<?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-15877993</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:21:30.899Z</updated><category term='Chocolates'/><category term='Sapo'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='Avrigus'/><category term='momentos'/><category term='Stock Out'/><category term='Have you heard?'/><category term='Trivium'/><category term='sonhos'/><category term='Roadrunner United'/><category term='Besta'/><category term='Inculto'/><category term='Álvaro de Campos'/><category term='ambições'/><category term='amor'/><category term='Crawling'/><category term='Silêncio'/><category term='Opium'/><category term='Wait and Bleed SlipKnot'/><category term='vida'/><category term='curso'/><category term='The end'/><category term='Presente'/><category term='The shadow of the Day Linkin Park'/><category term='Bestas'/><category term='Milka'/><category term='Incerteza'/><category term='Guns N Roses'/><category term='YouTube Live Joe Satriani Guitar Hero'/><category term='Passado'/><category term='Fernando Pessoa'/><category term='amizade'/><category term='Futuro'/><category term='BBCode Tags claymore.no-ip.org'/><category term='true political self politic test'/><category term='Linkin Park'/><category term='erro'/><category term='Overture'/><category term='Hey'/><category term='Staples'/><title type='text'>My thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Os pensamentos que costumo ter, nem sempre faz sentido aquilo que digo, mas é para ser pensado e interpretado á maneira de cada um.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-2358002549365385185</id><published>2009-09-30T19:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:48:57.307+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presente'/><title type='text'>Passado, Presente e Futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SsOlCPK6ylI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nBihVQEewes/s1600-h/past-present-future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SsOlCPK6ylI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nBihVQEewes/s320/past-present-future.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387331037115894354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado que dói,&lt;br /&gt;Presente que fica,&lt;br /&gt;Futuro incerto,&lt;br /&gt;Presente que não sabe o que significa ser presente&lt;br /&gt;Passado que teima em voltar a ser presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o passado foi presente e o presente foi futuro,&lt;br /&gt;Então porque é que o passado continua presente&lt;br /&gt;Como um presente vindo do futuro,&lt;br /&gt;Presente que teima em não querer ser passado&lt;br /&gt;Porque ainda acha que consegue ser futuro&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque simplesmente não ouve o passado&lt;br /&gt;Que lhe diz silenciosamente -"Eu já fui presente e futuro..."&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que todos os presentes oferecidos ao passado&lt;br /&gt;Não são agora mais do que presentes no passado&lt;br /&gt;Ainda teima em achar, o presente&lt;br /&gt;Que irá receber presentes vindos do futuro&lt;br /&gt;Presentes que nunca virão,&lt;br /&gt;Pois não pertencem ao futuro&lt;br /&gt;Pertencem sim, ao passado&lt;br /&gt;Porque não quiseram mais ser parte,&lt;br /&gt;Nem do presente, nem do futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque se o futuro é inocente&lt;br /&gt;E o passado é culpado&lt;br /&gt;Então só resta um presente&lt;br /&gt;Que só quer ser amado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-2358002549365385185?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/2358002549365385185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=2358002549365385185' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/2358002549365385185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/2358002549365385185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2009/09/passado-presente-e-futuro.html' title='Passado, Presente e Futuro'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SsOlCPK6ylI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nBihVQEewes/s72-c/past-present-future.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-4507443393955872214</id><published>2009-09-27T02:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:28:25.350+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crawling'/><title type='text'>Crawling</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param 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term='Overture'/><title type='text'>Avrigus - Overture</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ri6jpY011Jw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ri6jpY011Jw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burn, I fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I drown in a blood red sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Never mourned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Never Known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So alone, so alone am I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-706595247463517353?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/706595247463517353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=706595247463517353' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/706595247463517353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/706595247463517353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2009/09/avrigus-overtude.html' title='Avrigus - Overture'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-3469397856679048849</id><published>2009-07-08T14:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:34:29.376+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Staples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stock Out'/><title type='text'>Staples Stock Out em várias lojas do país!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Loja de Leiria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxR0u9T_CjI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wadxmGdj8LA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wadxmGdj8LA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUka5kCJbhc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUka5kCJbhc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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país!'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-278107538595644824</id><published>2009-06-16T02:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T03:01:12.444+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guns N Roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Guns N Roses - Knocking on Heaven's Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfa2fsrruS8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfa2fsrruS8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sim, eu tinha uns 8 anos mas lembro-me perfeitamente de ouvir Guns N Roses no rádio do meu pai já nessa altura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-278107538595644824?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/278107538595644824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=278107538595644824' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roadrunner United'/><title type='text'>Roadrunner United - The End</title><content type='html'>Não é nostálgico, é no entanto uma boa musica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LFjpilb5Z8I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LFjpilb5Z8I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-8315099122426164316?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-8315182740777808174</id><published>2009-05-29T18:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:13:38.137+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inculto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erro'/><title type='text'>Temos o país nas mãos de incultos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quem me conhece, sabe que eu sou um socialista de alma e coração. Sabe também que gosto sempre de participar numa discussão sobre politica e que respeito a opinião dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, há limites... Observem este cartaz que encontrei na Av. Marquês de Pombal em Leiria. Eu não sou afiliado de alguma forma ao PSD, no entanto também não gosto de ver uma crítica colocada por... incultos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SiAXATjgYmI/AAAAAAAAADY/ykhOnIIthb0/s1600-h/Image701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SiAXATjgYmI/AAAAAAAAADY/ykhOnIIthb0/s400/Image701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341294452078043746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Enfim... são pessoas que escrevem comentários deste tipo em cartazes que votam... não se esqueçam disso. Por isso meus caros, no próximo dia 7, vão às urnas manifestar o vosso desejo para que não sejam leigos e incultos a escolher o destino do nosso país no seio da Europa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-8315182740777808174?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/8315182740777808174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=8315182740777808174' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/8315182740777808174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/8315182740777808174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2009/05/temos-o-pais-nas-maos-de-incultos.html' title='Temos o país nas mãos de incultos...'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SiAXATjgYmI/AAAAAAAAADY/ykhOnIIthb0/s72-c/Image701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-4061377527338455046</id><published>2009-05-24T02:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:32:19.353+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trivium'/><title type='text'>Trivium - Dying In Your Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Senti-me um pouco nostalgico esta noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6UraHWZzPk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6UraHWZzPk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-4061377527338455046?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/4061377527338455046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=4061377527338455046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/4061377527338455046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/4061377527338455046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2009/05/trivium-dying-in-your-arms.html' title='Trivium - Dying In Your Arms'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-2552828598569200156</id><published>2009-05-15T02:31:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:55:39.659+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ambições'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Portas que se fecham, Portas que se abrem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SgzGdDTuFjI/AAAAAAAAADI/HTF6vRUrsG8/s1600-h/IMG_6471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SgzGdDTuFjI/AAAAAAAAADI/HTF6vRUrsG8/s320/IMG_6471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335857860933719602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(eu e uma amiga chamada Dulce, irmã da Lucia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pois é, no passado dia 3 de Maio, foi a bênção dos finalistas, na qual eu participei activamente. Para além da leitura do texto de curso, fiz também a leitura da oração universal. No inicio estava um bocado nervoso, afinal de contas, já não fazia a leitura de uma oração durante uma homilia à anos, no entanto, correu bem :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes momentos dão que pensar, afinal de contas, já é o sexto ano que estou a fazer aqui em Aveiro, estando neste momento a terminar. É um bocado difícil pensar que vou começar a deixar de ver pessoal, no entanto, não tenho pena, pois é por uma boa razão, vamos à descoberta do mundo e mostrar aquilo que realmente somos. Temos ambições, temos sonhos, temos força, queremos no entanto mostrar tudo isto ao mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As saudades irão existir certamente, mas não me sentirei triste. Tenho 25 anos, já vivi um quarto de século, no entanto, sinto que só os últimos 6 anos é que realmente importaram. Há tanto para viver, no entanto, dificuldades espreitam e não serão poucas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que dizer? Não há muito para dizer... o futuro é incerto, é verdade que desemprego na minha área é algo ke não existe, no entanto nem tudo são rosas. Há bons e maus empregos, há bons e maus patrões, espero que consiga encontrar um bom emprego com um bom patrão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, carrego medos às costas... Medos que preciso de resolver depressa, medos que me estão a impedir de ser verdadeiramente feliz e que me fazem perder a vida. Sinto-me muitas vezes a desvanecer, a desmorecer. Felizmente tenho tido a força necessária para conseguir me levantar sempre que caio, mas como todas as coisas, nada dura para sempre... Infelizmente esqueço-me muitas das vezes, de onde vem essa força.