<?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-30932649</id><updated>2011-08-15T07:28:07.921+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frio de Inverno</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-7262950584169472702</id><published>2009-01-18T13:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:28:45.637Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/SXMtJXpBcfI/AAAAAAAAB1c/KXTIxofWIlY/s1600-h/IMG_1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292623626078614002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/SXMtJXpBcfI/AAAAAAAAB1c/KXTIxofWIlY/s400/IMG_1809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caminhava por entre as gotas que caíam levemente. Procurava-te por todo o lado e apenas encontrava o sussurro do vento que me acariciava o rosto. Sentia nesse vento a tua presença, o teu cheiro, o teu toque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procurei uma eternidade por ti até que te encontrei. Eras tu o vento que falava e eu não ouvia. Eras tu que me acariciavas de cada vez que saía para te procurar. Estavas em todo o lado, sempre ao meu lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim foi desde o momento em que partiste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-7262950584169472702?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/7262950584169472702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=7262950584169472702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/7262950584169472702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/7262950584169472702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2009/01/caminhava-por-entre-as-gotas-que-caam.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/SXMtJXpBcfI/AAAAAAAAB1c/KXTIxofWIlY/s72-c/IMG_1809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-4102544885098121606</id><published>2008-12-29T14:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:34:34.409Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/SVjezcACcBI/AAAAAAAABtA/5c2bIkuu_Qs/s1600-h/SnowBeech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285219137990324242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/SVjezcACcBI/AAAAAAAABtA/5c2bIkuu_Qs/s400/SnowBeech.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paro!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Respiro!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tento sentir algo pela qual não consigo esperar. Viro-me na cama e a única coisa que sinto é o frio. Para um lado, para o outro, apenas frio. Naquela cama apenas eu e o frio. A companhia sempre assídua de muitas noites sem fim. Desejo o calor. Anseio pelo calor, mas ele não aparece. Insiste em manter-se agarrado a objectos metálicos que, sem esse calor, são tão frios como a cama em que hoje me deito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-4102544885098121606?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/4102544885098121606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=4102544885098121606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/4102544885098121606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/4102544885098121606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2008/12/paro-respiro-tento-sentir-algo-pela.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/SVjezcACcBI/AAAAAAAABtA/5c2bIkuu_Qs/s72-c/SnowBeech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-8766492724561850726</id><published>2008-09-19T23:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:29:03.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/SNQmupOFZkI/AAAAAAAABJg/W8Ns7xrmyAM/s1600-h/li.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247862048574236226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/SNQmupOFZkI/AAAAAAAABJg/W8Ns7xrmyAM/s400/li.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aint got no home, aint got no shoes&lt;br /&gt;Aint got no money, aint got no class&lt;br /&gt;Aint got no friends, aint got no schoolin&lt;br /&gt;Aint got no wear, aint got no job&lt;br /&gt;Aint got no man&lt;br /&gt;Aint got no father, aint got no mother&lt;br /&gt;Aint got no children, aint got no&lt;br /&gt;Aint got no earth, aint got no water&lt;br /&gt;Aint got no ticket, aint got no token&lt;br /&gt;Aint got no love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair, I got my head&lt;br /&gt;I got my brains, I got my ears&lt;br /&gt;I got my eyes, I got my nose&lt;br /&gt;I got my mouth, I got my smile&lt;br /&gt;I got my tongue, I got my chin&lt;br /&gt;I got my neck, I got my tits&lt;br /&gt;I got my heart, I got my soul&lt;br /&gt;I got my back, I got my sex&lt;br /&gt;I got my arms, I got my hands&lt;br /&gt;I got my fingers, got my legs&lt;br /&gt;I got my feet, I got my toes&lt;br /&gt;I got my liver, got my blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got life , I got my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina Simone - I Ain't Got No, I Got Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-8766492724561850726?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/8766492724561850726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=8766492724561850726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/8766492724561850726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/8766492724561850726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2008/09/aint-got-no-home-aint-got-no-shoes-aint.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/SNQmupOFZkI/AAAAAAAABJg/W8Ns7xrmyAM/s72-c/li.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-6915300577225848291</id><published>2008-04-22T13:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:42:28.463Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/SA3ftu3fnZI/AAAAAAAAAw8/VYnZeQmQsHA/s1600-h/daydream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192051922195946898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/SA3ftu3fnZI/AAAAAAAAAw8/VYnZeQmQsHA/s400/daydream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my daydream seems as one inside of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though it seems hard to reach through this life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your blue and hopeless life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my daydream screams bitter 'til the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the love i share, true, selfish to the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my heart, my sacred heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my daydream dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my daydream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my daydream dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my daydream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daydream - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-6915300577225848291?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/6915300577225848291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=6915300577225848291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/6915300577225848291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/6915300577225848291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-daydream-seems-as-one-inside-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/SA3ftu3fnZI/AAAAAAAAAw8/VYnZeQmQsHA/s72-c/daydream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-6998286666975879680</id><published>2008-01-08T14:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:42:28.786Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/R4OLQZOoYQI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Yt5RjMBOurk/s1600-h/rain.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153115512408400130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/R4OLQZOoYQI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Yt5RjMBOurk/s400/rain.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the answer at the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;I will be there for you while you take the time&lt;br /&gt;In the burning of uncertainty I will be your solid ground&lt;br /&gt;I will hold the balance If you can't look down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it takes my whole life I won't break I won't bend&lt;br /&gt;It'll all be worth it worth it in the end&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can only tell you what I know&lt;br /&gt;That I need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;When the stars have all gone out&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be burning so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast me gently into morning&lt;br /&gt;For the night has been unkind&lt;br /&gt;Take me to a place so holy&lt;br /&gt;That I can wash this from my mind&lt;br /&gt;The memory of choosing not to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it takes my whole life I won't break, I won't bend&lt;br /&gt;It'll all be worth it worth it in the end&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can only tell you what I know&lt;br /&gt;That I need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;And when the stars have all burned out&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be burning so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast me gently into morning for the night has been unkind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah McLachlan - Answer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-6998286666975879680?