<?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-8788598</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:08:24.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the Silence</title><subtitle type='html'>'Cause when I'm walking a dark road... I am NOT a man who walks alone</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>349</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-2388029323398874716</id><published>2008-10-09T08:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:33:57.746Z</updated><title type='text'>My bimmer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-6d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791338735725&amp;amp;site=widget-6d.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791338735725&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6d.slide.com/p1/2522015791338735725/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Juntar-se com alguém é ceder um pouco mais, é partilhar a intimidade, é fazer sacrifícios... mas também é saber o que realmente queremos de nós dois.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez seja um grande passo o que estou a dar, sabendo como sou mas... sabe tão bem partilhar tudo aquilo que temos para dar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando ela me der um &lt;em&gt;time-out&lt;/em&gt;, postarei qualquer coisita então... lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou talvez não.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-5747524052066722719?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/5747524052066722719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/5747524052066722719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2007/04/paixo-consciente.html' title='paixão consciente...'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-4910503748698676124</id><published>2007-03-08T09:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-03-08T09:52:09.890Z</updated><title type='text'>... agora sei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/414464197/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/414464197_61b05c98e3.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;© kina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sou a verdade que falas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou as mentiras que dizes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço brilhar tudo o que fazes.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o teu caminho iluminado.&lt;br /&gt;Sou o teu dia mais escuro.&lt;br /&gt;E estou aqui para te dizer que podes confiar em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a tua paz de espírito&lt;br /&gt;Confundindo-te a toda a hora.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou no teu sangue, eu sou a tua dor.&lt;br /&gt;Já deverias saber que nunca te deixarei ir&lt;br /&gt;É altura de saberes que sou o teu destino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segura a minha mão&lt;br /&gt;E deixa-me mostrar-te o que sou...&lt;br /&gt;Agora sei que te posso levar de volta para onde tudo começou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas...&lt;br /&gt;Esta vida não é pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Não é isso que quero ser.&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixa-me te dizer&lt;br /&gt;A Morte só virá quando eu estiver pronto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-4910503748698676124?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Audi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O primeiro Coupé que vai além da evolução.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/411151873/"&gt;&lt;img height="354" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/411151873_e8858bbfbd.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O primeiro Coupé que transmite a verdadeira noção de grandeza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/411159465/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/411159465_231e9d78b4.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O primeiro Coupé que altera a visão do que o rodeia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;O A5 e o S5 vão ser apresentados, a nível mundial, em Genebra, no Salão Automóvel, já amanhã.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-912286715709704328?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/912286715709704328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/912286715709704328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2007/03/audi.html' title='Audi'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/411151873_e8858bbfbd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-3039196937042192866</id><published>2007-02-06T05:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-06T05:25:21.269Z</updated><title type='text'>fear of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/381408177/"&gt;&lt;img height="417" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/381408177_786265a820.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© desconhecido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desde muito cedo que sempre quis ter a minha independência - ganhar o meu dinheiro, ter a minha casa, ter o carro que sempre quis. Consegui isso há já um tempo. Com um pouco de sorte mas também com muito trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre achei que sozinho conseguiria obter tudo aquilo que quisesse. Por isso nunca tive medo de lutar por tudo aquilo que hoje tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que ter medo é apenas um estado de espirito que vai e vem. Mas há uns que apertam em demasia.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende-se que há uma necessidade enorme que todos nós sentimos que é sermos aceite pelos outros e sermos amados. E, para mim, é um medo enorme não voltar a ser... Talvez devido ao escudo que, entretanto, criei para que a minha serenidade se mantivesse intacta. Talvez porque esse meu isolamento me tenha feito sentir que jamais conseguiria ter sentimentos por outra pessoa. Talvez...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que amar é algo que nos dá a sensação de sermos alguém de facto. Sei que sem isso seremos sempre incompletos... e, com isso, sem qualquer medo de que a vida termine pois não faz sentido viver sem essa motivação. Essa mesma que nos faz levantar todos os dias: A necessidade de ter alguém especial.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas serei eu capaz de amar novamente?...&lt;br /&gt;porque tenho tanto medo de falhar quando ela me dá todos os sinais?...&lt;br /&gt;será o medo de perder a amizade por querer algo mais?...&lt;br /&gt;será o medo de lhe mostrar toda a minha insegurança?...&lt;br /&gt;e se não arriscar por alguém que penso todos os dias?... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e se arriscar?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como uma vez alguém me disse: "Os 'ses' são mesmo os verdadeiros assassinos da mente!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-3039196937042192866?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/3039196937042192866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/3039196937042192866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2007/02/fear-of.html' title='fear of...'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/381408177_786265a820_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-3624765246328510489</id><published>2007-01-31T03:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T03:14:34.678Z</updated><title type='text'>Pratica(mente)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se durante o processo de construção&lt;br /&gt;O autor vos remeter para uma estrutura quase demente&lt;br /&gt;É porque foi usado mais por demais coração&lt;br /&gt;Ccndição absoluta no limiar do obstinadamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esculpindo frases ao sabor da inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Revestidas por minimal batida envolvente&lt;br /&gt;Construindo fortalezas muralhadas de emoção&lt;br /&gt;Provocando aqui e ali a moralidade vigente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se de repente o sonho ganha asas de vulcão&lt;br /&gt;Derramando palavras e punhais, principalmente&lt;br /&gt;Requerendo, seguramente, mais que uma audição&lt;br /&gt;O que é... por vezes nao existe, mas sim aquilo que se pressente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após longas e repetidas noites de agitação&lt;br /&gt;O resultado surge, emergente&lt;br /&gt;Esvai-se a permanente inquietação&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, Sobretudo, Praticamente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam the Kid - Pratica(mente)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/375093115/"&gt;&lt;img height="443" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/375093115_c6899ce766.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simplesmente o melhor álbum escrito em Português dos últimos tempos!&lt;br /&gt;Para quem gosta de poesia urbana, real e cheio de significado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só não concordo com o facto dele criticar quem não escreve em português. Acho que cada um tem liberdade para fazer o que quiser desde que tenha qualidade. Se fazer música em inglês é mais fácil de se vender é outra história... mas acho que as pessoas sabem reconhecer o que é bom ou mau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sim, curto metal e curto hip-hop! Para alguns pode parecer sacrilégio mas principalmente curto Música com qualidade e com conteúdo! Nada mais simples!&lt;br /&gt;E este Pratica(mente) está extremamente honesto e muito bem feito!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-3624765246328510489?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/3624765246328510489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/3624765246328510489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2007/01/praticamente.html' title='Pratica(mente)'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/375093115_c6899ce766_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-116936555479581403</id><published>2007-01-21T07:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-21T07:45:54.796Z</updated><title type='text'>it comes back with laughter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/364282275/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/364282275_b24b5abe71.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© AcesHigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... what do you see in the dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when the demons come for you?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-116936555479581403?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116936555479581403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116936555479581403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-comes-back-with-laughter.html' title='it comes back with laughter...'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/364282275_b24b5abe71_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-116821997949091037</id><published>2007-01-08T01:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:32:59.523Z</updated><title type='text'>... ensayo de la Muerte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era apenas para deixar como comentário mas já me estava a alongar muito e então decidi postá-lo aqui.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.oladonegrodamente.blogspot.com/"&gt;Synne&lt;/a&gt; pediu-me a fórmula da Tranquilidade mas nem eu a sei ao certo. Tenho a minha mas não pode ser considerada como &lt;em&gt;A Fórmula&lt;/em&gt;. Serve para mim mas cada um é como é. E cada um sabe aquilo que quer...&lt;br /&gt;Fazer algo nos tempos livres é importante. Algo que gostamos a sério de fazer. Algo que fuja à monotonia do dia-a-dia. Algo que nos dê a sensação de ser úteis, para além do emprego. Algo que nos deixe bem!&lt;br /&gt;Sentirmos bem com o corpo também é importante... e um ginásio, hoje em dia, para além de vermos algumas raparigas bem jeitosas (lol...), sentir o corpo a definir é bastante agradável e saudável. Até porque o corpo humano não foi feito para estar parado ou acomodado. Nem a mente!&lt;br /&gt;Sentirmos bem com as opções e escolhas que fizémos é também algo que nos poderá dar a tal consciência tranquila. É aceitar as coisas como são tanto em relação a nós como aos outros. É ser capaz de olhar no espelho e ver o que somos, como somos e o que fazemos... mal ou bem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é estar preparado para aceitar as desilusões como forma de nos dar força para ser melhores e perceber o que as coisas realmente significam para nós. Há uma vida inteira para viver e tanta gente para se conhecer, para quê chorar demasiado por uma simples pessoa? Guarda-se os bons momentos e bola pra frente. Forçar é um erro tremendo!&lt;br /&gt;E todos os erros que cometi a pessoas a quem magoei deixei o orgulho de lado e fui capaz de pedir desculpa... Há quem consiga viver com o Ódio e Raiva todos os momentos da sua vida mas duvido que assim consiga dar ou receber algo de alguém...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a minha própria Raiva mas sei como surgiu e como a posso controlar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;«... y desataré las serpientes de la vanidad.&lt;br /&gt;El paraíso es el escuchar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;el miedo es un ladrón al que no guardo rencor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;y el dolor es un ensayo de la Muerte.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... e a Dor é apenas um teste da Morte!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-116821997949091037?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116821997949091037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116821997949091037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2007/01/ensayo-de-la-muerte.html' title='... ensayo de la Muerte.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-116771596628399893</id><published>2007-01-02T05:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T05:32:46.310Z</updated><title type='text'>... balanço.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois bem, falemos do balanço deste 2006 que passou...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até que foram 365 dias bastante bons. Com altos e baixos, como toda a gente, mas tranquilos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E foi essa a chave deste ano que passou: Tranquilidade!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adquirida em maior parte devido a um conjunto de 16 miúdos de 10 anos, que tenho a sorte e o privilégio de treinar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez porque poderiam ser meus filhos. Talvez porque passámos à 2ª fase só com uma derrota e seis vitórias. Talvez porque têm personalidades e níveis de vida completamente diferentes uns dos outros mas mesmo assim respeitam-se não havendo diferenças seja do que for entre eles. Talvez porque se sente a pureza e inocência em cada gesto que têm em campo e fora dele. Talvez porque os pais me apoiaram mesmo quando tive que ser ríspido com eles. Talvez porque, mesmo havendo quem não nos &lt;em&gt;grame&lt;/em&gt; entre os treinadores, tanto eu como o treinador principal, conseguimos estar simplesmente a &lt;em&gt;cagar&lt;/em&gt; para eles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E este 2007 vai ser apenas o seguimento deste que acabou... Tão simples quanto isso!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, apesar da Raiva nunca sair de dentro de mim, por razões que não interessam hoje explicar, dificilmente alguém me conseguirá tirar a Tranquilidade que ganhei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sem ela, garanto-vos, não se consegue nada!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-116771596628399893?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116771596628399893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116771596628399893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2007/01/balano.html' title='... balanço.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-116675024004420823</id><published>2006-12-22T01:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:17:20.060Z</updated><title type='text'>... não são nada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/329585760/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/329585760_3c2617c2bd.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Wolfgang Plamper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Raiva afogada entre cubas libres e pernas de&lt;br /&gt;mulheres&lt;br /&gt;Que não são putas nem são falsas nem são nada&lt;br /&gt;São pernas de mulheres e cubas libres,&lt;br /&gt;simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Pagas a saudade com cartão de crédito&lt;br /&gt;Táxi!&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me para onde está o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Táxi!&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me para lá de mim&lt;br /&gt;Táxi!&lt;br /&gt;Atropela-me os sentidos e a alma para eu não&lt;br /&gt;deixar vestígios...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleão Mira, &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; "Slides (retratos da cidade branca)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De facto, não são nada mesmo!... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas garantem-me uma tranquilidade que, mesmo sabendo que não passa de uma falsa paz, me impede de cair!&lt;br /&gt;E isso Nunca Mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um excelente Natal e um grande 2007 para todos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-116675024004420823?