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambições... tenho algumas sim, umas estranhas outras nem tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gostava de poder ir a todos os países banhados pelo mediterrâneo, conhecer a sua história e gastronomia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gostava de poder fazer investigação na área da sintese de processadores optimizados para grelhas de processamento distribuído. Doutoramento aqui era fantástico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gostava de poder fazer obras na casa do meu avô no interior, e ficar com uma casa de férias fantástica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gostava de poder ter um restaurante de comida típica portuguesa, onde servissem pasteis de bacalhau e rodelas de chouriço alentejano como entradas e se cantasse fado pela noite dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gostava de ter um apartamento no centro histórico de Leiria com vista para o Castelo, com uma cozinha grande e equipada com electrodomésticos do bom e do melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gostava de ter uma aula de cozinha italiana com o cheff Jamie Oliver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enfim.. sonhos e ambições, umas serão concretizadas, outras não.. mas é assim a vida, doce com um toque de amargura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem.. já começa a ser tarde, preciso de descansar, os últimos tempos têm sido difíceis, chegando ao ponto em que já nem energias para se ficar chateado se tem...&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, tenho esperança, apesar de tudo o que acontece, tenho sempre esperança. É a luz que está no meu interior, acesa por Deus quando eu nasci e que me tem guiado pela minha vida fora.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo agora no final, o texto de curso que escrevi e li.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a todos os que me apoiaram ao longo destes 6 anos, quer nos bons momentos, quer nos maus. 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Este equipamento, símbolo do nosso conhecimento e ambição, é usado para encaminhar a informação através dos caminhos mais eficientes da Internet e representa a forma como tu Senhor, nos encaminhas-te ao longo do nosso curso, na busca do conhecimento para que possamos agora, partilhar a mesma alegria e felicidade que nos deste, com todo o resto do mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Obrigado Senhor, por nos teres feito Engenheiros de Computadores e Telemática!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-2552828598569200156?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/2552828598569200156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=2552828598569200156' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/2552828598569200156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/2552828598569200156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2009/05/portas-que-se-fecham-portas-que-se.html' title='Portas que se fecham, Portas que se abrem...'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SgzGdDTuFjI/AAAAAAAAADI/HTF6vRUrsG8/s72-c/IMG_6471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-1261420667700316066</id><published>2009-04-24T16:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:40:56.606+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sapo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolates'/><title type='text'>:D Ganhei o Passatempo da Sapo - Milka :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ora bem, esta semana apareceu em Leiria uma encomenda vinda da PT para mim, dado que eu não fazia a mínima ideia do que era, ainda pensei que fosse algum filtro ou modem ADSL, mas não! Olhem só o que eu ganhei!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SfHcvihzBvI/AAAAAAAAADA/HcRUaJx2P5Y/s1600-h/Image689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SfHcvihzBvI/AAAAAAAAADA/HcRUaJx2P5Y/s400/Image689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328282543436531442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pois é, uma bela caixa de chocolates Milka!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O mais incrível nisto tudo, é que já nem me lembrava que tinha participado no passatempo e já nem sequer me lembro qual a frase que escrevi a ligar a Sapo aos chocolates Milka, mas deve ter sido muito boa, LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/7322092112281336070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/7322092112281336070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2009/04/american-idiot.html' title='American Idiot'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-2926230197969607576</id><published>2009-04-04T18:25:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:47:25.979+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silêncio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incerteza'/><title type='text'>Silêncio, Incerteza, Angustia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SdedGOR4l2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vHWaJuaL8Xg/s1600-h/caneta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SdedGOR4l2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vHWaJuaL8Xg/s320/caneta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320894214999414626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E assim ficamos no silêncio&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As palavras que não trocamos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é que eu não queira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas então porque não conversamos?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será pela dor que sentimos&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ou será antes pelo medo do que diremos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aonde está a sinceridade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Onde é que nós a perdemos?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando já nem uma palavra dizemos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando já nem frases pronunciamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tantos mos... mos... nestas pequenas palavras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para um nós que já não existe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Expresso-te no entanto este monólogo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De palavras escritas na hora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relembrando-te de todos os momentos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que assim te possa simplesmente perguntar...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que aconteceu?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceridade, onde pára ela?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que deixamos para trás?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai ficar tudo assim?&lt;br /&gt;Parado? Morto? Esquecido? Adormecido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Os dias passam, e tudo permanece na incerteza e na dúvida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nada é como era, nada é como parecia ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Só espero... não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Só desejo, é que tudo acabe definitivamente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois para quem não compreende, nada entende&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem conhece bem,  o sentido de humor dos nossos sentimentos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem que a incerteza e a dúvida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Impedem um ser de viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-2926230197969607576?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/2926230197969607576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=2926230197969607576' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/2926230197969607576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/2926230197969607576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2009/04/silencio-incerteza-angustia.html' title='Silêncio, Incerteza, Angustia...'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SdedGOR4l2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vHWaJuaL8Xg/s72-c/caneta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-6317544396244103114</id><published>2009-03-19T01:00:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:46:26.558Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Besta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bestas'/><title type='text'>A Besta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/ScGf-peb7-I/AAAAAAAAACc/ycVpxXHMnDM/s1600-h/fail-owned-cell-phone-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/ScGf-peb7-I/AAAAAAAAACc/ycVpxXHMnDM/s400/fail-owned-cell-phone-fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314704933908115426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Engane-se aquele que julga que a besta é o diabo, mais longe da verdade não poderiam estar, já que o diabo é bastante inteligente. Estou sim a referir-me aquela besta diária por que todos os dias temos a infelicidade, tristeza ou ainda mesmo desespero, em ter que cruzar caminhos decentes, para chegarmos ao nosso local diário de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse desespero? Nem existem palavras para descrever o sentimento, ou melhor dizendo, a vontade de um gajo se atirar da ponte abaixo só para não ter que passar ao lado dessa coisa com pernas e braços, que vagueia pelo mundo, deambulando e empestando a calçada portuguesa com a sua miserável desculpa de existência a que tenta desesperadamente de chamar, vida... Pois sim, a besta, aquela criatura que veio ao mundo por engano, vive enganado e para enganar o próximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestas!!! Não têm outro nome... parece que têm uma atracção em fazer-nos a vida angustiante, irritante, desesperante! Se não for a besta quadrada que nos tenta atropelar na passadeira enquanto está ao telemóvel, é a besta cúbica que nos encharca de água a tentar passar no amarelo...&lt;br /&gt;Então e aquela besta que para nos servir um galão e uma sandes mista, dá duas voltas ao café e passado 15 minutos diz-nos que não tem fiambre ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oryNraxLvbE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oryNraxLvbE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haja paciência meus caros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pior que isso, são aquelas pessoas que mentem porque acham que estão a fazer bem.&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso fica para o próximo post (que espero que tenha melhor qualidade de escrita) - O Mentiroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-6317544396244103114?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/6317544396244103114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=6317544396244103114' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/6317544396244103114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/6317544396244103114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2009/03/besta.html' title='A Besta!'