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/6998286666975879680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=6998286666975879680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/6998286666975879680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/6998286666975879680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-will-be-answer-at-end-of-line-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/R4OLQZOoYQI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Yt5RjMBOurk/s72-c/rain.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-5120364220651489342</id><published>2007-12-04T09:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:42:28.943Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/R1Ug7PM9iWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JN5mGqmoNBc/s1600-h/monv838-hubble-20040304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140050751778556258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/R1Ug7PM9iWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JN5mGqmoNBc/s320/monv838-hubble-20040304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes I get tired of this me-first attitude &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are the one thing that keeps me smiling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why I'm always wishing hard for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause your light shines so bright &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't feel no solitude &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my first star at night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd be lost in space without you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll never lose my faith in you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How will I ever get to heaven, if I do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feels just so fine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we touch the sky me and you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my idyll of heaven &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why can't it always be so good? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's all right, I know you're out there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doing what you've gotta do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my soul satellite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd be lost in space without you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll never lose my faith in you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How will I ever get to heaven, if I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And I'll never lose my faith in you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How will I ever get to heaven, if I do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll never lose my faith in you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll never lose my faith in you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost in Space - Lighthouse Family&lt;/strong&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/30932649-5120364220651489342?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/5120364220651489342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=5120364220651489342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/5120364220651489342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/5120364220651489342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes-i-get-tired-of-this-me-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/R1Ug7PM9iWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JN5mGqmoNBc/s72-c/monv838-hubble-20040304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-8349253252672284829</id><published>2007-10-22T16:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T16:49:28.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was a time &lt;br /&gt;I had nothing to give &lt;br /&gt;I needed shelter from the storm i was in &lt;br /&gt;And when it all got too heavy &lt;br /&gt;You carried my weight &lt;br /&gt;And i want to hold you &lt;br /&gt;And i want to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you are all that i need &lt;br /&gt;For you, I give my soul to keep &lt;br /&gt;You see me, love me &lt;br /&gt;Just the way i am &lt;br /&gt;For you i am a better man &lt;br /&gt;I said you are the reason &lt;br /&gt;For everything i do &lt;br /&gt;I'd be lost, so lost without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the stars &lt;br /&gt;At the edge of the sea &lt;br /&gt;There's no one around &lt;br /&gt;No one but you and me &lt;br /&gt;We'd talk for hours &lt;br /&gt;As time drifts away &lt;br /&gt;I could stay here forver &lt;br /&gt;And hold you this way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz you are all that i need &lt;br /&gt;For you, I give my soul to keep &lt;br /&gt;You see me, love me &lt;br /&gt;Just the way i am &lt;br /&gt;For you i am a better man &lt;br /&gt;I said you are the reason &lt;br /&gt;For everything i do &lt;br /&gt;I'd be lost, so lost without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Better Man - James Morrison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-8349253252672284829?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/8349253252672284829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=8349253252672284829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/8349253252672284829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/8349253252672284829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-was-time-i-had-nothing-to-give-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-6394707182613017855</id><published>2007-09-17T19:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:42:29.188Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Ru7FedTvvGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VJLQ-A5ScCo/s1600-h/dusk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111239754166287458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Ru7FedTvvGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VJLQ-A5ScCo/s320/dusk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Ru7FHtTvvFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bYjw4Bq6Dtc/s1600-h/Blunt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trouble is her only friend and he's back again&lt;br /&gt;Makes her body older than it really is&lt;br /&gt;And she says it's high time she went away&lt;br /&gt;No ones got much to say in this time&lt;br /&gt;Trouble is the only way is down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As strong as you were&lt;br /&gt;Tender you got&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you breathing&lt;br /&gt;For the last time&lt;br /&gt;A song for your heart&lt;br /&gt;But when it is quiet&lt;br /&gt;I know what it means&lt;br /&gt;And I'll carry you home&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she had wings she would fly away&lt;br /&gt;And another day god will give her some&lt;br /&gt;Trouble is the only way is down,down,down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As strong as you were&lt;br /&gt;Tender you got&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you breathing for the last time&lt;br /&gt;A song for your heart&lt;br /&gt;But when it is quiet&lt;br /&gt;I know what it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you home&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they all want pretty&lt;br /&gt;New York City lights&lt;br /&gt;And summers little girl has been taken from the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;But the stars and stripes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As strong as you were&lt;br /&gt;Tender you got&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you breathing for the last time&lt;br /&gt;A song for your heart&lt;br /&gt;But when it is quiet&lt;br /&gt;I know what it means&lt;br /&gt;And i'll carry you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As strong as you were&lt;br /&gt;Tender you got&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you breathing for the last time&lt;br /&gt;A song for your heart&lt;br /&gt;But when it is quiet&lt;br /&gt;I know what it means&lt;br /&gt;And I'll carry you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Blunt - Carry You Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-6394707182613017855?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/6394707182613017855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=6394707182613017855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/6394707182613017855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/6394707182613017855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2007/09/trouble-is-her-only-friend-and-hes-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Ru7FedTvvGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VJLQ-A5ScCo/s72-c/dusk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-2545279309672227147</id><published>2007-08-30T16:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:42:29.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Rtbgxo8ZQBI/AAAAAAAAADo/ynhi49_2U4s/s1600-h/ZEITGEIST1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104514371079979026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Rtbgxo8ZQBI/AAAAAAAAADo/ynhi49_2U4s/s320/ZEITGEIST1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is everyone afraid? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is everyone ashamed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they're running towards their holes, to find out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apocalyptic means are lost among our dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a message to our friends to get out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's wages on this fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh so clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;depends on what you'll pay to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they're bound to kill us all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in whitewashed halls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;their jackals lick their paws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please don't stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's lonely at the top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these lonely days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when will they ever stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this doomsday clock ticking in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love life every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in each and every way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kafka would be proud, to find out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm certain of the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's the means that has me spooked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it takes an unknown truth to get out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm guessing i'm born free, silly me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was meant to beg from my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please don't stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's lonely at the top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these lonely days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when will they ever stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this doomsday clock ticking in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these lonely days when will they ever stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we gotta dig in, gas masks on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wait in the sunshine, all bug-eyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if this is living?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sakes alive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well then they can't win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one survives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is everyone afraid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you should be ashamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apocalyptic screams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mean nothing to the dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kissing that 'ol sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to know all there is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come on, last call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you should want it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ah, it's lonely at the top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these lonely days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when will they ever stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this doomsday clock ticking in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these lonely days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when will they ever stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this ticking in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is everyone afraid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doomsday Clock - The Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you want to understand the Doomsday Cock inspiration, its simple...I'm an American. Being an American right now, that is my experience. I feel like I'm watching something ticking down...I don't know what's ticking down, I don't know why its ticking down, I don't know who is moving the hands on the clock....but I certainly feel like an observer."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Billy Corgan (AT&amp;amp;T Blue Room, July 2007)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-2545279309672227147?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/2545279309672227147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=2545279309672227147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/2545279309672227147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/2545279309672227147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2007/08/is-everyone-afraid-is-everyone-ashamed.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Rtbgxo8ZQBI/AAAAAAAAADo/ynhi49_2U4s/s72-c/ZEITGEIST1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-3464135133817060286</id><published>2007-08-28T14:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:42:29.645Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RtQfWI8ZP_I/AAAAAAAAADY/gY5py44zjEU/s1600-h/Escape%20for%20site.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103738742935994354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RtQfWI8ZP_I/AAAAAAAAADY/gY5py44zjEU/s320/Escape%2520for%2520site.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I was born I lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I was freed I fought&lt;br /&gt;now that I’m loved I’m caught&lt;br /&gt;between the rest and this tragic mess&lt;br /&gt;an invited guest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;torn, broken and frayed&lt;br /&gt;oh don’t we face&lt;br /&gt;war, sunshine and grace&lt;br /&gt;oh won’t you stay&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;br /&gt;we can fail in style&lt;br /&gt;i can hold your smile&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what was once new now gone&lt;br /&gt;what was once praised now wrong&lt;br /&gt;as they go, we can say we know&lt;br /&gt;but what do we know&lt;br /&gt;but warm sunshine and graves&lt;br /&gt;don't we see&lt;br /&gt;what's bitter to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;torn, broken and frayed&lt;br /&gt;don't we face&lt;br /&gt;war, sunshine and graves&lt;br /&gt;won't you stay&lt;br /&gt;'cause I won't tell&lt;br /&gt;i won't tell a soul&lt;br /&gt;that I'm mad as hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;torn, broken and frayed&lt;br /&gt;i'm torn, broken and frayed&lt;br /&gt;no, I'm cold, worn out and shamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pomp and Circumstances - The Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-3464135133817060286?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/3464135133817060286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=3464135133817060286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/3464135133817060286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/3464135133817060286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-i-was-born-i-lost-when-i-was-freed.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RtQfWI8ZP_I/AAAAAAAAADY/gY5py44zjEU/s72-c/Escape%2520for%2520site.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-8610434206594993984</id><published>2007-07-15T20:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:42:29.727Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Rpp57xLTXoI/AAAAAAAAADI/steAhOQCHTM/s1600-h/sadness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087512796788383362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Rpp57xLTXoI/AAAAAAAAADI/steAhOQCHTM/s320/sadness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, Everytime we say goodbye I die a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime we say goodbye I wonder why a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why the gods above me who must be in the know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think so little of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They allow you to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when you're near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's such an air of spring about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no love song finer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But how strange the change from major to minor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime we say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime we say goodbye I die a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime we say goodbye I wonder why a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why the gods above me who must be in the know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think so little of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They allow you to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's such an air of spring about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no love song finer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But how strange the change from major to minor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime we say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyime we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ray Charles - Everytime we say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-8610434206594993984?