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116675024004420823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116675024004420823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-so-nada.html' title='... não são nada!'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/329585760_3c2617c2bd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-116502250758887466</id><published>2006-12-02T01:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-02T01:21:47.633Z</updated><title type='text'>...is it?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/311557857/"&gt;&lt;img height="423" src="http://static.flickr.com/103/311557857_26ec68d8ed.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Andrea Trenbeath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Anger is a gift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-116502250758887466?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116502250758887466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116502250758887466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-it.html' title='...is it?!'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-116338219807688764</id><published>2006-11-13T01:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T01:43:18.093Z</updated><title type='text'>... realidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/295935057/"&gt;&lt;img height="404" src="http://static.flickr.com/115/295935057_58a219fe43.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Daniel Sprick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim como falham as palavras quando querem exprimir qualquer pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;Assim falham os pensamentos quando querem exprimir qualquer realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, como a realidade pensada não é a dita mas a pensada,&lt;br /&gt;Assim a mesma dita realidade existe, não o ser pensada.&lt;br /&gt;Assim tudo o que existe, simplesmente existe.&lt;br /&gt;O resto é uma espécie de sono que temos,&lt;br /&gt;Uma velhice que nos acompanha desde a infância da doença.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Tu crias a tua própria Realidade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-116338219807688764?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116338219807688764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116338219807688764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/11/realidade.html' title='... realidade.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-116226142364371886</id><published>2006-10-31T02:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T02:23:43.656Z</updated><title type='text'>... nothing more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/284190110/"&gt;&lt;img height="263" src="http://static.flickr.com/117/284190110_b5fbb9742e.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... já não me lembro de onde tirei esta imagem... mas tinha que a &lt;em&gt;postar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-116226142364371886?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116226142364371886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116226142364371886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-more.html' title='... nothing more.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-116156805341705944</id><published>2006-10-23T02:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-23T01:47:33.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Lembra-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/276826470/"&gt;&lt;img height="326" src="http://static.flickr.com/80/276826470_534f8ee9fc.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Luciano Giombini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... são os gestos que te definem e nunca as palavras.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-116156805341705944?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116156805341705944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116156805341705944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/10/lembra-te.html' title='Lembra-te...'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-116121963296567609</id><published>2006-10-19T01:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:00:33.036Z</updated><title type='text'>nunca indiferente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 anos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 anos a apreciar o silêncio...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muita coisa mudou aqui e, principalmente, em mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje em dia ando com tanta coisa pra fazer que mal tenho tempo para dar atenção ao que por aqui se faz na blogosfera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É que isto de treinar os miúdos exige uma boa dose de paciência!... e aturar alguns pais nem vale a pena contar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é... faz hoje 2 anos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 anos em que me tenho mostrado, até em demasia confesso, a desconhecidos e a alguns amigos que talvez nunca me tinham conhecido desta maneira...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conheci pessoas e conheci outras maneiras de pensar e até conheci pessoas, em certa maneira, parecidas comigo na maneira de pensar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... e conheci, apartir deste blog e do dela claro, alguém que foi importantissimo para mim em certa altura. Uma rapariga incrível que me mostrou que, por vezes, mesmo o cinzento tem vários tons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apesar de hoje em dia não nos falarmos mais, nunca esquecerei esse "pormenor".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é isso que fica sempre!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser que me apeteça escrever por mais 2 anos... logo se verá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto tiver vontade de mostrar o meu silêncio, aqui estarei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comecei aqui há dois anos com uma música que sempre me disse muito: &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pearl Jam - Indifference&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas hoje vejo que muita coisa pode fazer a diferença mesmo!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-116121963296567609?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116121963296567609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116121963296567609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/10/nunca-indiferente.html' title='nunca indiferente.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-116077642223179551</id><published>2006-10-13T22:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:53:42.250Z</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem perdi um colega...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que levará alguém com trinta e poucos anos a tirar a própria vida?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como é possível que às 16h de ontem tava a rir comigo e com o pessoal e, 4h depois, desiste de tudo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que a ex-mulher valeria isso tudo? Será que alguém, por mais especial que seja, merece tal atitude? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É preciso estar muito mal para preparar 3 cartas de despedida e desistir de lutar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez o voltar a uma solidão extrema tivesse custado demais... talvez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... e ontem perdi um colega...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-116077642223179551?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116077642223179551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/116077642223179551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/10/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-115914383943510039</id><published>2006-09-25T01:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:23:59.450Z</updated><title type='text'># 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/251847605/"&gt;&lt;img height="377" src="http://static.flickr.com/90/251847605_5d85b704ac.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benjaminbreeg.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benjamin Breeg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«Let me tell you 'bout my life,&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout the things that happen, all is real to me.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you of my hope, of my need to reach the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you on an awkward journey, let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why...»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... e entrei hoje para o grupo dos trintões... parabéns a mim, portanto.&lt;br /&gt;... e parabéns aos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ironmaiden.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maiden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; por mais um álbum de culto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/251854784/"&gt;&lt;img height="380" src="http://static.flickr.com/89/251854784_3b4b9ed22e.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Up the Irons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-115914383943510039?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115914383943510039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115914383943510039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/09/30.html' title='# 30'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-115846029481473645</id><published>2006-09-17T03:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-17T02:31:34.846Z</updated><title type='text'>... não posso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/245034310/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://static.flickr.com/87/245034310_7a1448b2a8.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Nicola Jankovic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Profecia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem me disseram ainda&lt;br /&gt;para o que vim.&lt;br /&gt;Se logro ou verdade&lt;br /&gt;Se filho amado ou rejeitado.&lt;br /&gt;mas sei&lt;br /&gt;que quando cheguei&lt;br /&gt;os meus olhos viram tudo&lt;br /&gt;e tontos de gula ou espanto&lt;br /&gt;renegaram tudo&lt;br /&gt;e no meu sangue veias se abriram&lt;br /&gt;noutro sangue....&lt;br /&gt;A ele obedeço,&lt;br /&gt;sempre,&lt;br /&gt;a esse incitamento mudo.&lt;br /&gt;Também sei&lt;br /&gt;que hei-de perecer, exangue,&lt;br /&gt;de excesso de desejar;&lt;br /&gt;mas sinto&lt;br /&gt;sempre,&lt;br /&gt;que não posso recuar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando Namora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-115846029481473645?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115846029481473645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115846029481473645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-posso.html' title='... não posso.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-115795615378886925</id><published>2006-09-11T07:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-11T06:29:13.810Z</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... e foi há precisamente cinco anos que começou o século XXI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não foi apenas um ataque aos E.U.A. mas sim a todo o mundo ocidental. Como se viu, posteriormente, em Madrid e em Londres.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... e irão surgir mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas nada consegue ser mais poderoso que o sentido de ajuda ao próximo e instinto de sobrevivência e espírito de luta que todo o ser humano tem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Fear!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-115795615378886925?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115795615378886925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115795615378886925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-115742778028438337</id><published>2006-09-05T04:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-05T03:43:00.300Z</updated><title type='text'>Olha pra mim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/234547830/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" src="http://static.flickr.com/87/234547830_a3544454c6.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© autor desconhecido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dizer que sim, quando no fundo queres dizer que não&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que não, quando o que queres dizer é sim.&lt;br /&gt;Podes ter toda a bondade no coração&lt;br /&gt;Mas é o brilho dos teus olhos o que permanece no fim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será medo de mostrar a alma através dos olhos?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que se está a isolar mais uma vez?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Serão lágrimas de quê?! Para quê?!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não consegui descobrir de quem é a foto mas é exactamente esta a imagem que mostra perfeitamente o que quero dizer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-115742778028438337?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115742778028438337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115742778028438337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/09/olha-pra-mim.html' title='Olha pra mim!'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-115691055637862476</id><published>2006-08-30T04:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-30T04:02:36.533Z</updated><title type='text'>Perguntaram-me:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"- Quem és tu?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu respondi: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"- Olha, já me chamaram de Inútil. Aborrecido. Perverso. Maluquinho. Estúpido. Linear. Tarado. Sensível. Surpreendente. Tranquilo. Misterioso. Puro. Egoísta. Comodista. Encantador. Cabrão de merda. Workaholic. Simplista. Ignorante. Calado. Responsável. Frio. Irritante. Enganador. Estranho. Calmo. E também de Corvo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já me acusaram de fugir de possíveis relações com medo do que pode acontecer... bom ou mau. Já me acusaram de tentar ser perfeito em tudo, mesmo sabendo que não existe Perfeição. Já me acusaram de ter sido desprezível e baixo demais e até de ter provocado náuseas. Já me acusaram de ter mau perder em TUDO no que me meto. Já me acusaram de ter medo do desconhecido. E também já me acusaram de não conseguir perceber o que me está à frente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já me consideraram como sendo uma 'planície verde que apetece correr e saltar' (lolol). Já me consideraram como sendo Poesia. Já me consideraram como sendo alguém 'com mais sorte que juízo'. E também já me consideraram como sendo simplesmente... uma pessoa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas só pra nós:  apenas tenho um SUPEREGO grande demais! Com tudo aquilo que tem de bom e de mau..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"- Fui bem explícito?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"- Muito."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"- Good!..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUPEREGO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;«A instância superior da psique, parcialmente inconsciente, que equivale a ideais colectivos e ao que é considerado normal. As pessoas com um superego severo podem sentir culpa excessiva, que procuram expiar contra si (depressão, problemas no relacionamento com os outros) ou no exterior (conduta paranóide ou persecutória).»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para quem dizia que a chave para a natureza humana é o complexo de Édipo (ou de Electra caso seja mulher) sempre duvidei do nosso amigo Freud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas tem umas teorias interessantes... para quem se identifica com elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-115691055637862476?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115691055637862476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115691055637862476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/08/perguntaram-me.html' title='Perguntaram-me:'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-115682115849217436</id><published>2006-08-29T04:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-29T03:12:38.523Z</updated><title type='text'>... It justifies my means.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/227821531/"&gt;&lt;img height="327" src="http://static.flickr.com/89/227821531_6f427f4474.jpg" width="491" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© The Bakken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am a world before I am a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was a creature before I could stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; will remember before I forget&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE I FORGET THAT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... e justifica-se! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porquê?! Porque é mesmo assim... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; sou mesmo assim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isto sou eu: uma &lt;em&gt;ganda&lt;/em&gt; besta!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-115682115849217436?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115682115849217436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115682115849217436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-justifies-my-means.html' title='... It justifies my means.