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/ScGf-peb7-I/AAAAAAAAACc/ycVpxXHMnDM/s72-c/fail-owned-cell-phone-fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-4359767104448729344</id><published>2009-03-17T21:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:41:39.260Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Álvaro de Campos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Pessoa'/><title type='text'>Opium</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XoooX3OVGoI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XoooX3OVGoI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por isso eu tomo ópio, é um remédio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sou um convalescente do momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moro no rés-do-chão do pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E ver passar a vida faz-me tédio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Fernando pessoa/álvaro de campos: opiário)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-4359767104448729344?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/4359767104448729344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=4359767104448729344' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/4359767104448729344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/4359767104448729344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2009/03/opium.html' title='Opium'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-7841256279996263538</id><published>2009-03-09T23:44:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:03:42.681Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque é que não escrevo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SbWtBPwQ1vI/AAAAAAAAACE/RoyC-3y52TA/s1600-h/paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SbWtBPwQ1vI/AAAAAAAAACE/RoyC-3y52TA/s320/paper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311341572473804530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não há nada para escrever...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não há nada para dizer simplesmente, tudo o que me aconteceu, roubou de mim a vontade em dizer seja o que for...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não sou cozinheiro, sou engenheiro... gosto sim de cozinhar, mas apenas para alguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SbWtbT6KYOI/AAAAAAAAACM/UcoLxEnDCmQ/s1600-h/cartoon_cutting_onions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SbWtbT6KYOI/AAAAAAAAACM/UcoLxEnDCmQ/s320/cartoon_cutting_onions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311342020265664738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tempo tempo... tanto tempo... Aquilo que há 2 meses eu não tinha, tenho agora em excesso... agora dou por mim a pensar nisso mesmo, no tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SbWtsPvMU1I/AAAAAAAAACU/aJ9set2gNkw/s1600-h/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SbWtsPvMU1I/AAAAAAAAACU/aJ9set2gNkw/s320/time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311342311203689298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não tenho vontade para dizer mais nada, nem vontade, nem ideias, não me sai nada... estou completamente vazio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SbWskp8xWLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YuQxfw1ztDA/s1600-h/empty_streetcar_sunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SbWskp8xWLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YuQxfw1ztDA/s320/empty_streetcar_sunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311341081289382066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-7841256279996263538?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/7841256279996263538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-6181824408509294953</id><published>2009-03-03T20:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:40:29.049Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wait and Bleed SlipKnot'/><title type='text'>Wait and Bleed</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ebm4HQ95GHk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ebm4HQ95GHk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-9127259263121564291</id><published>2009-03-03T20:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:25:47.482Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The shadow of the Day Linkin Park'/><title type='text'>In the Shadow of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsm0UY5wjrI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsm0UY5wjrI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lá que é verdade, é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-7528364347599612023?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/7528364347599612023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=7528364347599612023' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/7528364347599612023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/7528364347599612023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-6139928653180701525?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/6139928653180701525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=6139928653180701525' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/6139928653180701525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/6139928653180701525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-have-you-heard.html' title='Hey, Have you heard?'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-8411616571171856109</id><published>2008-09-30T21:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:21:54.759+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBCode Tags claymore.no-ip.org'/><title type='text'>BBCode, que coisa engraçada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pois é, andei às voltas com BBCode para o meu forum, para criar uma coisa engraçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Observem este &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://claymore.net63.net/viewtopic.php?f=5&amp;amp;t=10"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pois é, adicionei uma nova tag ao meu forum só para facilitar os posts da culinária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isto foi o que fiz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SOKJXSrQfUI/AAAAAAAAABo/l524dEpTq7E/s1600-h/BBCode.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SOKJXSrQfUI/AAAAAAAAABo/l524dEpTq7E/s400/BBCode.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251911148710690114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Btw, não sei se já repararam mas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://claymore.no-ip.org/"&gt;My Webpage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://claymore.net63.net/"&gt;My Forum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://cookingwithclay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cooking With Clay (PT)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://cookingwithclay-en.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cooking With Clay (EN)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; desculpem-me por quaisquer erros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-8411616571171856109?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/8411616571171856109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=8411616571171856109' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/8411616571171856109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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political self politic test'/><title type='text'>Teste Politico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SOCyEHPgk-I/AAAAAAAAABg/5mne30MG8WE/s1600-h/My+political+side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SOCyEHPgk-I/AAAAAAAAABg/5mne30MG8WE/s400/My+political+side.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251392949247316962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em resposta ao post do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/disco-bar/%7E3/405001160/isto.html"&gt;Arabian Shark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/politics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Political Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SNt5Huu_T0I/AAAAAAAAABY/bUZaz00J9j8/s400/my_desktop.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249922964341608258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em resposta a -&gt; http://www.diogogomes.com/2008/09/25/desktop-meme-set-2008/ by Diogo Gomes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-7645543118874926359?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/7645543118874926359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=7645543118874926359' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/7645543118874926359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/7645543118874926359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-desktop.html' title='My Desktop'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SNt5Huu_T0I/AAAAAAAAABY/bUZaz00J9j8/s72-c/my_desktop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-6737153228882570590</id><published>2008-09-10T02:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T02:57:56.854+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim, eu ainda estou vivo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;    Ufas, já não postava faz quase um ano, mas tenho boas razões para tal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Estou quase a acabar o curso, se tudo correr bem, lá para Dezembro de 2009, farei a minha defesa de Tese e irei terminar o meu curso, e com isso tudo, começar uma nova etapa na minha vida, o aprender a ser engenheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Até agora tem sido tudo muito académico, mas de certa forma anseio pelo trabalho na vida real. Sei que é muito mais difícil, tenho a consciência disso, na universidade fazemos asneira, levamos com uma negativa, lá forma uma asneira pode custar-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;nos o emprego ou até mesmo a carreira, sim porque isto de ser engenheiro coloca-nos num cargo de grande responsabilidade, em que uma asneira nossa, pode custar a vida de muitas pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Este último ano, foi um ano de muito trabalho, mas de certa forma, até foi o ano em que tive melhores notas, por 3 vezes que bati o meu recorde em notas! Subi de 14 para 17 e em 17’s já foram 2 (em que um para meu grande espanto foi a Inteligência Artificial).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   Começo cada vez mais a olhar para a Arquitectura de Computadores e de Processadores como um provável futuro a seguir, mas quem sabe não irei também um dia, trabalhar noutra coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Este ano, chegou à altura de decidir qual a dissert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ação que vou executar este ano, pois bem, escolhi uma dissertação que à partida o nome não cumpre com o comprimento máximo legal para as Teses, “Sistema Integrado Reconfigurável Baseado em PowerPC com Acelerador de Hardware para o Executivo de Tempo-real” é um nome engraçado não é? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcpZoSg3CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3ULA0m8c0rs/s1600-h/Image574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcpZoSg3CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3ULA0m8c0rs/s400/Image574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244205811384769570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   Este ano mudou algumas coisas na minha vida, em que ganhei muita coisa, (juízo nem por isso, mas quanto mais velho, pior, já diz o ditado). Namoro com uma Bióloga chamada Ana Catarina que me conquistou o coração, e que me faz sentir muito feliz. Já era feliz, já tinha amigos e alguns deles muito importantes para mim, mas não era completo e ainda não o sou verdadeiramente, mas a Catarina tratou de preencher o espaço que estava vazio no coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;     Todos os posts que coloquei até agora, uns poemas mais melancólicos que outros, todos eles serviram o seu propósito, ter uma forma de me aliviar do peso sentimental que sentia na altura, mas como todas as fases da vida, acabam por ser passadas e sobrepostas por outras, dando continuidade ao ciclo da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;     Aproveito para avisar que vou abrir um segundo blog para dar uma certa expansão aos meus gostos pela culinária e que criei um fórum onde se pode discutir desde Computadores passando pela programação e terminando em Culinária!