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/8610434206594993984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=8610434206594993984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/8610434206594993984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/8610434206594993984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-everytime-we-say-goodbye-i-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Rpp57xLTXoI/AAAAAAAAADI/steAhOQCHTM/s72-c/sadness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-2560408908627720099</id><published>2007-07-12T19:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:42:30.074Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RpZunBLTXnI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZOKjayPHC9g/s1600-h/surrender.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086374445771349618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RpZunBLTXnI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZOKjayPHC9g/s320/surrender.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Numa palavra quero....ser tudo....ver tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ama-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Constroi-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Liberta-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Destroi-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Odeia-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Converte-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adora-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desilude-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reduz-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Preenche-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ignora-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sente-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vence-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas nunca te esqueças de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-2560408908627720099?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/2560408908627720099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=2560408908627720099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/2560408908627720099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/2560408908627720099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2007/07/numa-palavra-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RpZunBLTXnI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZOKjayPHC9g/s72-c/surrender.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-4435048037784926970</id><published>2007-07-12T18:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:42:30.257Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RpZrFxLTXmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NScorwi4Rfk/s1600-h/20060324-sun-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086370576005815906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RpZrFxLTXmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NScorwi4Rfk/s320/20060324-sun-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Por detrás do sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guardo algo especial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um carinho só para ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O meu amor invernal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na esperança que ele aqueça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vou chamando por ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu amor, era surpresa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que tinha só para ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na saudade fico louco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No desejo sou um tonto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Junto a ti sou um sortudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por ter tudo e ser tão pouco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-4435048037784926970?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/4435048037784926970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=4435048037784926970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/4435048037784926970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/4435048037784926970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2007/07/por-detrs-do-sol-guardo-algo-especial.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RpZrFxLTXmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NScorwi4Rfk/s72-c/20060324-sun-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-4799396955016312184</id><published>2007-07-01T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:42:30.468Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RofdEgrT3iI/AAAAAAAAACo/mCBMBcz6kkQ/s1600-h/85818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082273774071701026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RofdEgrT3iI/AAAAAAAAACo/mCBMBcz6kkQ/s320/85818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well I was there on the day&lt;br /&gt;They sold the cause for the queen&lt;br /&gt;And when the lights all went out&lt;br /&gt;We watched our lives on the screen&lt;br /&gt;I hate the ending myself&lt;br /&gt;But it started with a alright scene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing&lt;br /&gt;It was a lie when they smiled and said you won't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;And as we ran from the cops&lt;br /&gt;We laughed so hard it would sting (yeah, yeah, oh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm so wrong (so wrong, so wrong)&lt;br /&gt;How can you listen all night long (night long, night long)&lt;br /&gt;Now will it matter after I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Because you never learn a God damn thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just a sad song&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;About a lifelong wait for a hospital stay&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that I'm worng&lt;br /&gt;This never meant nothing to ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my high school career&lt;br /&gt;Spit on and shoved to agree&lt;br /&gt;So I could watch all my heros&lt;br /&gt;Sell a car on T.V.&lt;br /&gt;Bring out the old guillotine&lt;br /&gt;We'll show them what we all mean (yeah, yeah, oh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm so wrong (so wrong, so wrong)&lt;br /&gt;How could you listen all night long (night long, night long)&lt;br /&gt;Now will it matter after I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Because you never learn a God damn thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just a sad song&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;About a lifelong wait for a hospital stay&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;This never meant nothing to ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go&lt;br /&gt;Go away&lt;br /&gt;Just run&lt;br /&gt;Run away&lt;br /&gt;But where did you run to?&lt;br /&gt;Where did you hide?&lt;br /&gt;Go and find another way&lt;br /&gt;Price you pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just a sad song&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;About a lifelong hospital stay&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;Then this never meant nothing to ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon&lt;br /&gt;You're just a sad song&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;About a lifelong hospital stay&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;Then this never meant nothing to ya&lt;br /&gt;At (at all, at all, at all) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disenchanted - My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-4799396955016312184?