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-115655599631493945</id><published>2006-08-26T02:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-26T01:33:16.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Férias!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É oficial, tou de férias. Um mês completo ninguém me tira!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tarefas para estes 30 dias:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Tatuar o braço esquerdo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Descansar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Finalmente ir para o ginásio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Aturar os pais dos míudos. Ou talvez não...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Descansar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Fibrar e pintar os pára-choques do carro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Curtir a estrada. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Subir o &lt;em&gt;meu&lt;/em&gt; Millwall à Premier League no FM2005.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Acabar o Colin McRae Rally 2005.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Descansar muito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-115655599631493945?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115655599631493945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115655599631493945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/08/frias.html' title='Férias!'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-115632412601506865</id><published>2006-08-23T10:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-23T09:08:46.040Z</updated><title type='text'>... um mudar de página.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltei a receber um convite pra ser treinador adjunto/delegado de um clube de futebol aqui da zona. Clube esse que até tem bastante prestígio aqui no distrito. Um orgulho, portanto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É bastante gratificante ver os míudos evoluirem cada dia que passa. E é também um complemento à educação que os pais lhes dão. Por vezes até é no clube que recebem a tal educação... mas é mesmo assim a realidade...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No ano passado declinei o convite porque não me sentia com condições para tal responsabilidade. Andava cheio de confusão na cabeça, cheio de raiva e, principalmente, bastante intranquilo... (quando se gosta de alguém é lixado... e só se faz merda!) e então achei melhor recusar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neste momento a tranquilidade é uma certeza, portanto tenho o prazer de anunciar que os escolinhas dos &lt;em&gt;Pélés&lt;/em&gt; têm novo sargento!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E acabou-se os &lt;em&gt;Morangos com Açucares&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;Floribellas&lt;/em&gt; e afins, porque comigo apenas se ouve, fala-se e pensa-se futebol 24h por dia! E ouve-se metal a sério, claro! ahahah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero cá maricas que vêm novelas, foda-se!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém me pode dizer quem fala assim na realidade?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém me pode dizer que mundo é aquele?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém me pode dizer que conteúdo tem aquilo?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... e só treinaria um clube em que o equipamento fosse negro como a noite e com listas vermelhas como o sangue!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... e comigo só se ganha, nunca se perde!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-115632412601506865?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115632412601506865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115632412601506865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/08/um-mudar-de-pgina.html' title='... um mudar de página.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-115595949015085859</id><published>2006-08-19T04:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-19T03:51:30.173Z</updated><title type='text'>... Xutos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/218882281/"&gt;&lt;img height="340" alt="Lonely Girl" src="http://static.flickr.com/73/218882281_f8f011db50.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Andy Szybalski&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Neons vazios num excesso de consumo. Derramam cores pelas pedras do passeio.&lt;br /&gt;A cidade passa por nós adormecida. Esgotam-se as drogas p'ra sarar a grande ferida.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E o coração aperta-se e o estômago sobe à boca. Aquecem-nos os ouvidos com uma canção rouca.&lt;br /&gt;E o perigo é grande e a tensão enorme. Afinam-se os nervos até que tudo acorde.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E a noite avança, e esgotam-se as forças. Secam como o vinho que enchia as taças.&lt;br /&gt;E pára-se o carro num baldio qualquer. E juntam-se as bocas... até morrer.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gritos mudos chamando a atenção.&lt;br /&gt;P'ra vida que se joga sem nenhuma razão &lt;em&gt;(... ou com toda a razão)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por vezes ouvem-se alguns destes gritos mudos...&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes conseguem-se ouvir mais alto que um trovão...&lt;br /&gt;Um delicado som de um trovão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-115595949015085859?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115595949015085859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115595949015085859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/08/xutos.html' title='... Xutos.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-115531986400938206</id><published>2006-08-11T19:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:11:04.023Z</updated><title type='text'>... negritude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/212628300/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://static.flickr.com/66/212628300_482385903f.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Georgia Roessler&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;negro es un día sin lluvia&lt;br /&gt;negro es el amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;negro es la flor que mata&lt;br /&gt;negro es sus besos.&lt;br /&gt;negro es el aire que respiro&lt;br /&gt;negro es el suelo a mis pies.&lt;br /&gt;negro es la soledad&lt;br /&gt;negro es la felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;negro es la herida que no cura&lt;br /&gt;negro es toda la amargura.&lt;br /&gt;negro es el sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;negro es... vivir sin tiempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falar. Escutar. Ler. Escrever. Divagar... em castelhano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-115531986400938206?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115531986400938206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115531986400938206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/08/negritude.html' title='... negritude.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-115467022253875922</id><published>2006-08-04T06:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-04T05:43:42.540Z</updated><title type='text'>...take a deep breath.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há coisas que se dizem que jamais poderão ser retiradas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há coisas que se fazem que jamais serão perdoadas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...mas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sintas apenas Ódio sente apenas celebrações.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emoções contidas, sentidas e vividas em muitas versões...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-115467022253875922?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115467022253875922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115467022253875922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/08/take-deep-breath.html' title='...take a deep breath.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-115431868082741738</id><published>2006-07-31T05:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:04:40.886Z</updated><title type='text'>... há.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/202479322/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://static.flickr.com/70/202479322_cb6c20f43b.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© giacobbe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há quem encontre a salvação nos outros...&lt;br /&gt;Há quem encontre apenas dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem tente acabar com o sofrimento ficando em silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Há outros que ficam felizes ajudando os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem jure que existe amor eterno...&lt;br /&gt;Há outros que tentam isolar-se de toda a gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem jure a toda a gente que se encontra perdido,&lt;br /&gt;mas no fundo tem esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem jure a toda a gente que se encontra tranquilo e feliz,&lt;br /&gt;mas no fundo é apenas uma falsa paz,&lt;br /&gt;que lhe come o corpo e a alma desfaz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo que tenhas sofrido bastante, sê sempre fiel a ti mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te recrimines por algo que fizeste.&lt;br /&gt;Se pedires desculpa, pede apenas uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;A quem te humilhou, torna-te a pior besta possível...&lt;br /&gt;mas a quem te trata bem, trata ainda melhor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-115431868082741738?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115431868082741738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115431868082741738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/07/h.html' title='... há.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-115381064520261753</id><published>2006-07-25T07:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-25T06:57:25.263Z</updated><title type='text'>...dás-me?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/197829466/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://static.flickr.com/73/197829466_bb373dc87e_o.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O Serviço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dá-me um cigarro, dá-me lume. Dá-me uma cerveja, já sabes o costume.&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me uma murtalha, que eu enrolo isso. Dá-me a pedra e deixa-te disso.&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me uns trocos para beber um café. Vá lá, já sabes que estou farto de estar em pé. E não me olhes com essa cara atravessada, dá-me o telefone da tua namorada. Porquê, porquê, porquê? Porque ela tem uma coisa para mim. Quantas pedras de gelo queres no teu gin?...&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a tua vida, dá-me qualquer uma. Troco na boa na boínha pelos meus ténis &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Puma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um coração, o meu foi roubado. A cabra que o levou nem sequer deixou recado.&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um pouco da tua classe, quem sabe talvez resultásse. Prometo que não a estrago, tásse?&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um bilhete para o cinema. Melhor, dá-me cara duma estrela de cinema, um sorriso Pepsodent de orelha a orelha, fofinho e inocente tal e qual uma ovelha.&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a tua imbecilidade numa aspirina e junta-lhes a tua integridade cabotina. Achas que cabe tudo na mesma terrina?! Sabia-me mesmo bem agora uma gelatina.&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um tiro se isso te faz sentir melhor. Dá-me um lenço, dá cá eu limpo-te o suor. Não consegues atirar, bem me queria parecer isso... Dá cá essa merda, eu faço-te o serviço.&lt;/strong&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/8788598-115381064520261753?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115381064520261753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115381064520261753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/07/ds-me.html' title='...dás-me?!'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-115345313056743592</id><published>2006-07-21T04:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-21T03:38:50.640Z</updated><title type='text'>rasgar o céu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/194452421/"&gt;&lt;img height="286" src="http://static.flickr.com/58/194452421_cc72b8641e.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Georgia Roessler&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intimidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ninguém hoje me diga nada.&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém venha abrir a minha mágoa,&lt;br /&gt;esta dor sem nome&lt;br /&gt;que eu desconheço donde vem&lt;br /&gt;e o que me diz.&lt;br /&gt;É mágoa.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja um começo de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, de novo, a dor e a euforia de ter vindo ao mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser tudo isso, ou nada disso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não afirmo.&lt;br /&gt;As palavras viriam revelar-me tudo.&lt;br /&gt;E eu prefiro esta angústia de não saber de quê.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fernando Namora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-115345313056743592?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115345313056743592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115345313056743592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/07/rasgar-o-cu.html' title='rasgar o céu...'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-115216009428099404</id><published>2006-07-06T05:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-06T04:28:14.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Portugal!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/183063050/"&gt;&lt;img height="315" src="http://static.flickr.com/76/183063050_fda78f21e4.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.livreindirecto.com"&gt;livreindirecto.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E acabou-se o sonho...&lt;br /&gt;Falta-nos sempre "um bocadinho assim"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temos que ter orgulho nesta seleção!&lt;br /&gt;E um muito obrigado pelo que fez durantes estes dias. Nada neste país consegue mobilizar tanta gente em torno de uma bandeira!&lt;br /&gt;Até a administração da empresa onde trabalho (que são uns agarrados em termos de produções, porra...) distribuiu televisões pra que os trabalhadores das várias secções pudessem ver o jogo. Estes jogadores já fizeram muito!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estamos onde é o nosso lugar: entre os 4 primeiros do Mundo!&lt;br /&gt;...é assim tão mau este lugar, tendo em conta que não temos um ponta de lança em condições?!&lt;br /&gt;...tendo em conta que cada vez mais os clubes em Portugal fecham as portas?!&lt;br /&gt;...tendo em conta que temos tão poucos jogadores federados, em relação a todas as selecções que estiveram entre os 8 finalistas?!...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que não!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orgulho! Muito orgulho!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-115216009428099404?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115216009428099404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115216009428099404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/07/portugal.html' title='Portugal!!'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-115127971563819288</id><published>2006-06-26T00:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:55:15.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Portugal rumo à final?!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/174950157/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" src="http://static.flickr.com/75/174950157_3239b6ffec.jpg" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não queria voltar às superstições que o Euro 2004 nos trouxe, mas isto da sorte e azar é terrivel...&lt;br /&gt;Pois agora só (des)faço a barba quando Portugal perder! Pareço um bandido mas tem que ser!&lt;br /&gt;E o &lt;em&gt;tem que ser&lt;/em&gt; tem muita força!&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que interessa é que depois das laranjas espremidas, venham lá então os bifes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e quem vier morre!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-115127971563819288?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115127971563819288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115127971563819288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/06/portugal-rumo-final.html' title='Portugal rumo à final?!...'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-115001305628368573</id><published>2006-06-11T09:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-11T08:04:19.703Z</updated><title type='text'>Portugal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/164702115/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://static.flickr.com/66/164702115_3acea295d5.