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;     Estou também em vias de criar uma webpage simples e de fácil utilização para me dar a conhecer um pouco mais. Quem sabe no futuro, não seja um empregador a contactar-me com uma boa proposta! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;     Depois quando tudo estiver pronto, a webpage criada, o fórum completamente organizado e o blog criado e já com algumas receitas, eu coloco aqui outro post para indicar os links. Quem tiver o meu contacto do messenger, vai ver os links no meu nick. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;      Até breve! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-6737153228882570590?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/6737153228882570590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=6737153228882570590' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/6737153228882570590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/6737153228882570590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2008/09/ufas-j-no-postava-faz-quase-um-ano-mas.html' title='Sim, eu ainda estou vivo!'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcpZoSg3CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3ULA0m8c0rs/s72-c/Image574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-5574191352354559031</id><published>2007-11-01T18:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:36:46.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Cozinhar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/Ryoco1iu0zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uL1jZnEFunI/s1600-h/ratatouille_livros_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/Ryoco1iu0zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uL1jZnEFunI/s400/ratatouille_livros_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127942613607830322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como todos sabem, tenho um certo gosto pela Culinária e segundo certas bocas que já provaram os meus cozinhados, dizem que até tenho jeito e que faço umas coisas bastante aceitaveis :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, estive a ver o filme Ratatouille e acabei por ver para além de uma história tipica de como nunca devemos desistir mas também uma bonita história à cerca da culinária.&lt;br /&gt;Como todos vocês sabem, uma cozinha profissional, não tem só um cheff que sabe cozinhar, tem vários elementos em que cada um dá o seu contributo imprescindivel para a confecção dos pratos, mas claro que existe sempre o "patrão da cozinha".&lt;br /&gt;O cheff é mais do que um gajo bem vestido que dá ordens, é tambem um elemento de gestão não só dos tempos, mas também dos alimentos que existem presentes, o saber escolher fruta boa da fruta má, o gerir os sabores de um dado prato, saber misturar os variados elementos de forma a criar sabores unicos e inesquecíveis, e também gerir algo muito importante, a Moral!&lt;br /&gt;A moral numa cozinha é extremamente importante, se os diversos cozinheiros não se estiverem a sentir bem consigo mesmos, tudo o que cozinharem irá saber mal, fraco, vulgar, sem qualquer bom sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;A culinária é uma arte, e o cozinheiro o seu pintor, se estiver alegre e motivado a criar um bom prato, este mesmo irá sair excepcional com sabores que possivelmente irão remexer com os próprios sentimentos e fazer relembrar bons momentos passados. Algo tão simples como uma pizza, poderá conter sabores fantásticos se feita com bom coração, misturando as ervas, as especiarias, os legumes, as carnes, os queijos... enfim todos os ingredientes necessários, mas claro, sempre de forma humilde e nunca de forma exagerada.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, coisas que nem consigo descrever devido a não me lembrar das palavras :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com este pensar em cozinhar e mesmo, em comer estou a ficar com fome!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;Melhor parar por aki e quem sabe um dia coloque aqui alguma receita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inté ppl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-5574191352354559031?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/5574191352354559031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=5574191352354559031' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/5574191352354559031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/5574191352354559031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2007/11/cozinhar.html' title='Cozinhar!'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/Ryoco1iu0zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uL1jZnEFunI/s72-c/ratatouille_livros_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-4870457624032196916</id><published>2007-11-01T17:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:14:33.444Z</updated><title type='text'>Back !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Boas a todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que tenho andado afastado deste meu blog, mas acreditem, é por boas razões!&lt;br /&gt;A maior parte dos meus textos, como muitos de voces notaram, sempre foram muito interiorizados, muito sentimentais e muitas vezes melancólicos. Pois é a razão pela qual não tenho escrito é puramente porque não tenho tido razões para escrever, e a razão pela qual eu escrevia era simplesmente para aliviar o peso na alma e no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora tudo muda, foi uma fase de 2 longos anos em que aprendi muito, nomeadamente a ser feliz, sempre me disseram que só somos verdadeiramente felizes quando nos sentimos vem connoscos próprios e quando a nossa felicidade não depende de terceiros.&lt;br /&gt;Ora bem, como tenho uns pais espetaculares que me chamam à atenção quando é preciso, como estou rodeado de bons amigos que me conhecem bem e como tenho uma "mana" espétacular que me sabe dar assim uns "tabefes" quando é preciso, que mais posso pedir para ser feliz ?? Seria egoísta da minha parte pensar que mereço mais, quando tudo o ke mereço, já o tenho, seja bom ou mau :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora o que tenho andado a fazer mal é precisamente apenas a escrever quando estou em baixo, quando o que também deveria era escrever quando estou alegre, o que vai ser daqui  em diante :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com isso vou começar com um pequeno texto sobre o meu gosto de cozinhar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-4870457624032196916?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/4870457624032196916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=4870457624032196916' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/4870457624032196916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/4870457624032196916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2007/11/back.html' title='Back !'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-7632010770769920157</id><published>2007-02-19T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:38:35.805Z</updated><title type='text'>Merda para isto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Egoísmo&lt;br /&gt;Estupidez&lt;br /&gt;Maldade&lt;br /&gt;Ignorância&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;São só algumas das coisas que me têm dado trabalho nos últimos tempos...&lt;br /&gt;Já ninguém tenta sequer fazer algo por bem, parece que o mundo desistiu de tentar ser bom, são poucos os que tentam sequer fazer algo sem esperar nada em troca, só querem dinheiro e fama, andar a passear pela rua vestidos na sua roupa cara com os seus relógios e telemóveis de ultima geração, onde gastam o seu dinheiro a mandar mensagens idiotas combinando saídas que acabam no degredo de uma sarjeta com os dedos nas goelas a tentar vomitar o álcool que diziam conseguir aguentar, ou pior ainda, acabam no quarto de alguém a tentar fazer algo que nem entendem bem o que é, chamando a isso amor... Estupidez, ignorância enfim... cenas ridículas de uma sociedade que já não vive... sobrevive no seu antro de ideais cujo base assenta no engano, na mentira e na tristeza de toda uma vida de engano próprio. Comem e são comidos, enganam e são enganados e vivem neste círculo medíocre de vícios, cujo fim não existe e que do qual estão tão habituados que já nem querem outra coisa. As pessoas enganam-se a si próprias, nem se podem ver ao espelho sem serem maquilhadas ou bem arranjadas, simplesmente para não verem a verdade como ela é... A verdade é que não passam de infelizes, miseráveis e mesquinhas e que daí nunca irão passar e sabendo esta verdade, arruínam a vida das outras pessoas, destroem tudo o que há de bom devido a terem inveja e saberem que nunca irão sair da sarjeta de onde existem, a mesma sarjeta que terminam o dia e onde vão cair mortas um dia...&lt;br /&gt;Estarei a ser cruel com estas palavras?&lt;br /&gt;Não mais cruel sou do que todos os que mancham o significado das palavras mais importantes da vida, como a fé, o amor, a esperança, a amizade... Esses sim são os verdadeiros cruéis da vida, que dizem saber a verdade das verdades e que na realidade a única tristeza que sentem é quando encontram o fundo de uma garrafa de cerveja... foda-se para todos eles, que se enterrem bem fundo nos vícios de uma vida que lhes irá cavar um tumulo bem fundo, tão fundo que quem atirar terra nem vai conseguir ouvir os seus gritos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei cruel? Ou estarei apenas a ser verdadeiro? Será que ao ser verdadeiro, estarei a ser cruel? Não sei... mas também, já não quero saber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-7632010770769920157?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/7632010770769920157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=7632010770769920157' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/7632010770769920157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/7632010770769920157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2007/02/merda-para-isto.html' title='Merda para isto...'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-116087127179458690</id><published>2006-10-15T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T01:14:31.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada Sentir, Nada Sofrer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/b27429853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/320/b27429853.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Muda-se o rumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Esquecem-se os velhos destinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Destroem-se os pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Confundem-se os sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Perdem-se os sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Abandonam-se os momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Libertam-se as tristezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Libertam-se as fraquezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Deambula-se pela vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sem destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Abandonando o pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Acelarando os sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Confundindo os sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nunca guardando os momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gritando durante as tristezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Para que se desgastem estas fraquezas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nada sentir, para por nada sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-116087127179458690?