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/4799396955016312184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=4799396955016312184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/4799396955016312184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/4799396955016312184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-i-was-there-on-day-they-sold-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RofdEgrT3iI/AAAAAAAAACo/mCBMBcz6kkQ/s72-c/85818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-7917955824393005180</id><published>2007-05-27T21:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:42:30.720Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RlntceTW0xI/AAAAAAAAACg/qaWIub3Xaug/s1600-h/swan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069343929008575250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RlntceTW0xI/AAAAAAAAACg/qaWIub3Xaug/s320/swan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;speak to me in a language i can hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;humour me before i have to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deep in thought i forgive everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as the cluttered streets greet me once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i can't be late, supper's waiting on the table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomorrow's just an excuse away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I pull my collar up and face the cold, on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the earth laughs beneath my heavy feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the blasphemy in my old jangly walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;steeple guide me to my heart and home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sun is out and up and down again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i'll make it, love can last forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;graceful swans of never topple to the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you can make it last, forever you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can make it last, forever you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for a moment i lose myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wrapped up in the pleasures of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've journeyed here and there and back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but in the same old haunts i still find my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mysteries not ready to reveal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sympathies i'm ready to return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll make the effort, love can last forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;graceful swans of never topple to the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomorrow's just an excuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you can make it last, forever you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can make it last, forever you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirty-Three - The Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-7917955824393005180?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/7917955824393005180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=7917955824393005180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/7917955824393005180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/7917955824393005180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2007/05/speak-to-me-in-language-i-can-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RlntceTW0xI/AAAAAAAAACg/qaWIub3Xaug/s72-c/swan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-7055841659561254207</id><published>2007-03-16T09:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:42:30.970Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Rfpgpz5XzkI/AAAAAAAAACU/chyWpgZmmiU/s1600-h/lagoon_nebula-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042449004216438338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Rfpgpz5XzkI/AAAAAAAAACU/chyWpgZmmiU/s320/lagoon_nebula-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You cannot quit me so quickly&lt;br /&gt;There's no hope in you for me&lt;br /&gt;No corner you could squeeze me&lt;br /&gt;But I got all the time for you love&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;The tears we cry...&lt;br /&gt;Is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;The space between...&lt;br /&gt;The wicked lies we tell and hope to keep safe from the pain&lt;br /&gt;But will I hold you again&lt;br /&gt;These fickle fuddled words confuse me&lt;br /&gt;Like will it rain today&lt;br /&gt;We waste the hours with talking, talking&lt;br /&gt;These twisted games we’re playing&lt;br /&gt;We’re strange allies&lt;br /&gt;With warring hearts&lt;br /&gt;What a wild eyed beast you be&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;The wicked lies we tell and hope to keep safe from the pain&lt;br /&gt;But will I hold you again&lt;br /&gt;Will I hold&lt;br /&gt;Look at us spinning out in the madness of a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;You know you went off like the devil in the church&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of a crowded room&lt;br /&gt;All we can do my love&lt;br /&gt;Is hope we don’t take this ship down&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;Where you smile and hide&lt;br /&gt;Is where you’ll find me if I get to go&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;The bullets in our fire fight&lt;br /&gt;Is where I’ll be hiding waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;The rain that falls&lt;br /&gt;Splashed in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Ran like sadness down the window into your room&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;our wicked lies is&lt;br /&gt;Where we hope to keep safe from pain&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Cause we’re walking out of here&lt;br /&gt;Right out of here&lt;br /&gt;Love is all we need dear&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;What’s wrong and right&lt;br /&gt;Is where you’ll find me hiding&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;In your heart and mine&lt;br /&gt;Is the space we’ll fill with time&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Space Between - Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-7055841659561254207?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/7055841659561254207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=7055841659561254207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/7055841659561254207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/7055841659561254207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-cannot-quit-me-so-quickly-theres-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Rfpgpz5XzkI/AAAAAAAAACU/chyWpgZmmiU/s72-c/lagoon_nebula-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-4232092462725634123</id><published>2007-03-08T09:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:42:31.116Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Re_ZLDpYwFI/AAAAAAAAACE/pMzLesucNI0/s1600-h/JOAOCOUTINHO-PRAIA-PEGADAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039485292031557714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Re_ZLDpYwFI/AAAAAAAAACE/pMzLesucNI0/s320/JOAOCOUTINHO-PRAIA-PEGADAS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt; Para Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sentir o vento em mim,&lt;br /&gt;a leve caricia do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;o toque de um anjo pleno,&lt;br /&gt;que em meu coração escreve, assim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No teu toque, a minha pele,&lt;br /&gt;verte lágrimas de felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Um toque de anjo, um toque de mel,&lt;br /&gt;um acto de amor sem fim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou longe de ti,&lt;br /&gt;fisicamente&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca estás ausente,&lt;br /&gt;estás dentro de mim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos podem não ver,&lt;br /&gt;as mãos, não sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu posso sempre dizer,&lt;br /&gt;que estás dentro de mim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos não vêm,&lt;br /&gt;mas o meu coração sente.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-te meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estás longe&lt;br /&gt;és o sol que brilha no céu,&lt;br /&gt;o vento que me toca na pele,&lt;br /&gt;a chuva que me molha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca serei um homem só,&lt;br /&gt;porque mesmo longe de ti,&lt;br /&gt;estarás sempre&lt;br /&gt;dentro de mim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/30932649-4232092462725634123?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/4232092462725634123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=4232092462725634123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/4232092462725634123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/4232092462725634123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2007/03/para-ti-sentir-o-vento-em-mim-leve.