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apesar de achar que esta seleção de Scolari esta um pouco mais fraca que a do Euro 2004, acredito que passando aos oitavos de final tudo é possível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...chegar aos quartos de final é muito bom...&lt;br /&gt;...meias finais é demais...&lt;br /&gt;...a final é... sonhar muito! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que role a cerveja até ao último dia! Pois é sempre um bom sinal!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-115001305628368573?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115001305628368573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/115001305628368573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/06/portugal.html' title='Portugal!'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114966020323528356</id><published>2006-06-07T07:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-07T06:03:23.246Z</updated><title type='text'>raciocínio rápido!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tens dois minutos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dois tipos tão a roubar laranjas. No fim, um vira-se para o outro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Epah mano, dá aí umas das tuas pra eu ficar com o dobro das que tu tens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Epah mano... e se tu me deres uma das tuas pra ficararmos com as mesmas?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas laranjas tem cada um deles?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;isto é o que dá não ter nada pra fazer..... lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114966020323528356?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114966020323528356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114966020323528356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/06/raciocnio-rpido.html' title='raciocínio rápido!'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114911988920070596</id><published>2006-06-01T00:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:58:09.210Z</updated><title type='text'>...ninguém!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/157544669/"&gt;&lt;img height="143" src="http://static.flickr.com/70/157544669_9e3376e861_o.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há um pormenor de relativa importância, que é importante que se refira:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...com água ninguém canta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114911988920070596?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114911988920070596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114911988920070596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/06/ningum.html' title='...ninguém!'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114785349231376351</id><published>2006-05-17T09:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-17T08:11:32.340Z</updated><title type='text'>sim ou não?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/148063898/"&gt;&lt;img height="326" src="http://static.flickr.com/46/148063898_87f436de26.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© giacobbe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tu?... Ainda tens fé nesta Humanidade?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together we stand, divided we fall!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114785349231376351?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114785349231376351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© AcesHigh . . . la Catedral&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tirei umas quantas fotos mas gostei mais do resultado destas duas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É uma cidade com muita vida mas podia estar muito mais limpa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...e com os parques subterrâneos mais baratos porque assim não dá...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/143104652/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" src="http://static.flickr.com/44/143104652_cd8a8676a7.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© AcesHigh . . . el Giraldillo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atenção, não deixem as ciganas lerem a palma da mão porque depois têm que pagar bem a sorte... lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114713564624374619?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114713564624374619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114713564624374619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/05/sevilha.html' title='Sevilha'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114670932896245725</id><published>2006-05-04T03:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-04T02:22:09.046Z</updated><title type='text'>... só hoje.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/140063886/"&gt;&lt;img height="465" src="http://static.flickr.com/46/140063886_5631869904_o.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Tony Hamilton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ter razão as quintas-feiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vossas excelências não se importam&lt;br /&gt;excelentíssimas entidades superiores&lt;br /&gt;eu hoje&lt;br /&gt;que é quinta-feira&lt;br /&gt;gostava de ter razão.&lt;br /&gt;Sei perfeitamente que morrerei um dia&lt;br /&gt;e que só na minha rua o vão saber.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso se vossas excelências realmente não se importam&lt;br /&gt;eu hoje, que é quinta-feira&lt;br /&gt;precisava muito de ter razão.&lt;br /&gt;De sete dias na semana pedir um para viver&lt;br /&gt;não é muito, convenhamos.&lt;br /&gt;A não ser.....&lt;br /&gt;Ah! É verdade, a não ser ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eduardo Valente da Fonseca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114670932896245725?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114670932896245725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114670932896245725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/05/s-hoje.html' title='... só hoje.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114654535486358705</id><published>2006-05-02T05:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-02T04:49:14.953Z</updated><title type='text'>...olha eu danado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/138861212/"&gt;&lt;img height="374" src="http://static.flickr.com/52/138861212_a73806d065.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isto é o que dá tar todo &lt;em&gt;agrafado&lt;/em&gt; das ideias... ahahah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz o teu &lt;a href="http://spstudio.linda.hosting-friends.de/spstudio4.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;via &lt;a href="http://correrdovento.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mushu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114654535486358705?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114654535486358705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114654535486358705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/05/olha-eu-danado.html' title='...olha eu danado!'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114646620789226911</id><published>2006-05-01T06:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-01T06:50:11.686Z</updated><title type='text'>PEARL JAM 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/138074196/"&gt;&lt;img height="221" src="http://static.flickr.com/47/138074196_09cbda8dc6_o.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Underneath this smile lies everything&lt;br /&gt;All my hopes and anger, pride and shame...&lt;br /&gt;I make myself a pact, not to shut doors on the past&lt;br /&gt;Just for today, I am free...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I used to try and kill love... was the highest sin&lt;br /&gt;Breathing insecurity out and in...&lt;br /&gt;Searching hope, I'm shown the way to run straight&lt;br /&gt;Pursuing the greater way for all human light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I choose to feel is how I am...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Jam - Inside Job&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gostei imenso da letra deste novíssimo &lt;em&gt;Inside Job&lt;/em&gt;... identifico-me a valer.&lt;br /&gt;Sai amanhã o novo álbum de originais de &lt;em&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...e tá muito bom!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I choose to feel is how I am!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114646620789226911?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114646620789226911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114646620789226911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/05/pearl-jam-2006.html' title='PEARL JAM 2006'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114618699571470646</id><published>2006-04-28T01:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-28T01:16:35.766Z</updated><title type='text'>...talvez.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/136154121/"&gt;&lt;img height="377" src="http://static.flickr.com/54/136154121_e78c04d925.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© AcesHigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque razão caminhamos por estradas demasiado sinuosas, quando se pode chegar ao mesmo sítio de uma maneira mais simples e linear?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque se assim não fosse esta vida seria tão aborrecida... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...ou talvez não...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114618699571470646?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114618699571470646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114618699571470646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/04/talvez.html' title='...talvez.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114558161061348014</id><published>2006-04-21T00:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-21T01:06:50.670Z</updated><title type='text'>...come on lads!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/132115471/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://static.flickr.com/51/132115471_ecac252793.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© AcesHigh . . . Meliá Benidorm &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só foi pena o tempo não estar muito bom mas, de qualquer maneira, foi interessante estar neste &lt;a href="http://www.meliabenidorm.solmelia.com/solNew/hoteles/jsp/C_Hotel_Description.jsp?codigoHotel=0311"&gt;4 estrelas&lt;/a&gt; e aproveitar pra ver umas quantas &lt;em&gt;camones&lt;/em&gt; e conhecer duas bielorussas muito especiais... ui!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estávamos em trabalho mas deu pra gozar uma beca... ainda por cima quando o trabalho era pesquisar hotéis para o torneio de verão dos miúdos - &lt;a href="http://www.costablancacup.com/principal/principal.aspx?culture=pt-PT"&gt;Torneio Costa Blanca&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recomendo também, pra quem quiser lá dar um saltinho, passar pelo parque temático &lt;a href="http://www.terramiticapark.com/es/"&gt;Terra Mítica&lt;/a&gt;... apesar de ser caro, é uma tarde muito bem passada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi só curtir &lt;em&gt;à pala&lt;/em&gt;, pois então!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noèlia, só bebes aguinha mas... I miss you. lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114558161061348014?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114558161061348014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114558161061348014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/04/come-on-lads.html' title='...come on lads!'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114491602399060605</id><published>2006-04-13T08:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-13T08:13:44.046Z</updated><title type='text'>...sempre a rolar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/127831017/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://static.flickr.com/51/127831017_bec6c4b926.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© AcesHigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou passar uns dias a Benidorm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou em trabalho, mas dá sempre pra juntar um pouco de lazer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...e por estas paragens o lazer é mesmo coisa séria! ui...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom fim de semana e boa Páscoa (pra quem é crente...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114491602399060605?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114491602399060605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114491602399060605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/04/sempre-rolar.html' title='...sempre a rolar.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114483037238041666</id><published>2006-04-12T08:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-12T08:26:12.443Z</updated><title type='text'>...rompendo o nevoeiro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/127368075/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://static.flickr.com/49/127368075_4e2a487b5b.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© AcesHigh . . . Tróia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«E mais que uma onda, mais que uma maré...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tentaram prendê-lo, impor-lhe uma fé...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, vogando à vontade, rompendo a saudade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vai quem já nada teme, vai o homem do leme...»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...este mar, esta terra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...este nevoeiro, esta manhã.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...este Inverno, esta tranquilidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...este rio Sado, esta cidade de Setúbal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114483037238041666?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114483037238041666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114483037238041666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/04/rompendo-o-nevoeiro.html' title='...rompendo o nevoeiro.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114438878624133556</id><published>2006-04-07T05:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-07T05:46:26.336Z</updated><title type='text'>...tranquilo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/124551280/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://static.flickr.com/51/124551280_67011c92af.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he’s just the kind of man&lt;br /&gt;you hear about&lt;br /&gt;who leaves his family for&lt;br /&gt;an easy out.&lt;br /&gt;they never saw the signs&lt;br /&gt;he never said a word&lt;br /&gt;he couldn’t take another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she’s not the kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;you hear about&lt;br /&gt;she’ll never want another&lt;br /&gt;she’ll never be without&lt;br /&gt;she’ll give you all the signs&lt;br /&gt;she’ll tell you everything&lt;br /&gt;then turn around and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carry me to the shoreline&lt;br /&gt;bury me in the sand (into the waves...)&lt;br /&gt;walk me across the water&lt;br /&gt;and maybe you’ll understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once the stone you’re crawling under&lt;br /&gt;is lifted off your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;once the cloud that’s raining&lt;br /&gt;over your head disappears&lt;br /&gt;the noise that you’ll hear&lt;br /&gt;is the crashing down of hollow years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Theater - Hollow Years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda se encontram por aí uns sons muito interessantes pra se ouvir tranquilo... e a letra deste &lt;em&gt;Hollow Years&lt;/em&gt; tem a sua piada... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recomendo também o &lt;em&gt;Tears&lt;/em&gt;, o &lt;em&gt;Waiting for Sleep&lt;/em&gt; e o &lt;em&gt;Through Her Eyes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes, sabe bem ouvir umas coisitas mais calmas e antigas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would touch me deeper&lt;br /&gt;tears that fall from eyes that only cry?...&lt;br /&gt;Would it touch you deeper&lt;br /&gt;than tears that fall from eyes that know why?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114438878624133556?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114438878624133556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114438878624133556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/04/tranquilo.html' title='...tranquilo.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114428916546259931</id><published>2006-04-06T01:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-06T02:06:08.850Z</updated><title type='text'>orgulho... sempre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/124002107/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://static.flickr.com/47/124002107_dc65e6295b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como era de esperar, o &lt;em&gt;meu&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SL Benfica&lt;/span&gt; ficou apeado pelo &lt;a href="http://www.fcbarcelona.com"&gt;FC Barcelona&lt;/a&gt; na &lt;a href="http://www.uefa.com"&gt;Champions League&lt;/a&gt;. Mas, apesar das enormes diferenças de orçamento e, consequentemente, de jogo jogado, foi interessante de ver o susto que o &lt;a href="http://www.simaosabrosa.iol.pt"&gt;Simão&lt;/a&gt; pregou naqueles quase 100 mil catalães, quase no fim do jogo ahahah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No fim disto tudo o que ficou foi mais uns records de audiência. Sim, porque neste dia que passou não se falou de outra coisa . E também que o &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SLB&lt;/span&gt;, mal ou bem jogado, manteve lá a bandeira de Portugal entre os 8 gigantes da Europa.