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/116087127179458690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=116087127179458690' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/116087127179458690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/116087127179458690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2006/10/nada-sentir-nada-sofrer.html' title='Nada Sentir, Nada Sofrer'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-115862680584179298</id><published>2006-09-19T01:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T01:52:24.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/29082006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/320/29082006.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando achares que conheces alguém, tenta encontrar nessa pessoa 5 virtudes e 5 defeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se conseguires encontrar, então já podes dizer que conheces alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lembra-te que se quiseres viver com essa pessoa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tens que estar disposta a viver com os seus defeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Namoradas (os) vão e vêm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;apenas as (os) amigas (os) duram para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não troques amor por paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;paixões vão e vêem, amor dura para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nunca dês uma relação por garantida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no momento em que fizeres isso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;é o momento em que tudo perdes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todo o amor implica sofrimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;se não estiveres disposto a sofrer por ele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;não te disponhas para amar alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Só a partir do momento em que sofres por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;é que te apercebes do que ele realmente é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tem cuidado com o amor pois ele cega,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;faz-te lutar por que não te ama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;faz-te sofrer por quem não te merece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não existe a pessoa perfeita para ti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;existe sim, varias pessoas, cujas personalidades se adaptam a ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;umas melhor, outras pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por fim, por fim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;simplesmente vive a tua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;à velocidade que te der jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guarda sempre alguma esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guarda sempre alguma coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;para que amanhã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;possas ter algo pela qual viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-115862680584179298?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/115862680584179298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=115862680584179298' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/115862680584179298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/115862680584179298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-thoughts.html' title='My Thoughts'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-115698984400511897</id><published>2006-08-31T03:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T03:04:04.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aparência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/Apar%3F%3Fncia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/320/Apar%3F%3Fncia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Numa sociedade de aparências&lt;br /&gt;Tentamos enganar os espelhos&lt;br /&gt;Modificando o nosso corpo&lt;br /&gt;Tentamos enganar os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Mentimos á nossa alma&lt;br /&gt;Queremos ser outros&lt;br /&gt;Não gostamos do que vemos&lt;br /&gt;Recusamos aquilo que somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Enganamos e somos enganados&lt;br /&gt;Julgamos pelo que vemos&lt;br /&gt;Somos escravos da aparência&lt;br /&gt;Perdemos a nossa decência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Gostamos desta escravatura&lt;br /&gt;Destruímos o nosso ser&lt;br /&gt;Perdemos a personalidade&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Enfim…&lt;br /&gt;Não somos mais pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Passamos a ser bonecos&lt;br /&gt;Gostamos de ser controlados&lt;br /&gt;Aceitamos ser manipulados&lt;br /&gt;Somos subjugados&lt;br /&gt;Neste belo teatro de aparências&lt;br /&gt;Neste aglomerado de indecências&lt;br /&gt;Enfim… vivemos numa sociedade de tristezas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-115698984400511897?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/115698984400511897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=115698984400511897' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/115698984400511897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/115698984400511897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2006/08/aparncia.html' title='Aparência'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-115681103045518800</id><published>2006-08-29T01:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T01:23:50.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Vidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/Image155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/200/Image155.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quem diria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que quando nos conhecemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nos iríamos dar tão bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3 Almas unidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Por algo mais forte que a amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Talvez mesmo uma pequena família&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Imensos sentimentos passados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" lang="PT"&gt;Muitas experiências de vida trocadas&lt;br /&gt;Apenas querendo o bem e a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Da nossa pequena irmandade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Raramente estamos juntos neste mundo real&lt;br /&gt;Mas falamos, conversamos, vivemos&lt;br /&gt;Pelo nosso pequeno mundo virtual&lt;br /&gt;Foi lá que nos conhecemos&lt;br /&gt;Foi lá que nos encontramos&lt;br /&gt;Mas mais que isso quisemos&lt;br /&gt;Mais que isso tivemos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Estivemos 1 semana juntos&lt;br /&gt;Passou rápido, eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Mas apesar de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Construímos a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Criamos a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Rimos, demos gargalhadas&lt;br /&gt;Troçamos e fomos troçados&lt;br /&gt;Conhecemos e fomos conhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Foi tão bom o tempo que passamos&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tão unidos&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Só me falta amar&lt;br /&gt;Só me falta querer&lt;br /&gt;Só me falta desejar&lt;br /&gt;Isto tudo voltar a viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Obrigado a voces duas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-115681103045518800?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/115681103045518800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=115681103045518800' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/115681103045518800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/115681103045518800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2006/08/3-vidas.html' title='3 Vidas'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-115358903105510815</id><published>2006-07-22T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:07:48.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade e Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/Amizade-Amor.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/400/Amizade-Amor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quantos de nós já não ouvimos aquela bela frase “Acreditas no amor á primeira vista, ou vais vê-lo passar outra vez á tua frente”, pois bem, eu não sou um rapaz que acredita no amor á primeira vista, sou apesar de tudo um romântico inveterado, e mesmo assim não sei o que é apaixonar-me por alguém à primeira vista, não me estou a ver a gostar de alguém só pela sua imagem, necessito de conhecer melhor, necessito de me apaixonar pela sua personalidade, pelo seu carácter, ou seja, necessito primeiro de me tornar amigo, de passar tempo com essa pessoa, de viver um pouco com ela, estar com ela no seu meio, conhecer as suas amizades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Não é possível estabelecer uma fronteira entre o amor e a amizade, pois segundo os meus sentimentos, para amar alguém, preciso de a conhecer, e isso não é mais do que me tornar amigo dela, não me vejo simplesmente a amar alguém só por um primeiro olhar, um primeiro toque ou até mesmo uma pequena conversa. Atracção química? Certamente algo que todos nós já sentimos, é algo químico, humano, agora amor? Como é possível sentir amor por alguém de quem nada conhece? Esse sentimento que se sente, não é amor, no meu entendimento, não é mais do que uma atracção química que nos leva impulsivamente a dizer que amamos tal pessoa, e que mais tarde sofremos a desilusão de nos apercebermos que tal não era verdade. Na realidade, só alguém que já sofreu por amor, é que conhece bem o sentimento, só quem realmente sabe o que significa é que entende a necessidade de deixar viver, e continuar por um caminho diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É deveras um sentimento que se mistura muito facilmente com outros, e que se torna difícil de se identificar. Torna-se complicado especialmente com a amizade, onde muitas das vezes estão de mãos dadas, apesar que é nesta altura, que creio que seja possível criar uma relação baseada no amor, mas é primeiro necessário criar uma base de conhecimentos, sabermos identificar defeitos e abraçarmos esses mesmo, como qualidades dessa pessoa de quem tanto gostamos, enfim, conhecermos bem essa pessoa, para que mais tarde se possam evitar ilusões. Criar uma base de confiança em que ambos possam falar abertamente, sabendo ambos o que podem esperar um do outro, isto torna-se extremamente importante, pois só nesta base, é que se pode lutar lado a lado quando surgem problemas, sejam eles de ordem sentimental ou sejam de ordem física. Ao escrever este texto observo também em mim mesmo que me falta um longo caminho a percorrer, ainda falta muita coisa por identificar, quem saiba mais tarde não escreva um novo texto com esses novos sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    Por agora escrevo apenas o que sinto e que sei…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-115358903105510815?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/115358903105510815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=115358903105510815' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/115358903105510815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/115358903105510815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2006/07/amizade-e-amor.html' title='Amizade e Amor'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-115047747283198853</id><published>2006-06-16T18:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T18:06:22.