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Re_ZLDpYwFI/AAAAAAAAACE/pMzLesucNI0/s72-c/JOAOCOUTINHO-PRAIA-PEGADAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-3711885532510805504</id><published>2007-03-07T17:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:42:31.887Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Re71l5vN9QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/17u2tBa0W7A/s1600-h/tear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039235064576996610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Re71l5vN9QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/17u2tBa0W7A/s320/tear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fool enough to almost be it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cool enough to not quite see it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doomed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pick your pockets full of sorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and run away with me tomorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;june &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll try and ease the pain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but somehow we'll feel the same &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, no one knows where our secrets go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i send a heart to all my dearies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when your life is so, so dreary &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm rumored to the straight and narrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while the harlots of my perils &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i fail but when i can, i will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;try to understand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that when i can, i will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mother weep the years i'm missing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all our time can't be given &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shut my mouth and strike the demons &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that cursed you and your reasons &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;out of hand and out of season &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;out of love and out of feeling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so bad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i can, i will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;words defy the plans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i can, i will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fool enough to almost be it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and cool enough to not quite see it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and old enough to always feel this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always old, i'll always feel this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more promise no more sorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no longer will i follow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can anybody hear me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just want to be me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i can, i will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;try to understand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that when i can, i will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mayonaise - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-3711885532510805504?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/3711885532510805504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=3711885532510805504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/3711885532510805504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/3711885532510805504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2007/03/miss-you-every-day-of-my-life-fool.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/Re71l5vN9QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/17u2tBa0W7A/s72-c/tear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-5840863148418451592</id><published>2007-02-05T21:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:42:32.009Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RceeeTlk0xI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pz-bclxXpXk/s1600-h/999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RceeeTlk0xI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pz-bclxXpXk/s320/999.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028161752473588498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it funny how we pretend we're still a child?&lt;br /&gt;Softly stolen under our blanket skies&lt;br /&gt;And rescue me from me, and all that I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny the pain&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny the change&lt;br /&gt;And should I fall from grace here with you&lt;br /&gt;Will you leave me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carve out your heart for keeps in an old oak tree&lt;br /&gt;And hold me for goodbyes and whispered lullabyes&lt;br /&gt;And tell me I am still the man I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny the pain&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny the change&lt;br /&gt;And should I fall from grace here with you&lt;br /&gt;Will you leave me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late to turn to turn back now, I'm running out of sound&lt;br /&gt;And I'm changing, changing&lt;br /&gt;And if we died right now, this fool you loved somehow&lt;br /&gt;Is here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny the pain&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny the change&lt;br /&gt;And should I fall from grace here with you&lt;br /&gt;Would you leave me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galapogos - The Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-5840863148418451592?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/5840863148418451592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=5840863148418451592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/5840863148418451592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/5840863148418451592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2007/02/aint-it-funny-how-we-pretend-were-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RceeeTlk0xI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pz-bclxXpXk/s72-c/999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-3594205710544724103</id><published>2007-01-11T12:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:42:32.265Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RaYqYTlk0sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TK5BQHHOGOM/s1600-h/angel-falls-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018745431814099650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RaYqYTlk0sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TK5BQHHOGOM/s320/angel-falls-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You only stay with me in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;You only hold me when I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to tread the water,&lt;br /&gt;But now I've gotten in too deep,&lt;br /&gt;For every piece of me that wants you,&lt;br /&gt;Another piece backs away.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you give me something,&lt;br /&gt;That makes me scared alright,&lt;br /&gt;This could be nothing,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willin to give it a try,&lt;br /&gt;Please give me something,&lt;br /&gt;Cause someday I might know in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You only waited out for hours,&lt;br /&gt;Just to spend a little time alone with me,&lt;br /&gt;And I can say I've never bought you flowers,&lt;br /&gt;I can't work out what they mean,&lt;br /&gt;I'd never thought that I'd love someone,&lt;br /&gt;That was someone elses dream.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you give me something,&lt;br /&gt;That makes me scared alright,&lt;br /&gt;This could be nothing,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to give it a try,&lt;br /&gt;Please give me something,&lt;br /&gt;Cause someday I might call you from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But it might be a second too late,&lt;br /&gt;And the words that I could never say,&lt;br /&gt;Are gonna come out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you give me something,&lt;br /&gt;That makes me scared alright,&lt;br /&gt;This could be nothing,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to give it a try,&lt;br /&gt;Please give me something,&lt;br /&gt;Oh 'Cause you give me something,&lt;br /&gt;That makes me scared alright,&lt;br /&gt;This could be nothing,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to give it a try,&lt;br /&gt;Please give me something,&lt;br /&gt;Cause someday I might know in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Know in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Know in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Know in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;James Morrisson - You Give Me Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/30932649-3594205710544724103?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/3594205710544724103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=3594205710544724103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/3594205710544724103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/3594205710544724103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-only-stay-with-me-in-morning-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/RaYqYTlk0sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TK5BQHHOGOM/s72-c/angel-falls-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-116829668927627476</id><published>2007-01-08T22:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:51:58.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7012/223/1600/47212/tears_of_the_fallen_angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7012/223/320/253752/tears_of_the_fallen_angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Want to tell you that I love you because I really do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Want to give you the answers if you ask me to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Want to leave your door for the last time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;want to leave the floor for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave the boys, leave the girls, leave it all behind… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust your dreams, your thoughts it’s a matter of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Run right, run left just don’t look back… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take this trip as your first step. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because the tears that we waste only make us blow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why we keep in Repeat this Antony song “forgive me, forgive me”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know why tried to be simple, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried a lie… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything is perfect from there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you know I need you there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;645 - The Gift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-116829668927627476?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/116829668927627476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=116829668927627476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/116829668927627476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/116829668927627476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2007/01/want-to-tell-you-that-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-116121485647552364</id><published>2006-10-19T00:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:45:01.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7012/223/1600/fenix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7012/223/320/fenix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caricia do teu beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guia-me por lindos prados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde tudo o que vejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é perfeito e intocável&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No meu coração guardo um caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um caminho de flores de jasmim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guia-me até ao meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guia-me até ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os ventos enchem-me do teu calor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e na chuva vem o teu beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estás longe mas tão perto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cada lembrança tua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enche-me de força&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para resistir mais um dia sem ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E nessa luta desigual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;destruo-me de dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;destruo-me com a tua ausência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Constroe-me, faz-me renascer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E das cinzas voltar a crescer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para no teu colo poder viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-116121485647552364?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/116121485647552364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=116121485647552364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/116121485647552364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/116121485647552364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2006/10/caricia-do-teu-beijoguia-me-por-lindos.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-116121315244793013</id><published>2006-10-19T00:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:12:32.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7012/223/1600/2996b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7012/223/320/2996b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Preenchemos a nossa vida com correrias, com pressa de chegar, de fazer, de querer, de vencer.  E essa pressa faz-nos esquecer dos sinais, os sinais que a vida nos dá para seguirmos uma vida mais feliz e amada.&lt;br /&gt;Esquecemo-nos de amar, de ser felizes, de sorrir. Esquecemo-nos de tudo aquilo que nos alimenta a alma. E depois definhamos para seres sem rumo, sem sentido, sem folêgo, sem alma. Tudo porque tivemos pressa de viver a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje posso dizer que aprendi algo novo, algo que a vida me vai querendo ensinar à muito tempo mas que não tenho prestado atenção.&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver a 100%.&lt;br /&gt;Saborear tudo e todos.&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder correr, mas como o vento. Com um ritmo, com um compasso, com uma harmonia.&lt;br /&gt;E vivendo na paz e na harmonia dizer que a minha missão neste mundo foi cumprida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-116121315244793013?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/116121315244793013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=116121315244793013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/116121315244793013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/116121315244793013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2006/10/preenchemos-nossa-vida-com-correrias.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-115969047556448994</id><published>2006-10-01T09:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T09:14:35.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quero estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Apenas para te ter&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te proteger&lt;br /&gt;Ser o teu guardião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-te em mim&lt;br /&gt;Envolves-me&lt;br /&gt;Como numa dança sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me tudo o que tens&lt;br /&gt;Seja bom ou mau&lt;br /&gt;Aceito tudo desde que seja teu&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a tua Paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço-te apenas uma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Ama-me sempre como agora&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me esquecerei de ti&lt;br /&gt;Nem na minha última hora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-115969047556448994?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/115969047556448994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=115969047556448994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/115969047556448994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/115969047556448994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2006/10/quero-estar-aqui-apenas-para-te-ter.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-115913177487972512</id><published>2006-09-24T21:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:04:01.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7012/223/1600/campo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7012/223/320/campo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa dizer-te os lindos versos raros&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha boca tem pra te dizer!&lt;br /&gt;São talhados em mármore de Paros&lt;br /&gt;Cinzelados por mim pra te oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Têm dolência de veludos caros,&lt;br /&gt;São como sedas pálidas a arder...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa dizer-te os lindos versos raros&lt;br /&gt;Que foram feitos pra te endoidecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, meu Amor, eu não tos digo ainda...&lt;br /&gt;Que a boca da mulher é sempre linda&lt;br /&gt;Se dentro guarda um verso que não diz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te tanto! E nunca te beijei...&lt;br /&gt;E nesse beijo, Amor, que eu te não dei&lt;br /&gt;Guardo os versos mais lindos que te fiz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os Versos que te fiz - Florbella Espanca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-115913177487972512?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/115913177487972512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=115913177487972512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7012/223/320/src10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fundo do Mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo do mar há brancos pavores,&lt;br /&gt;Onde as plantas são animais&lt;br /&gt;E os animais são flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mundo silencioso que não atinge&lt;br /&gt;A agitação das ondas.&lt;br /&gt;Abrem-se rindo conchas redondas,&lt;br /&gt;Baloiça o cavalo-marinho.&lt;br /&gt;Um polvo avança&lt;br /&gt;No desalinho&lt;br /&gt;Dos seus mil braços,&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor dança,&lt;br /&gt;Sem ruído vibram os espaços.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a areia o tempo poisa&lt;br /&gt;Leve como um lenço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por mais bela que seja cada coisa&lt;br /&gt;Tem um monstro em si suspenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-115792017826137296?