&lt;br /&gt;Curioso foi também, aquando da minha ida a Sevilha neste fim de semana que passou, reparar que ao perceberem que era português, o início de conversa era sempre sobre o &lt;em&gt;meu&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Benfica&lt;/span&gt; ter eliminado &lt;em&gt;el Manchester y el Liverpool&lt;/em&gt; e o quanto jogava &lt;em&gt;mui bien&lt;/em&gt; apesar de ter poucas hipóteses contra &lt;em&gt;el Barça&lt;/em&gt; - diziam eles e com razão, reconheça-se.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de saber que era também para que gastasse uns euros a mais, só sei que fiquei ainda mais orgulhoso de pertencer a esta enorme massa associativa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...e esta época está terminada. Lá ganhámos a Supertaça, portanto nem tudo foi perdido lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114428916546259931?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114428916546259931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114428916546259931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/04/orgulho-sempre.html' title='orgulho... sempre.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114412718394535784</id><published>2006-04-04T04:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-04T05:06:24.016Z</updated><title type='text'>...mind detonator.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/123031574/"&gt;&lt;img height="332" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/123031574_8e5350867b.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Giacobbe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m the trouble starter, fuckin’ instigator.&lt;br /&gt;I’m the fear addicted, danger illustrated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the bitch you hated, filth infatuated... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I’m the pain you tasted, fell intoxicated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the self inflicted, mind detonator... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I’m the one infected, twisted animator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a firestarter, twisted firestarter.&lt;br /&gt;You’re the firestarter, twisted firestarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’m a firestarter, twisted firestarter...&lt;/span&gt; starter... starter...&lt;br /&gt;Starter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prodigy - Firestarter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...e cada acção tem a sua reação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...e nada acontece por acaso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...e nem tudo o que parece é...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114412718394535784?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114412718394535784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114412718394535784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/04/mind-detonator.html' title='...mind detonator.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114386457261436549</id><published>2006-04-01T03:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-01T04:09:32.683Z</updated><title type='text'>V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/121048540/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" src="http://static.flickr.com/56/121048540_d929a83265.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fui ver este &lt;a href="http://vforvendetta.warnerbros.com/"&gt;V for Vendetta&lt;/a&gt; e gostei a valer. Dos mesmos criadores da trilogia &lt;em&gt;The Matrix&lt;/em&gt;, os irmãos Wachowski começam a ser conhecidos como os filósofos do séc. XXI.&lt;br /&gt;Está muito bem a Natalie Portman como &lt;em&gt;Evey&lt;/em&gt;, um desempenho excelente... mas o que dá, sem dúvida, força ao filme é &lt;em&gt;V&lt;/em&gt;. Um trabalho bastante complicado por parte do Hugo Weaving (o Agent Smith do filme &lt;em&gt;The Matrix&lt;/em&gt;, pra quem não o conhece pelo nome...). Forçado a desempenhá-lo por detrás de uma máscara, está muito bem transmitindo carisma através dos gestos e, principalmente, pela voz, que achei perfeita para este personagem e para este filme. Uma voz que transmite muita calma mas ao mesmo tempo tremenda confiança!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estava previsto estrear em Novembro do ano passado mas os atentados em Londres fizeram com que adiassem por uns meses a estreia.&lt;br /&gt;Mexe com muita coisa mesmo este filme... enquanto no &lt;em&gt;The Matrix&lt;/em&gt; era uma realidade horrível e invisível porque havia um "controlar" tudo e todos por algo mecânico, perfeito e superior (para além de muitas outras questões filosóficas...), este &lt;em&gt;V for Vendetta&lt;/em&gt; fala de um outro tipo de "controlar": um Governo que controla os media, a internet, tudo o que somos e tudo o que seremos... e fala também que uma pessoa pode muito bem ser invencível porque um conceito nunca pode aniquilado.&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que esse mesmo conceito advém de uma vingança pessoal, mas tudo tem a ver com a Opressão e Liberdade... ou falta dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei muito interessante certas questões lançadas para o ar, como por exemplo a Religião, a Sexualidade, o Fascismo, o Totalitarismo, a Propaganda, a Verdade, a Mentira... Mas, muito basicamente, fala em usar o terrorismo para libertar um povo........ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmmm, será que nos tempos que correm hoje em dia, será sensato colocar este argumento?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É apenas ficção mas dá que pensar em muita coisa...&lt;br /&gt;A não perder, portanto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114386457261436549?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114386457261436549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114386457261436549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/04/v.html' title='V'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114377451826048539</id><published>2006-03-31T02:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-31T03:08:38.313Z</updated><title type='text'>Barco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/120537832/"&gt;&lt;img height="377" src="http://static.flickr.com/42/120537832_702e75f0cc.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© AcesHigh . . . Sesimbra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Margens inertes abrem os seus braços&lt;br /&gt;Um grande barco no silêncio parte.&lt;br /&gt;Altas gaivotas nos ângulos a pique,&lt;br /&gt;Recém-nascidas à luz, perfeita a morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande barco parte abandonando&lt;br /&gt;As colunas de um cais ausente e branco.&lt;br /&gt;E o seu rosto busca-se emergindo&lt;br /&gt;Do corpo sem cabeça da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande barco desligado parte&lt;br /&gt;Esculpindo de frente o vento norte.&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito azul do mar, perfeita a morte&lt;br /&gt;Formas claras e nítidas de espanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...não tem que ter sentido algum escondido. É apenas e só... um poema.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114377451826048539?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114377451826048539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114377451826048539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/03/barco.html' title='Barco'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114324905703963839</id><published>2006-03-25T00:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:10:57.100Z</updated><title type='text'>Juventude Irrequieta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/117403434/"&gt;&lt;img height="438" src="http://static.flickr.com/49/117403434_4f86fe6c07.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falta ali apenas a missão das Vindimas em Palmela, salvo erro de 2004, em que terminámos com a &lt;em&gt;maravilhosa&lt;/em&gt; actuação do &lt;em&gt;Fill Collins&lt;/em&gt; português... ahahah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apesar de ter sido improvisada no momento, e com elementos à &lt;em&gt;mãesana&lt;/em&gt;, também conta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem sabe se a brigada terrorista não se envolve uma outra vez este ano... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E mais não digo, senão ainda tenho os &lt;em&gt;Judites&lt;/em&gt; à minha porta... ahahah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H o n r a    e    F i d e l i d a d e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114324905703963839?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114324905703963839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114324905703963839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/03/juventude-irrequieta.html' title='Juventude Irrequieta'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114267568168200199</id><published>2006-03-18T09:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T09:54:41.693Z</updated><title type='text'>... Given to Fly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/114049572/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://static.flickr.com/50/114049572_45ec1402cc.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© AcesHigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que se vê é transitório&lt;br /&gt;O que não se vê é... eterno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...foto tirada há uns dias atrás na Casa do Alentejo, Lisboa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114267568168200199?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114267568168200199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114267568168200199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/03/given-to-fly.html' title='... Given to Fly.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114214556731700454</id><published>2006-03-12T06:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-12T06:39:27.330Z</updated><title type='text'>... sei.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/111205512/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://static.flickr.com/51/111205512_50a01bd315.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Christopher Klugman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Capaz de ler os pensamentos através dos olhos, não digo nada.&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para o que foi perdido, procuro as razões.&lt;br /&gt;Formas de todos os tamanhos, movem-se por detrás dos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Portas que sonho e imagino, todas trancadas por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Cada gota de chuva que cai, arde o chão por onde piso.&lt;br /&gt;...apenas memórias de alguém que já morreu...&lt;br /&gt;Eu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei o porquê da insanidade das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;...e posso te mostrar como deves ser também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei o porquê das minhas dúvidas.&lt;br /&gt;...e posso te mostrar as minhas certezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei o porquê de seres como és.&lt;br /&gt;...e posso te mostrar o que nunca serás.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114214556731700454?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114214556731700454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114214556731700454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/03/sei.html' title='... sei.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114189673797118945</id><published>2006-03-09T08:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T09:32:18.026Z</updated><title type='text'>... por acaso?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por acaso&lt;/em&gt; não era pra escrever nada hoje...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É que esta terça-feira, &lt;em&gt;por acaso&lt;/em&gt;, convidaram-me pra um casamento... que, &lt;em&gt;por acaso&lt;/em&gt;, era o do meu irmão... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, &lt;em&gt;só por mero acaso&lt;/em&gt;, os 47 convidados transformaram, no que era apenas para ser um simples jantar de convívio com amigos, num ambiente fantástico... foi muito bom ver o pessoal todo junto... não estávamos à espera sinceramente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E já agora, &lt;em&gt;só por acaso&lt;/em&gt;, também devo dizer que ontem o meu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slbenfica.pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SL Benfica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; eliminou, para a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uefa.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Champions League&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, o actual campeão europeu em título - o &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liverpoolfc.tv"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liverpool FC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... e que, &lt;em&gt;só por acaso&lt;/em&gt;, nos 180 minutos do conjunto dos dois jogos, marcámos 3 bolas contra... zero.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só por acaso&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E também devo realçar que, &lt;em&gt;só por mero acaso&lt;/em&gt; e até quem sabe, talvez porque o destino já está traçado e que eu fio-me sempre na virgem e nunca corro, fui promovido e, consequentemente, aumentado no ordenado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas foi de certeza &lt;em&gt;por acaso&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...devo lembrar e sublinhar que foi tudo... por acaso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114189673797118945?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="366" src="http://static.flickr.com/36/108193316_f7db6cebd6.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há muita coisa que se pode dizer acerca do génio de Fernando Pessoa mas, para mim, há uma acima de todas as outras:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Todos os meus escritos ficaram inacabados: sempre novos pensamentos se interpunham, associações de ideias extraordinárias e inexcludíveis, de término infinito."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...e isto é a essência do ser humano: a cada momento podemos mudar de opinião sobre qualquer assunto... a cada momento melhoramos cada vez mais como indivíduos.&lt;br /&gt;Não há verdades absolutas em lado algum... nada é certo... e o que hoje é uma verdade, amanhã pode muito bem ser uma mentira!&lt;br /&gt;O tal espirito de contradição está sempre presente.&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário da Arrogância, que alguns individuos demonstram sem terem qualquer moral para isso...&lt;br /&gt;...e isso, para mim, é ser-se linear, é ter a mente fechada e é estar completamente vazio por dentro!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...e o que também é uma verdade é que ando a ficar viciado no Football Manager 2005... já que é a única maneira de o meu &lt;a href="http://www.slbenfica.pt"&gt;SL Benfica&lt;/a&gt; ser campeão europeu..... lol&lt;br /&gt;Daí a minha ausência... mas é mais forte que eu! lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Há sem dúvida quem ame o infinito."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Há sem dúvida quem deseja o impossível."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ricardo Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Há sem dúvida quem não queira nada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alberto Caeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...três tipos de idealistas e eu nenhum deles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Álvaro de Campos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114158017348262910?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114158017348262910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114158017348262910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/03/essncia.html' title='... essência.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114075491459669421</id><published>2006-02-24T03:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T04:21:54.673Z</updated><title type='text'>black and silver...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/103663166/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" src="http://static.flickr.com/34/103663166_74008089bc.jpg" width="439" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© AcesHigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como já não sei o que fazer a tanto dinheiro, comprei este &lt;a href="http://www.nokia.pt/telefones/Modelos/6230i/demo.html"&gt;Nokia 6230i&lt;/a&gt; por 140 euros (promoções de empresa)... fora a pen do Bluetooth e o auricular sem fios.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, já sei... mas como fui promovido achei que devia ter um telemóvel a condizer com a cor do carro... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E sim, a imagem do ecran é a mesma do post "...vendetta!" aí em baixo... - grande invenção o Bluetooth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; ...e foi mesmo só pra dizer que tenho um brinquedo novo... lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114075491459669421?