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembras-te ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/lembraste.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/200/lembraste.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lembras-te daquele dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do dia em que nos conhecemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dos sorrisos que mostramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dos olhares que trocamos&lt;br /&gt;Do momento em que nos aproximamos&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Lembras-te desse dia?&lt;br /&gt;Do dia em que trocamos os nomes&lt;br /&gt;Do dia em que riamos continuamente&lt;br /&gt;Do dia que conhecemos as nossas semelhanças&lt;br /&gt;Do dia em que vivemos o momento, intensamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Lembras-te do dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que, contando os segundos, esperavas por mim&lt;br /&gt;A espera que o tempo não levava&lt;br /&gt;O dia em que por perto, me querias ter&lt;br /&gt;E que o destino não deixava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Lembras-te de todos estes dias?&lt;br /&gt;Dias que nos sentimos vivos&lt;br /&gt;Dias que não queríamos que acabassem&lt;br /&gt;Dias que nos sentíamos com objectivos&lt;br /&gt;Dias que só queríamos que perdurassem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Mas os dias são assim&lt;br /&gt;Acordam pelo dia&lt;br /&gt;Adormecem pela noite&lt;br /&gt;São dias que vivemos o momento com intensidade&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança de amanhã voltar a acordar&lt;br /&gt;Para voltar a sorrir!&lt;br /&gt;Para voltar a viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-115047747283198853?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/115047747283198853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=115047747283198853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/115047747283198853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/115047747283198853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2006/06/lembras-te.html' title='Lembras-te ?'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-114600597342111569</id><published>2006-04-25T23:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T00:02:48.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acelerado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/movement%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/200/movement%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou acelerado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stressado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pego na minha caneta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bato com ela na mesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Faço barulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tudo para quebrar o silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A monotonia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Destruir esta sinfonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que me toca aos ouvidos continuamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Marcando o passo monótono da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quero destruir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quero me libertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quero viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ao som da máquina descontrolada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem ritmo marcado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem momento controlado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Totalmente sem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto-me preso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Correntes invisíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Prisão do pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Incapaz de imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Incapaz de sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E com tudo isto grito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Faço as fundações do meu sonho tremer&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto, porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;quero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;apenas... viver…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-114600597342111569?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/114600597342111569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=114600597342111569' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/114600597342111569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/114600597342111569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2006/04/acelerado.html' title='Acelerado'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-114463686603861417</id><published>2006-04-10T03:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T00:48:13.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar do Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/cloudsea3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/200/cloudsea3.5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mar do pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oceano de força imensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ora vives na calma da preia-mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ora revoltas-te na destruição da maré-cheia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu vives dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Incertas, inquietas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;São as ondas que te acompanham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No turbilhão da existência humana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na confusão dos sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Afundas tudo, afundas-te a ti próprio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas sempre para voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para em todas as praias do pensamento, caminhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para que eu possa sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para que eu possa navegar, sem nunca me afundar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Criamos a confiança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Geramos o respeito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moldamos o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu pelas ondas, eu pelas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Navegamos o pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vivemos o momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Construímos o sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sofremos neste relacionamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas espero eu, que sejamos felizes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero um dia poder caminhar pela praia contigo meu amor…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-114463686603861417?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/114463686603861417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=114463686603861417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/114463686603861417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/114463686603861417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2006/04/mar-do-pensamento.html' title='Mar do Pensamento'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-114140559722629076</id><published>2006-03-03T17:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T17:12:38.990Z</updated><title type='text'>Dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/mystical%20light.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/200/mystical%20light.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Alguma vez tiveste um sonho, que te parecia ser real?&lt;br /&gt;Como distinguirias o mundo real do mundo dos sonhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Perguntas estranhas, mas que no entanto fazem pensar aqueles que tanto sonham, aqueles que lutam para se separar do mundo dos sonhos e viver a vida no mundo real, mas que infelizmente e inevitavelmente, acabam sendo afunilados pela estrada do destino. Tentamos lutar pelos sonhos, mas ao mesmo tempo afastamo-nos deles.&lt;br /&gt;Gostávamos que pequenas coisas da nossa vida se tornassem realidade, mas ao mesmo tempo, ficamos com a impressão que nada do que sonhamos irá tornar-se realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Que fazer então?&lt;br /&gt;Lutar pelo que sonhamos, dizem uns…&lt;br /&gt;Aceitar a realidade como ela é, dizem outros….&lt;br /&gt;Ou até mesmo viver a vida no seu máximo, dizem alguns…&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos aonde, então?&lt;br /&gt;Numa mistura de pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;Numa espiral de acontecimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Numa vida feita de momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Que para todo o sempre ficam&lt;br /&gt;Luto por estes momentos&lt;br /&gt;Para que se voltem a repetir&lt;br /&gt;Porque se não lutarmos,&lt;br /&gt;Como poderemos nós derrotar o destino…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Eu luto pelos meus sonhos, e vocês, o que fazem ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-114140559722629076?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/114140559722629076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=114140559722629076' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/114140559722629076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/114140559722629076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2006/03/dreams_03.html' title='Dreams...'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-113824863491607973</id><published>2006-01-26T04:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:31:54.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/Sonho4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/200/Sonho4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sonhos vividos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pensamentos desejados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Momentos sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Prazeres lembrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esperanças colocadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fogo quente que nasceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Momento em que ficou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sonho em que viveu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esperança que não passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pois nos sonhos ela perece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Realidade nua e fria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ela assim permanece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alegria que se sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sonho em que fica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Realidade que nunca muda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Assim o grito verifica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;26/01/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-113824863491607973?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/113824863491607973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=113824863491607973' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/113824863491607973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/113824863491607973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2006/01/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-113564772414186332</id><published>2005-12-27T00:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-27T01:42:04.170Z</updated><title type='text'>Estupidez ou ignorancia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Desta vez decidi escrever um texto ao invés de escrever um poema ou algo do género.