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/115792017826137296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=115792017826137296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/115792017826137296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/115792017826137296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2006/09/fundo-do-mar-no-fundo-do-mar-h-brancos.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-115679862338996482</id><published>2006-08-28T21:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:13:22.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7012/223/1600/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7012/223/320/sunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te quero senão porque te quero&lt;br /&gt;e de querer-te a não te querer eu quero&lt;br /&gt;e de esperar-te quando não te espero&lt;br /&gt;passa o meu coração de frio ao fogo.&lt;br /&gt;Te quero só porque a ti eu te quero,&lt;br /&gt;do ódio sem fim, e a odiando-te rogo,&lt;br /&gt;e a medida de meu amor viajante&lt;br /&gt;é não ver-te e amar-te como um cego.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez consumirá a luz de janeiro,&lt;br /&gt;seu raio cruel, meu coração inteiro,&lt;br /&gt;roubando-me a chave do sossego.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta historia tão só eu me faleço&lt;br /&gt;e morro de amor porque te quero,&lt;br /&gt;porque te quero, amor, o sangue e fogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pablo Neruda - Cem Sonetos de Amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-115679862338996482?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/115679862338996482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=115679862338996482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/115679862338996482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/115679862338996482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-te-quero-seno-porque-te-quero-e-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-115634045485247509</id><published>2006-08-23T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T16:30:06.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7012/223/1600/a-perfect-day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7012/223/320/a-perfect-day2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfect Day - Lou Reed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a perfect day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drink Sangria in the park,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then later, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when it gets dark,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a perfect day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feed animals in the zoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a movie, too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's such a perfect day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm glad I spent it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh such a perfect day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just keep me hanging on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just keep me hanging on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a perfect day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Problems all left alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weekenders on our own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's such fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a perfect day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You made me forget myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought I was someone else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's such a perfect day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm glad I spent it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh such a perfect day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just keep me hanging on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just keep me hanging on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're going to reap just what you sow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're going to reap just what you sow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're going to reap just what you sow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're going to reap just what you sow... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-115634045485247509?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/115634045485247509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=115634045485247509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/115634045485247509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/115634045485247509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2006/08/perfect-day-lou-reed-just-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-115619456564277551</id><published>2006-08-21T22:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:09:25.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A vida,&lt;br /&gt;apesar de ser uma dádiva,&lt;br /&gt;é uma rosa com espinhos ocultos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um prazer que rapidamente se torna em lamento,&lt;br /&gt;e muitas vezes em tormento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Através dos meus olhos vi alegrias,&lt;br /&gt;tristesas profundas,&lt;br /&gt;a vida é dificil ser vivida,&lt;br /&gt;mas no fim tudo compensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pedras no meu caminho!?&lt;br /&gt;Não são mais do que companheiras,&lt;br /&gt;confidentes de uma viagem que um dia terá um fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não temo a morte,&lt;br /&gt;apenas a perda do que deixo para trás.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal apenas temo a vida&lt;br /&gt;porque tem que ser vivida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-115619456564277551?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/115619456564277551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=115619456564277551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/115619456564277551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/115619456564277551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2006/08/vida-apesar-de-ser-uma-ddiva-uma-rosa.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-115558810314703407</id><published>2006-08-14T21:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:41:43.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A eterna caricia.&lt;br /&gt;Uma ligação inquebrável,&lt;br /&gt;selvagem,&lt;br /&gt;sem limites.&lt;br /&gt;Um amor sincero,&lt;br /&gt;honesto,&lt;br /&gt;verdadeiro,&lt;br /&gt;para sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-115558810314703407?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/115558810314703407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=115558810314703407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/115558810314703407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/115558810314703407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2006/08/eterna-caricia.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30932649.post-115256174992717929</id><published>2006-07-10T20:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:02:29.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Este blog inicia um novo ciclo, um ciclo diferente, mais intimista, mais pessoal, talvez até mais poético, se isso for possivel. Nada como começar com a letra de um música que tanto gosto e a qual dedico à pessoa que possui o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amos Lee feat. Norah Jones - Colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got lost in the circus&lt;br /&gt;Felling like such a mess&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m down I’m just hanging on the corner&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but reminisce&lt;br /&gt;When you’re gone all the colors fade&lt;br /&gt;When you’re gone no New Year’s Day parade&lt;br /&gt;You’re gone&lt;br /&gt;Colors seem to fade&lt;br /&gt;Your mama called she said that you’re down stairs crying&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like such a mess&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I hear you you’re in the background bawling&lt;br /&gt;What happened to your sweet summertime dress&lt;br /&gt;I know we all, we all got our faults&lt;br /&gt;We get locked in our vaults and we stay&lt;br /&gt;But when you’re gone all the colors fade&lt;br /&gt;When you’re gone no New Year’s Day parade&lt;br /&gt;You’re gone&lt;br /&gt;Colors seem to fade&lt;br /&gt;Colors seem to fade&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30932649-115256174992717929?l=friodeinverno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/feeds/115256174992717929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30932649&amp;postID=115256174992717929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/115256174992717929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30932649/posts/default/115256174992717929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friodeinverno.blogspot.com/2006/07/este-blog-inicia-um-novo-ciclo-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0mT8IGFW7U/TNLtEc7R_QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zYwFRhqHyFE/S220/IMG_0123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