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114075491459669421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114075491459669421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/02/black-and-silver.html' title='black and silver...'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-114043454974143539</id><published>2006-02-20T11:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-20T11:22:30.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Manias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom... eu não costumo ligar a estas cenas mas como fui convocado pela &lt;a href="http://reversodaalma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Legionária&lt;/a&gt;, e não curto deixar ninguém pendurado, cá vai...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- tenho a mania de ser perfeccionista em tudo o que faço... - posso não o conseguir na maior parte dos casos, mas tenho "da mania" que consigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- a mania de andar sempre a mexer no cabelo... - não gosto do cabelo certinho, foda-se! tem que andar sempre revolvido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- a pancada de conduzir de noite...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- a mania de estar sempre a rodar o copo, quando estou num restaurante... - esta é irritante, confesso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- a mania de usar sempre preto, em pelo menos uma peça de roupa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finito...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-114043454974143539?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114043454974143539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/114043454974143539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/02/manias.html' title='Manias'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113944772340684664</id><published>2006-02-09T01:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T01:15:23.446Z</updated><title type='text'>words like violence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aproveitando que os Depeche Mode estiveram cá, deixo aqui a razão do porquê do nome que está aí por cima...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/97344772/"&gt;&lt;img height="340" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/97344772_56e58ea0a4.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words are meaningless and forgettable&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are intense, words are trivial&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Words are very unnecessary, they can only do harm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...e ainda se mantém, depois de tudo o que se passou, a minha ideia de que as palavras são inúteis e só te prejudicam... queiras ou não.&lt;br /&gt;Gestos e sentimentos sim! Revelam tudo o que queres saber.&lt;br /&gt;...porque não mentem... porque são reais!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...e nada é por acaso...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113944772340684664?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113944772340684664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113944772340684664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/02/words-like-violence.html' title='words like violence...'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113929598825420599</id><published>2006-02-07T06:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-07T07:06:28.316Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/96653246/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/96653246_c4d4b3abe4.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Victor Zhang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solidão não é falta de gente para conversar, namorar, passear ou fazer sexo...&lt;br /&gt;Isso é &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Carência&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão não é o sentimento que experimentamos pela ausência de entes queridos que não podem mais voltar...&lt;br /&gt;Isso é &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saudade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão não é o retiro voluntário que a gente se impõe, ás vezes, para realinhar os pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;Isso é &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Equilibrio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão não é o vazio de gente ao nosso lado...&lt;br /&gt;Isso é &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Circunstância&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão é muito mais que isto.&lt;br /&gt;Solidão é quando nos perdemos de nós mesmos e procuramos em vão pela nossa alma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113929598825420599?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113929598825420599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113929598825420599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113912114334154200</id><published>2006-02-05T06:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-05T06:32:23.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Bio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/95637545/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/95637545_5d88e25fba.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© NexusDawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Navigare necesse. Vivere non est necesse."&lt;br /&gt;Pompeu, 106-48 aC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver não é necessário. O que é necessário é criar.&lt;br /&gt;Só quero ser grande nesta vida. Ainda que para isso tenha de ser o meu corpo, e a minha alma, a lenha desse fogo. Ainda que para isso tenha de a perder como minha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...e, agora, cada vez mais assim penso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113912114334154200?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113912114334154200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113912114334154200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/02/bio.html' title='Bio'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113887867259200369</id><published>2006-02-02T11:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-02T11:11:12.606Z</updated><title type='text'>sempre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/94470319/"&gt;&lt;img height="450" src="http://static.flickr.com/13/94470319_8c0d1b1f98_o.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© coxi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para ser grande, sê inteiro: nada teu exagera ou exclui.&lt;br /&gt;Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe quanto és no mínimo que fazes.&lt;br /&gt;Assim em cada lago a Lua toda brilha, porque alta vive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Reis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem mais!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113887867259200369?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113887867259200369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113887867259200369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/02/sempre_02.html' title='sempre!'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113874848871822690</id><published>2006-01-31T22:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:01:28.740Z</updated><title type='text'>tudo e... nada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/93778974/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/93778974_e0403e2217.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Terje Sørgjerd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tudo o que tocas&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que vês&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que provas&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que sentes&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que amas&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que odeias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que salvas&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que dás&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que recebes&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que compras&lt;br /&gt;pedes, emprestas ou roubas&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que crias&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que destróis&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que fazes&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que dizes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toda gente que conheces&lt;br /&gt;toda a gente com quem lutas&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que é agora&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que já não é&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que será&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que está em sintonia&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que está distorcido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas... não será apenas um sonho a preto e branco?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113874848871822690?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113874848871822690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113874848871822690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/01/tudo-e-nada.html' title='tudo e... nada.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113842189643900501</id><published>2006-01-28T03:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-28T04:18:16.463Z</updated><title type='text'>... sou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/92012875/"&gt;&lt;img height="348" src="http://static.flickr.com/15/92012875_006cecabd4.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© AcesHigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele há coisas a acabar&lt;br /&gt;Mas há tantas a começar&lt;br /&gt;Ficar atento&lt;br /&gt;Saber usar&lt;br /&gt;Saber dar tempo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo que não há p'ra dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter ideias e sentir&lt;br /&gt;Estar atento ao que vai vir&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não perder a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Se eu souber aguentar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não perder&lt;br /&gt;Serei eu capaz de dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que amar é querer-me a mim&lt;br /&gt;E querer-me a mim dá-me o poder&lt;br /&gt;De inventar, de conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Atravessar o grande rio&lt;br /&gt;Entre o voltar e o partir,&lt;br /&gt;Estranha vontade de amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xutos e Pontapés - Pêndulo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;este tempo&lt;br /&gt;este sítio&lt;br /&gt;este sonho...&lt;br /&gt;esta esperança&lt;br /&gt;esta vontade&lt;br /&gt;esta ilusão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;serei um estranho em terra estranha?&lt;br /&gt;serei capaz de vontade tamanha?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113842189643900501?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113842189643900501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113842189643900501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/01/sou.html' title='... sou!'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113773936849973531</id><published>2006-01-20T06:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-20T06:42:48.563Z</updated><title type='text'>... road trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/88835278/"&gt;&lt;img height="355" src="http://static.flickr.com/13/88835278_ff91d50a36.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© AcesHigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje vou dar uma volta pelo Norte do país...&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?! Porque simplesmente me apetece conhecer sítios que não conheço ainda... e parece que vai ser um dia como o de ontem, portanto é de aproveitar!&lt;br /&gt;Epah, finalmente vou comer uma &lt;em&gt;francesinha&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...e já tou mais que atrasado!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113773936849973531?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113773936849973531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113773936849973531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/01/road-trip.html' title='... road trip.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113748253950920184</id><published>2006-01-17T06:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-17T07:22:19.570Z</updated><title type='text'>... contraste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/87728311/"&gt;&lt;img height="494" src="http://static.flickr.com/41/87728311_368e351abe_o.jpg" width="397" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Wolfgang Plamper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No bairro do amor a vida é um carrossel&lt;br /&gt;Onde há sempre lugar para mais alguém&lt;br /&gt;O bairro do amor foi feito a lápis de côr&lt;br /&gt;Por gente que sofreu por não ter ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bairro do amor o tempo morre devagar&lt;br /&gt;Num cachimbo a rodar de mão em mão&lt;br /&gt;No bairro do amor há quem pergunte a sorrir:&lt;br /&gt;Será que ainda cá estamos no fim do Verão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh pá, deixa-me abrir contigo&lt;br /&gt;Desabafar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Falar-te da minha solidão...&lt;br /&gt;Ah, é bom sorrir um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Descontrair-me um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que tu compreendes bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bairro do amor a vida corre sempre igual&lt;br /&gt;De café em café, de bar em bar&lt;br /&gt;No bairro do amor o Sol parece maior&lt;br /&gt;E há ondas de ternura em cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bairro do amor é uma zona marginal&lt;br /&gt;Onde não há prisões nem hospitais&lt;br /&gt;No bairro do amor cada um tem que tratar&lt;br /&gt;Das suas nódoas negras sentimentais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh pá, deixa-me abrir contigo&lt;br /&gt;Desabafar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Falar-te da minha solidão...&lt;br /&gt;Ah, é bom sorrir um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Descontrair-me um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que tu compreendes bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Palma - Bairro do Amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há muito tempo que não ouvia esta &lt;em&gt;utopia&lt;/em&gt;... foi num bar em que um tipo, mais ou menos da minha idade, foi cantar...&lt;br /&gt;Achei que era preciso coragem pra cantar uma música tão melancólica perante 30 ou 40 pessoas, mas logo percebi que, cantando de uma forma tão cheia de sentimento, tudo se torna tão fácil... e foi ao cantar o &lt;em&gt;Black&lt;/em&gt; dos &lt;em&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;/em&gt; que vi o que faz este "sentir as palavras"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamei utopia a este &lt;em&gt;Bairro do Amor&lt;/em&gt; mas acho que estou errado... seria realmente uma utopia se o &lt;a href="http://www.jorgepalma.web.pt/primeira.htm"&gt;Jorge Palma &lt;/a&gt;dissesse que neste bairro não haveria Mentira, Falsidade nem sequer Medo...&lt;br /&gt;Medo de olhar nos olhos e falar verdade... medo de falhar... medo de perder uma amizade lindíssima por gostarmos demais... medo de arriscar... outra vez... e outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;Isto sim, seria realmente utópico... mas um pouco inocente demais.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que o &lt;em&gt;bairro&lt;/em&gt; em que todos nós vivemos, apesar das enormes falhas, é bem mais interessante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113748253950920184?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113748253950920184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113748253950920184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/01/contraste.html' title='... contraste.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113671657591463985</id><published>2006-01-08T10:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-08T10:36:15.916Z</updated><title type='text'>... vendetta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/83770615/"&gt;&lt;img height="493" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/83770615_2c42680453.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Carl Cook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;through the snow,&lt;br /&gt;suffer the pain,&lt;br /&gt;to see the crow... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113671657591463985?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113671657591463985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113671657591463985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/01/vendetta.html' title='... vendetta!'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113658321917745604</id><published>2006-01-06T21:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:45:40.416Z</updated><title type='text'>What does your soul say?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="500" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1120687259Blackeye.png" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Confused.