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;É incrível as coisas que vejo na rua á medida que deambulo, sempre que venho da faculdade em Aveiro, ou quando passeio pela noite de Leiria, como é possível existir tanta ignorância, senão vejamos, já perdi a conta dos casais de namorados que discutem por coisas ridículas, merdices que não interessam a ninguém, e pergunto-me, se será que não vêem o que estão a fazer, ou melhor, será que ainda não deram o devido valor ao que têm á frente? Muitas das vezes, a separação de namorados é porque simplesmente não deram o devido valor que deviam ao parceiro, e que simplesmente namoram, porque é fixe ou porque é agradável e acabam por nunca dar o devido valor ao amor que o parceiro(a) entrega. Caem constantemente no ridículo, devido á imaturidade das suas acções, seja fazendo algo ridículo ou não prestando atenção á pessoa que lhe dá o amor que tão importante é, e muitas das vezes fazendo sofrer quem ama, fazendo chorar, gritar na solidão da vida, tudo porque não deram a devia atenção. Não é preciso muito, basta um pouco de carinho, um passeio no parque, um momento de carinho e de amor no banco de um jardim, no muro de uma colina enquanto se passeia pelo meio da natureza, não é complicado, mas mesmo assim, nem isto conseguem dar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Isto deveras dá que pensar, pois sendo as crianças que são, como podem sequer compreender o amor? Como podem mentir dizendo que percebem, quando na realidade a única coisa que sentem é uma atracão física, uma química que mais cedo ou mais tarde acaba, uma paixão que vem e que depois desaparece… No meu entender, o amor é preocupação, é querer estar ao lado da pessoa que se ama, é querer dar carinho, beijos, mimos, fazer pequenas festas na cara, mesmo sabendo que poderá não se receber algo, é preocupação com os sentimentos, saber olhar para a cara e saber o que fazer pela reacção dos olhos. Pergunto-me quantas pessoas são capazes disto, quando a maior parte das vezes só querem divertir-se, e acabam a brincar com o coração da pessoa, ou pior, dizem gostar quando na realidade só querem ter alguém ao lado, para mostrar aos outros que têm acabando por magoar os sentimentos de quem ama, fazendo sofrer chorar, destruir até a vida e depois dizendo estupidamente ao ouvido baixo, “é a vida” como se nunca quisessem saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Só digo mais isto, ganhem dois dedos de testa, meio quilo de maturidade e para acabar, uns óculos com uma graduação decente, para poderem dar o real valor ao que têm á frente e deixarem de ser miúdos e de viver em mundos de sonho, pois quem está á nossa frente, precisa do nosso amor, não precisa de uma mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Não façam sofrer quem vos ama, façam sorrir de felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Carlos Miguel 27/12/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-113564772414186332?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/113564772414186332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=113564772414186332' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/113564772414186332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/113564772414186332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2005/12/estupidez-ou-ignorancia.html' title='Estupidez ou ignorancia'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-113097279433770287</id><published>2005-11-02T22:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:06:34.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Para te alegrar um pouco meu doce :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/A_Lua_E_As_Estrelas.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/320/A_Lua_E_As_Estrelas.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eu conheço uma fofinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ela chama-se Mafalda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ela é muito simpática&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E também muito educada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quando se enerva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fica muito irritada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fica muito vermelha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fica muito engraçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quando está calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tem uma cara rosada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ela já por si é linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nem precisa de ser maquilhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ela é muito inteligente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Está quase a acabar o curso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;De mim, o melhor é nem falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Porque sou mesmo um grande urso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Há dias em que anda cansada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Outros dias em que é preguiçosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mas isso não me interessa nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Porque não deixa de ser amorosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;É um bocadinho ingénua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mas muito preocupada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Preocupa-se muito comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ou não fosse ela, a minha adorada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;É um mesito mais nova do que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mas não deixa de ser matura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tem força para me chamar à atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mas sempre com imensa ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ela adora ler os meus textos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Então deste, certamente irá gostar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Vai provavelmente, ficar corada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E de sorriso na cara, irá ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que grande está este texto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Razões não me faltam para a descrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mas com o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sempre, a irei ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Muito mais, da minha fofinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Poderia falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mas nem todo o papel do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chegaria para me expressar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Está a ficar tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Está na hora de me despedir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mas nunca te direi adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pois de ao pé de ti, nunca irei partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nanar e sonhar juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Com muitos beijinhos e abracinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Com muitas estrelas e sob a luz da lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;São assim os nossos sonhinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Para a minha fofinha de quem tanto gosto :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-113097279433770287?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/113097279433770287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=113097279433770287' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/113097279433770287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/113097279433770287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2005/11/para-te-alegrar-um-pouco-meu-doce.html' title='Para te alegrar um pouco meu doce :)'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-113052830544769709</id><published>2005-10-28T20:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T20:38:25.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Distancia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/Angel_of_the_Aurora_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/320/Angel_of_the_Aurora_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Distância, palavra amarga,&lt;br /&gt;Palavra que não me deixa tocar-te,&lt;br /&gt;Palavra que não me deixa abraçar-te,&lt;br /&gt;Palavra que não me deixa ver-te,&lt;br /&gt;Mas... Apesar de tudo, sinto-te&lt;br /&gt;Pressinto a tua presença á minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Estou contigo nos nossos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando por entre as estrelas sob a luz da lua&lt;br /&gt;Mas... Quando acordo, a distância impõem-se outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse algo que não nos quer ver juntos&lt;br /&gt;Tentando a cada dia que nasce,&lt;br /&gt;Afastar os nossos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de todos os seus maiores esforços&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a pressentir a tua presença&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a sentir os teus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;E todos os dias, adormeço com um pequeno sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que vou mais uma vez, vamos estar juntos&lt;br /&gt;Pela noite dentro, pelos nossos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Teremos um pouco de felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo tem um preço,&lt;br /&gt;Será a distancia que ao acordar,&lt;br /&gt;Irá decerto cobrar essa dívida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-113052830544769709?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/113052830544769709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=113052830544769709' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/113052830544769709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/113052830544769709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2005/10/distancia.html' title='Distancia'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-112846879051100259</id><published>2005-10-05T00:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T00:33:10.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca é mais do que isto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/Imagem%28322%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/320/Imagem%28322%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="PT"&gt;Por mais que tente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que observe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que espere&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabo sempre por ver o mesmo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A realidade como ela realmente é&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Terei sido abençoado, ou simplesmente amaldiçoado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que tente esconder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que tente beber&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que tente fugir de ver&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade está sempre na minha frente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Abro a minha janela, que vejo eu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada, simplesmente nada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma sociedade denegriram, corrupta e podre&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que de pouco ou até mesmo nada tem de bom para oferecer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="PT"&gt;Em nada me encaixo nessa sociedade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento sempre procurar um pequeno refugio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento sempre procurar um grupo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por mais que procure, em nenhum me encaixo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe sempre algo, algo que deita tudo abaixo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe sempre algo, algo que nunca me aceita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe sempre algo, algo que em mim tudo rejeita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Só queria estar no meu último refúgio da felicidade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas até esse parece ser um refúgio inatingível&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu queria estar aí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-112846879051100259?