05-03T20:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:09:46.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã...</title><content type='html'>O amanhã foi, é e será sempre uma incógnita, por mais planos que façamos, por mais coisas que tenhamos agendadas, nunca sabemos o que nos poderá acontecer.Ontem não tinhamos a miníma noção como seria o dia de hoje, e hoje não sabemos o que vai ser o amanhã podemos chegar bem a esta hora da noite, da mesma maneira que podemos estar mortos, hospitalizados, doentes, ou até muito melhor e muito mais felizes...&lt;br /&gt;Penso que esta grande incógnita é o sal e a pimenta da vida aquilo que dá razão à nossa existência, descobrir o amanhã é sempre um desafio, por isso devemos viver cada dia como este fosse o último das nossas vidas...porque até pode mesmo ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma vez que ignoras o que o te reserva o dia de amanhã, procura ser feliz hoje...lembrando que amanhã talvez a lua te procurará em vão" LONA, ADOLFO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-114668698666355705?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114668698666355705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=114668698666355705' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114668698666355705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114668698666355705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/amanh.html' title='Amanhã...'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-114650950326265410</id><published>2006-05-01T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T19:51:43.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um Ribeiro</title><content type='html'>Dia 1 de Maio às 9 e 30 da manhã nascia o Rodrigo&lt;br /&gt;com 3250 gramas e parecido com a mãe, é o mais recente membro da já vasta familia Ribeiro, um recém-nascido que vem a este Mundo cada vez mais frio e imprivisivel, de mim podes sempre esperar apoio e amizade estarei sempre aqui...bem vindo ao Mundo priminho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-114650950326265410?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114650950326265410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=114650950326265410' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114650950326265410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114650950326265410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/mais-um-ribeiro.html' title='Mais um Ribeiro'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27340301.post-114644095935493669</id><published>2006-05-01T00:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T00:49:19.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Problema de Expressão- Clã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/1600/sem-raz%3F%3Fes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1856/2878/320/sem-raz%3F%3Fes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pra dizer que te Amo&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre escolho o melhor termo&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre escolho o melhor modo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devia ser como no cinema&lt;br /&gt;A lingua inglesa fica sempre bem&lt;br /&gt;E nunca atraiçoa ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu Mundo está tão perto do meu&lt;br /&gt;E o que digo está tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Como o mar está do céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pra dixer que te Amo&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porquê este embaraço&lt;br /&gt;Que mais parece que só te estimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E até nos momentos em que digo que não quero&lt;br /&gt;E o que sinto por ti são coisas confusas&lt;br /&gt;E até parece que estou a mentir,&lt;br /&gt;As palavras custam a sair&lt;br /&gt;Não digo o que estou a sentir&lt;br /&gt;Digo o contrário do que estou a sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu Mundo está tão perto do meu&lt;br /&gt;E o que digo está tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Como o mar está do céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é tão dificil dizer Amor&lt;br /&gt;É bem melhor dizê-lo a cantar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Fiz esta canção&lt;br /&gt;Para resolver os meus problemas de expressão&lt;br /&gt;Pra ficar mais perto, bem mais de perto&lt;br /&gt;Ficar mais perto,bem mais de perto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque há musicas que nos marcam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27340301-114644095935493669?l=myspacethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114644095935493669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27340301&amp;postID=114644095935493669' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114644095935493669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27340301/posts/default/114644095935493669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspacethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/problema-de-expresso-cl.html' title='Problema de Expressão- Clã'/><author><name>Diogo Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06000785832032985653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7B3zrZIk8go/R-rurXXy64I/AAAAAAAAADY/TNk5gEr6ie8/S220/HPIM6146(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