&lt;/b&gt;. You are Confused. Somewhat empty. Sometimes you don't know what's going on. You cry and yell and laugh and throw things and it's like you're just watching it happen. You are a shell of a human being. Like you feel nothing on the inside. Sometimes tears pour down your cheeks and othertimes you wonder why they don't. You're just confused. Scared even. Your eyes are empty. Black and empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dirty, Black, Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Believer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;In Control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cold as Steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="42" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Trapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="8" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;8%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=46942"&gt;What does your soul say about your eyes?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113658321917745604?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113658321917745604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113658321917745604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-does-your-soul-say.html' title='What does your soul say?...'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113653458190066454</id><published>2006-01-06T07:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-06T08:03:01.916Z</updated><title type='text'>... pense nisto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/82870578/"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://static.flickr.com/41/82870578_53a7515435_o.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Bernd Schmidt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É a nossa luz, não a nossa escuridão o que mais nos assusta. Os actos insignificantes não servem ao mundo. Não há nada de esclarecido no encolher, para que os outros à nossa volta não se sintam inseguros. Todos nascemos pra brilhar... não é só nalgumas pessoas, é em toda a gente! E, enquanto deixamos a nossa luz brilhar, inconscientemente, autorizamos os outros a fazer o mesmo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como estamos libertos do nosso próprio medo, a nossa presença liberta automaticamente os outros.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O nosso maior receio não é que sejamos inadequados... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O nosso maior receio é que sejamos incomensuravelmente poderosos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113653458190066454?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113653458190066454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113653458190066454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/01/pense-nisto.html' title='... pense nisto...'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113626225122603076</id><published>2006-01-03T03:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-03T04:24:11.310Z</updated><title type='text'>... será o peso da alma?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/81318500/"&gt;&lt;img height="304" src="http://static.flickr.com/43/81318500_151e862f9d_o.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom... este fim-de-semana que passou foi das mais emotivas que já tive... Foi a melhor passagem de ano que já tive... Foi ter assistido ao arranque do Lisboa-Dakar... Foi ter tido a coragem (finalmente! lol) pra cantar Karaoke (e disseram que tive bem... e é o que interessa) e... foi ter assistido a um dos melhores filmes que já vi... &lt;a href="http://www.21-grams.com"&gt;21 gramas&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tardiamente, eu sei... mas só agora surgiu a oportunidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É um filme sobre Amor, Morte, Culpa, Vingança, Esperança... mas sobretudo sobre Perdão e Redenção. É sobre questionar a nossa própria Fé. É sobre o quanto somos todos fracos mas ao mesmo tempo fortes... (como alguém que conheci... e que hoje entendo muita coisa do que se passou.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida é simplesmente um seguimento de acontecimentos... perdemos a infância, a inocência, a fé e até os nossos sonhos... e, por fim, a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre pensei muito sobre a morte e o conceito de eternidade e do tal Nunca Mais... por isso gostei demais deste filme por ser real... e, portanto, marcante pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que acontecem que são inevitáveis. Não são previsíveis.&lt;br /&gt;...e eu sei bem como...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A não perder este dvd portanto.&lt;br /&gt;Não devia, mas deixo aqui o fim do filme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quantas vidas viveremos nós?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes morreremos?&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que todos perdemos 21 gramas no exacto momento da morte. Todos nós...&lt;br /&gt;E o que caberá em 21 gramas?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto é perdido?&lt;br /&gt;Quando perdemos os 21 gramas?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto se perde com eles?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto se ganha? Quanto se ganha??&lt;br /&gt;21 gramas...&lt;br /&gt;O peso de 5 moedinhas. O peso de um beija-flor. De um chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto pesam 21 gramas?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... há pessoas que nos mostram muita coisa apesar de tudo... só temos que estar atentos e VER a sério. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113626225122603076?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113626225122603076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113626225122603076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2006/01/ser-o-peso-da-alma.html' title='... será o peso da alma?...'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113593821688381986</id><published>2005-12-30T08:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T10:23:36.956Z</updated><title type='text'>... moral.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/9291509/"&gt;&lt;img height="365" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/79291509_1e2ec67e0a.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vi ontem o documentário que deu na TV sobre o treinador do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chelseafc.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chelsea FC &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- José Mourinho e retirei algumas frases que me chamaram mais à atenção. Não me lembro bem das palavras exactas mas foi qualquer coisa como: "quando me dizem que as coisas têm que ser feitas daquela maneira porque é assim que tem que ser, eu sempre tento procurar uma outra melhor maneira de funcionar porque não há razões nem certezas absolutas em nada... nem na vida nem no desporto."&lt;br /&gt;Há quem diga que é Arrogância... sim, é de facto, mas é arrogante porque tem moral pra isso... porque apresenta resultados... porque vê-se que as coisas que faz são bem feitas... são até quase perfeitas, tanto no plano desportivo como na relação que tem com os jogadores, conseguindo tirar o melhor deles mesmos... e isso, hoje em dia, não é nada fácil... tem que se ser mesmo um &lt;em&gt;The Special One&lt;/em&gt;, como ele se auto-descreveu ao chegar a Inglaterra, pra se conseguir isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houve um dia alguém que me disse pra não procurar a Perfeição porque ela não existe... Talvez não exista mesmo, mas hei-de procurar melhorar em tudo o que faço até estar bem próximo dessa mesma Perfeição... até estar quase perfeito... mesmo sabendo que ainda estou longe e até que provavelmente nunca a atingirei, mas mesmo assim sempre a hei-de procurar... Porquê?? Porque o que fazemos neste mundo é valorizar-nos constantemente como indivíduos e também porque não há certezas absolutas em nada nesta vida... e que nada está certo ou errado neste mundo porque há muitas maneiras de o viver. E que ninguém tem o direito de o pôr em causa.&lt;br /&gt;Pra se ser arrogante tem que se ter moral pra isso. Ninguém tem o dom da sabedoria. Ninguém tem a certeza de nada. Ninguém!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou celebrar este ano que passou que, apesar de tudo, foi muito bom e receber este novo ano, sabendo desde já, que vai ser ainda melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Bom Ano Novo! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113593821688381986?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113593821688381986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113593821688381986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/12/moral.html' title='... moral.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113581260030274574</id><published>2005-12-28T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:30:00.316Z</updated><title type='text'>talvez... talvez</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birth Month is September&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/morning-glory.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerant and inspirational, you are wise beyond your years.&lt;br /&gt;You are universally sympathetic and a great humanitarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul reflects: Devotion, light, and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gemstone: Sapphire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flower: Morning Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your colors: Brown and deep blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Month Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113581260030274574?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113581260030274574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113581260030274574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/12/talvez-talvez.html' title='talvez... talvez'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113563684407376169</id><published>2005-12-26T21:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-26T22:42:17.626Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentir... apenas sentir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vós, crédulos mortais, alucinados&lt;br /&gt;de sonhos, de quimeras, de aparências&lt;br /&gt;colheis por uso erradas consequências&lt;br /&gt;dos acontecimentos desastrados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se à perdição correis precipitados&lt;br /&gt;por cegas, por fogosas, impaciências&lt;br /&gt;indo a cair, gritais que são violências&lt;br /&gt;de inexoráveis céus, de negros fados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um celeste poder tirano e duro&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes extorquisse as liberdades,&lt;br /&gt;que prestava, ó Razão, teu lume puro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não forçam corações as divindades,&lt;br /&gt;fado amigo não há, nem fado escuro:&lt;br /&gt;fados são as paixões, são as vontades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bocage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realidade é a que vemos e sentimos todos os dias e não como nos dizem. Não leio livros que nos tentam controlar o pensamento... - "Toda a gente opina e sabe, pois enfiem o barrete onde ele cabe."&lt;br /&gt;Fantasia é necessária e até chega ser fundamental pra se manter a sanidade mental, mas viver nela é fugir... é perder forças a cada dia que passa... é ter esperanças de algo que não existe e que nunca irá aparecer... é procurar um ideal... é procurar um espelho... é perder tempo e sentir-se uma nulidade cada dia que passa... é escuridão... é abraçar a Solidão sem necessidade... é desperdiçar toda a força que há em nós... todos nós!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... sonhos inúteis não tenho e nunca usarei máscaras, mesmo que seja pra evitar uma dor imensa...&lt;br /&gt;... já cometi erros imperdoáveis. Sei bem porque os fiz mas tenho a humildade para reconhecer onde falhei...&lt;br /&gt;Acima de tudo... de consciência limpa.&lt;br /&gt;Acima de tudo... tranquilo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113563684407376169?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113563684407376169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113563684407376169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/12/sentir-apenas-sentir.html' title='Sentir... apenas sentir.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113505530983535911</id><published>2005-12-20T03:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-20T05:08:29.886Z</updated><title type='text'>R | A | M | P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/75462071/"&gt;&lt;img height="410" src="http://static.flickr.com/43/75462071_e585224565.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I, feel the time, slowly drifting in my veins,&lt;br /&gt;Memories, remains&lt;br /&gt;Confined, I'm alive, somewhere by the autumn leaves,&lt;br /&gt;Falling in between'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one's there to hold my head up high,&lt;br /&gt;No one's there to peace my mind&lt;br /&gt;Alone, lies my soul, I'm so cold, I'm afraid,&lt;br /&gt;To find hollow life, sleepless night, empty days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opaque fading eyes stumble in my face,&lt;br /&gt;Through the crowd I forsake&lt;br /&gt;Demised I'm aside weaked by the lonely haze,&lt;br /&gt;Of no point, no aim'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one's there to hold my head up high,&lt;br /&gt;No one's there to peace my mind&lt;br /&gt;Alone, I'm afraid,&lt;br /&gt;To find hollow life, sleepless nights, empty days&lt;br /&gt;Alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAMP - Alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/75465508/"&gt;&lt;img height="332" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/75465508_468cc5d387.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ultimamente tenho ouvido muito &lt;a href="http://www.ramp.pt"&gt;estes tipos&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;E este &lt;em&gt;Alone&lt;/em&gt; diz muita coisa... muita coisa mesmo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113505530983535911?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113505530983535911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113505530983535911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/12/r-m-p.html' title='R | A | M | P'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113458144580894800</id><published>2005-12-14T16:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:30:45.880Z</updated><title type='text'>... ego.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá arranjei um PC que estava abandonado no sotão de uma amiga e larguei o meu velhinho Pentium II.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apesar de ser um Celeron a 1Ghz, sempre é muito melhor que o antigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que me chateou foi o facto deste Celeron ter a placa gráfica incorporada na &lt;em&gt;motherboard&lt;/em&gt;... Epa que lixado que eu fiquei!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adicionei memória, adicionei outro disco, mudei opções da BIOS, meti a placa da net, mudei &lt;em&gt;drivers&lt;/em&gt; e ficou tudo impecável... quando vejo que tenho que ficar preso a uma Nvidia TNT Alladin de 16Mb até me passei! lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas tem que ser... e o tem que ser tem muita força.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só houve um problema com a ligação à net que durou quase 48h, e que já pensava que afinal tinha perdido qualidades a mexer em &lt;em&gt;hardware&lt;/em&gt;, mas afinal foi da &lt;a href="http://www.tvcabo.pt"&gt;Netcabo&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que interessa é que agora a ligação está bem mais rápida e já posso ver os blogs que dantes não via porque bloqueava.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sou muita bom pahh! Viste o speed em que uma caixa quase sem nada ficou com as modificações que fiz??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Tu outra vez?!... ya ya... vi e também vejo a merda que fazes de vez em quando...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Olha olha... queres ver que não tiveste todas as respostas que querias?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sim... mas podia ter sido de outra maneira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Naaaaa... tinha que ser assim! Queres ver que não tás bem melhor?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Tou...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Tão caga na cena.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não podia deixar de dizer isto... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já que sou o sócio 134 mil e tal do &lt;a href="http://www.slbenfica.pt"&gt;SL Benfica&lt;/a&gt;, tinha que dizer muito obrigado ao pessoal que fez resssuscitar o Inferno da Luz no jogo contra o &lt;a href="http://www.manutd.com"&gt;Man Utd&lt;/a&gt;! Foi incrível assistir aqui em casa com um grupo de amigos e ver o espectáculo que foi aquele jogo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já tive o previlégio de assistir a outros no velhinho estádio mas na Nova Catedral faltava aparecer o que nos faz ser o maior clube português - os adeptos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113458144580894800?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113458144580894800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113458144580894800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/12/ego.html' title='... ego.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113396465108405073</id><published>2005-12-07T13:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-07T14:10:51.110Z</updated><title type='text'>... still fighting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/71169130/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://static.flickr.com/18/71169130_70608dd45c.