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/112846879051100259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=112846879051100259' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/112846879051100259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/112846879051100259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2005/10/nunca-mais-do-que-isto.html' title='Nunca é mais do que isto...'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-112795871186020562</id><published>2005-09-29T02:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T02:53:05.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre o destino...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/Destiny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/320/Destiny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que queres tu mais oh destino?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu que afastas de mim, kem me faz feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu que geras a confusão, a duvida, a incerteza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu que afrontas o coração de kem me adora&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu que me afundas em decepções, lagrimas e tristezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu que me destróis dia após dia, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merda, deixa-me em paz, não kero nada contigo&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desaparece, estou farto de ti, deixa-me viver&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deixa-me ser feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deixa de destruir a vida de quem gosta de mim&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não penses ke me levas a minha vida, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois antes de a levares, já eu a tirei&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixarei vencer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não me vou vergar perante o teu poder, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixarei ke controles a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te vou deixar levar a minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-112795871186020562?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/112795871186020562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=112795871186020562' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/112795871186020562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/112795871186020562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2005/09/sempre-o-destino.html' title='Sempre o destino...'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-112743050666028857</id><published>2005-09-23T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T00:16:13.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chama Reacendida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/SF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/320/SF.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Caminhava eu pelo fundo do abismo, no meio da escuridão tendo apenas como companheiro, a solidão da vida, divagando sem curso, sem destino, sem um fim definido, esperando, sempre esperando, e tu viste-me, aproximaste-te, envolveste-te, tocaste-me, e quiseste estar comigo, não tiveste medo, puxaste-me para fora deste abismo, deste-me esperança, força de vida, um destino, algo que fizesse sentido neste mundo de doidos, neste mundo de incompreensão. Agora, de uma lareira apagada, limpas-te as cinzas, deste-me a madeira da vida, e com um pequeno beijo, geraste fogo, e com isto a lareira arde outra vez, aquecendo os nossos espíritos, as nossas almas, criando laços de carinho, e quem sabe, talvez até mais… A distancia pode ser longa, podemos estar separados, mas sei que no fundo estamos juntos, sem desconfianças, apenas com o medo das partidas do destino, contra o qual lutamos desesperadamente por um pequeno gole de felicidade, de vida, pois sem a felicidade, não existe razão para a vida, não existe nada. Por isso, lutemos juntos por nós meu anjo, sem medos, sem pessimismos, pois ambos queremos ser felizes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-112743050666028857?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/112743050666028857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=112743050666028857' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/112743050666028857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/112743050666028857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2005/09/chama-reacendida.html' title='Chama Reacendida'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-112576502148711644</id><published>2005-09-03T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:35:34.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/DL1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/320/DL1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Existem certas coisas da vida das quais não nos esquecemos, pequenos pedaços na memória que gostaríamos de ver repetidos, pequenas sensações, momentos, sentimentos que nos fazem tanta falta para alegrar o nosso dia, pequenas rotinas que nos faziam dar mais um passo na vida, sinto falta de muitas dessas coisas, pequenas passagens da nossa vida que poderemos nunca mais voltar a sentir. Não sei se alguma vez voltarei a sentir esses momentos, gosto de pensar que sim, mas cada vez que o faço, a racionalidade da vida mostra-me como impossível isso poderá ser, e assim acabo no sofrimento da vida, relembrando aqueles pequenos momentos, de que sinto falta, pois só quem já sentiu, certos momentos a vida, sabe que muitas das vezes é o dar algo e não o receber, que nos faz mais falta, é o sentir que alguém quer partilhar estes momentos connosco, querer também ter algo a ver connosco, poder viver connosco momentos da nossa vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;É disto que mais sinto saudades…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-112576502148711644?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/112576502148711644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=112576502148711644' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/112576502148711644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/112576502148711644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2005/09/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-112535323893453319</id><published>2005-08-29T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T23:08:04.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresponsabilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/iresponsability4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/200/iresponsability2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dizes que queres liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que queres viver&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que queres diversão&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que queres brincar&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que queres companhia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas será que sabes o que isso implica ?&lt;br /&gt;Com a liberdade vem a responsabilidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora ?&lt;br /&gt;Agora que tens liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Foges dessa responsabilidade&lt;br /&gt;Agora que vives,&lt;br /&gt;Foges das responsabilidades da vida&lt;br /&gt;Agora que te divertes&lt;br /&gt;Foges do equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;Agora que brincas&lt;br /&gt;Foges do coração com que brincas&lt;br /&gt;Agora que tens companhia&lt;br /&gt;Foges deixando-a em terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queres tudo, mas no entanto, nada aceitas&lt;br /&gt;Queres tudo, mas o tudo, rejeitas&lt;br /&gt;Queres tudo, mas foges da vida&lt;br /&gt;Queres tudo, mas não sabes o que isso implica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se queres ser tratado como adulto, comporta-te ao nivel dele,&lt;br /&gt;Pois tudo o que queres tem um preço,&lt;br /&gt;Então lembra-te que se quizeres a tua liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;Prepara-te para pagares o preço da responsabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Miguel Ferreira 16/08/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-112535323893453319?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/112535323893453319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=112535323893453319' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/112535323893453319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/112535323893453319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2005/08/irresponsabilidade_112535323893453319.html' title='Irresponsabilidade'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15877993.post-112519960494962112</id><published>2005-08-28T04:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:57:49.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E é assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/1600/200106silent5_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/551/1486/320/200106silent5_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentamos&lt;br /&gt;Tentamos viver&lt;br /&gt;Tentamos lutar&lt;br /&gt;Tentamos todos os possiveis para sermos felizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que acontece depois ?&lt;br /&gt;O destino aparece, corta-nos as pernas&lt;br /&gt;Entraga-nos na cara um NÃO frio&lt;br /&gt;Despeja-nos o balde de agua fria&lt;br /&gt;E deixa-nos ao frio do sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Abandona-nos, a congelar pela noite eterna&lt;br /&gt;Noite que não acaba, escuridao tenebrosa&lt;br /&gt;Escuridão que me envolve, sufoca, mas não me mata&lt;br /&gt;Não me quer matar, quer-me simplesmente ver sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Goza com o meu sofrimento, alimenta-se dele,&lt;br /&gt;Alimenta-nos com falsas esperanças, para mais tarde&lt;br /&gt;Colher os seus frutos de sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;Beber a agua das minhas lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;Beber o sangue do meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-me num estado, em que nem estou vivo, nem estou morto&lt;br /&gt;Entrega-me à podridão deste mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-me a deambular pelas avenidas da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando ao meu lado, com a sua foice,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando o proximo grito, as proximas lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;Sempre sedento, insaciavel, obcecado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vivo, não morro, antes pior, sofro&lt;br /&gt;Sofro de algo que nem o tempo cura&lt;br /&gt;Sofro de algo que poucos entendem&lt;br /&gt;Sofro de algo que nao se vê&lt;br /&gt;Algo que arde sem chama...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15877993-112519960494962112?l=0claymore0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/feeds/112519960494962112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15877993&amp;postID=112519960494962112' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/112519960494962112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15877993/posts/default/112519960494962112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0claymore0.blogspot.com/2005/08/e-assim.html' title='E é assim...'/><author><name>Claymore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968777811851740907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3EUHXPoejA/SMcqA_hhZWI/AAAAAAAAABA/MHFJ6lamd7Y/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