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Payam Zayeh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O maior presente que a vida me deu... foi lutar por aquilo que é meu!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113396465108405073?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113396465108405073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113396465108405073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/12/still-fighting.html' title='... still fighting!'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113378414254669689</id><published>2005-12-05T11:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:02:22.560Z</updated><title type='text'>... este mundo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/70449344/"&gt;&lt;img height="499" src="http://static.flickr.com/35/70449344_086ee35a2d.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© AcesHigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo que na vida nunca seja ninguém...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que é que tem? Diz-me que mal tem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo que o que faça, não o faça sempre bem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que é que tem? Diz-me que mal tem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo que o meu talento não seja nada do além...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que é que tem? Diz-me que mal tem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não olhes só p´ros outros, olha para ti também&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e só aí é que vais ver de onde o mal vem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem de mim, vem de ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem de todos nós quando a arma é a voz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a foto... sou eu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113378414254669689?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113378414254669689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113378414254669689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/12/este-mundo.html' title='... este mundo.'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113351406048431516</id><published>2005-12-02T08:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:01:00.523Z</updated><title type='text'>... fala!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/69306976/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://static.flickr.com/18/69306976_8e4d9ec6d8.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Xerraire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A voz humana destaca-se de todos os sons. Sobrepõe-se aos ruídos que silenciam tudo o resto. Mesmo quando não grita, mesmo quando não passa de um sussurro...&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo o mais ténue dos sussurros sobrepõe-se ao clamor dos trovões... quando fala a Verdade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What started as a whisper, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;slowly turned in to a scream.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for an answer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where the question is unseen... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo começa com um simples sussurro......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113351406048431516?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113351406048431516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113351406048431516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/12/fala.html' title='... fala!'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113298436931526469</id><published>2005-11-26T05:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-26T05:52:49.343Z</updated><title type='text'>... lost and found</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/67010317/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/67010317_b8c0873053.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the rain again&lt;br /&gt;falling from the stars&lt;br /&gt;drenched in my pain again&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my memory rests&lt;br /&gt;but never forgets what I lost&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;the innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Day - Wake Me Up When September Ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... apenas lembrar os &lt;a href="http://www.greenday.com"&gt;grandes vencedores &lt;/a&gt;dos prémios MTV deste ano... e também recordar este Verão que passou. Quente, intenso e... surreal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para o ano há mais emoções novas. Agora venha a chuva, que muita falta faz, pra ajudar a pensar melhor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113298436931526469?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113298436931526469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113298436931526469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/11/lost-and-found.html' title='... lost and found'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113282535852005118</id><published>2005-11-24T09:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-24T09:42:38.580Z</updated><title type='text'>... o melhor onze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é, ontem aproveitei a boa disposição e resolvi convidar o pessoal amigo pra uma jantarada aqui em casa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meti o brother e a namorada na cozinha a fazer o jantar, enquanto eu e o resto da matilha estávamos entregues à vinhaça. lol... Um abafado caseiro ali da região de Almeirim, portanto do melhor que há!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epah, muita conversa e algum vinho depois, decide-se discutir democráticamente qual o melhor onze desde o mundial de futebol de 1986 no México até hoje...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Após longa e acesa discussão, eis o que foi aceite por 3 jogadores no activo, um treinador de bancada e duas fanáticas da bola:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;guarda-redes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Michel Preud'homme (BEL)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;defesa direito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Cafu (BRA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;central:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ricardo Gomes (BRA) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;central:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Alessandro Nesta (ITA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;defesa esquerdo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Roberto Carlos (BRA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;trinco:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Fernando Redondo (ARG)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;médio centro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Frank Lampard (ENG)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;número 10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Diego A. Maradona (ARG)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;extremo direito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Luis Figo (POR)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;extremo esquerdo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Hristo Stoitchkov (BUL)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ponta de lança:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ronaldo (BRA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;melhor jogador do mundo de sempre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diego Armando Maradona (ARG)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- unãnime e sem discussão possível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há outros nomes que podiam estar, mas ficou decidido que não deram tanto ao futebol moderno como estes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/66427372/"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/66427372_475a7c0b99_o.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem quiser dispõr de sua justiça aqui, está à vontade... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;serão entregues em próxima reunião ordinária agendada já pra Dezembro próximo. lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113282535852005118?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113282535852005118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113282535852005118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/11/o-melhor-onze.html' title='... o melhor onze'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113273894945270588</id><published>2005-11-23T09:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-23T09:42:29.523Z</updated><title type='text'>Há mesmo dias assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/66134146/"&gt;&lt;img height="265" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/66134146_49648f468d.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O despertador a tocar&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia de trabalho, são horas de levantar&lt;br /&gt;Olho para as horas, afinal estou adiantado&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem, assim fico mais um pouco deitado&lt;br /&gt;Acordo a princesa ao meu lado, penso em pecado&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo dos lençois começo o dia cansado&lt;br /&gt;O bem eu tento seguir&lt;br /&gt;Deram chuva pra hoje, mas vejo o sol a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Não apanho trânsito, o carro rola na boa&lt;br /&gt;Nem parece que estou a conduzir em plena Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;Oiço um som dos que eu gosto a passar numa FM&lt;br /&gt;Ponho o rádio mais alto e o bote quase que treme&lt;br /&gt;Quando chego ao job para arrumar é uma ganda canseira&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje não sei como estacionei à primeira&lt;br /&gt;Vou ao café para comer uma bola de berlim&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que há dias assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de ser apenas mais um dia normal&lt;br /&gt;E não ter acontecido nada de especial&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto a boa vibe e nada me corre mal&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que há dias assim...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss AC - Há Dias Assim (ainda bem) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje também não sei o que me deu mas sei que vai ser um bom dia... não sei o que se passa mas farto-me de rir e não consigo parar... ahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...e não, não é da ganza! É mesmo boa disposição.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113273894945270588?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113273894945270588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113273894945270588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/11/h-mesmo-dias-assim.html' title='Há mesmo dias assim'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113254987852743837</id><published>2005-11-21T05:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-21T05:11:18.583Z</updated><title type='text'>... a verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/65379076/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/65379076_c5c538fcc6.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Neil Evans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't anybody see? You've got a war to fight&lt;br /&gt;never found our way, regardless of what they say&lt;br /&gt;How can it feel this wrong?&lt;br /&gt;From this moment, how can it feel this wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm... in the morning light, I feel&lt;br /&gt;no more can I say, frozen to myself&lt;br /&gt;I got nobody on my side and surely that ain't right&lt;br /&gt;and surely that ain't right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't anybody see? You've got a war to fight&lt;br /&gt;never found our way, regardless of what they say&lt;br /&gt;How can it feel this wrong?&lt;br /&gt;From this moment, how can it feel this wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dying Bride - Roads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A razão não encontro mas prentendo encontrá-la&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vozes que me tocam mas nenhuma delas fala...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113254987852743837?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113254987852743837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113254987852743837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/11/verdade.html' title='... a verdade'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113245641506662662</id><published>2005-11-20T03:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-20T03:13:35.116Z</updated><title type='text'>... e assim acontece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom, parece que o &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; anterior fez mexer com certos assuntos e sentimentos que já pensava estar enterrados... talvez então sejam só os meus... talvez... não sei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu e só eu sei porque uso o &lt;em&gt;Nevermore&lt;/em&gt; e isso não quer dizer que esteja a desistir de uma esperança de ser melhor como indivíduo ou desistir de uma possível felicidade ou desistir do quer que seja. Simplesmente acho que primeiro se deve estar tranquilo com nós próprios e só depois procurarmos a tal estabilidade emocional que todos ambicionamos. E a isso nunca disse &lt;em&gt;Nunca Mais&lt;/em&gt; porque não quero esquecer, de maneira nenhuma, os passos que dei e nem a sensação de ser especial para alguém! Que é a melhor sensação do mundo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senti-me com uma tremenda força pra dar tudo a uma certa pessoa... e só a essa pessoa e nenhuma outra! Foi uma esperança em ser alguém mas... não deu e ponto final. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, se deus ou o diabo quiser, haverá uma outra esperança um dia. Mas não tão cedo porque ainda não me libertei completamente desse sentimento bom que tive... e nem de uma imagem que tenho gravado em mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas só sei que nunca mais farei certas coisas que fiz e disse... isso sim é &lt;em&gt;Nunca Mais!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... apesar de tudo, acredito que só somos alguém quando alguém nos ama! Mesmo sabendo que há uma linha demasiado ténue entre o Amor e Ódio e que me deixa por vezes desolado... mas é a realidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto ao &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; anterior, devia ter escrito que não tinha qualquer significado especial... foi apenas um post sem segundas intenções. Porque este &lt;em&gt;The Raven&lt;/em&gt; nem sequer reflecte o que se passa comigo nesta altura. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi um dia há algum tempo atrás, foi... mas &lt;em&gt;Nunca Mais&lt;/em&gt; há-de ser!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi uma falha minha que assumiu proporções gigantescas e que fez com que, posteriormente, perdesse para sempre a pessoa mais fascinante que conheci...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113245641506662662?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113245641506662662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113245641506662662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/11/e-assim-acontece.html' title='... e assim acontece'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113220037151607884</id><published>2005-11-17T04:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-17T04:06:11.576Z</updated><title type='text'>E eu digo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/64084753/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" src="http://static.flickr.com/35/64084753_6875b6ad66.jpg" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Gustave Doré&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numa sombria madrugada, enquanto eu meditava, fraco e cansado, sobre um estranho e curioso volume de folclore esquecido; enquanto descansava, já quase dormindo, de repente ouvi um ruído. O som de alguém levemente batendo, batendo na porta do meu quarto. "Uma visita," disse a mim mesmo, "está batendo na porta do meu quarto - É só isto e nada mais."&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Abri toda a janela. E então, com uma piscadela, lá entrou esvoaçante um nobre Corvo dos santos dias de tempos ancestrais. Não pediu nenhuma licença; por nenhum minuto parou ou ficou; mas com jeito de lorde ou dama, pousou sobre a porta do meu quarto. Sobre um busto de Palas empoleirou-se sobre a porta do meu quarto. Pousou, sentou, e nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois essa ave negra, seduzindo meu triste semblante, acabou por me fazer sorrir, pelo sério e severo decoro da expressão por ela mostrada. "Embora seja raspada e aparada a tua crista," disse eu, "tu, covarde não és nada. Ó velho e macabro Corvo vagando pela orla das trevas! Diz-me qual é teu nobre nome na orla das trevas infernais!". E o Corvo disse: "Nunca mais."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito eu admirei esta ave infausta por ouvir um discurso tão atenta, apesar de sua resposta de pouco sentido, que pouca relevância sustenta. Pois não podemos deixar de concordar, que ser humano algum vivente, fora alguma vez abençoado com a vista de uma ave sobre a porta do seu quarto; ave ou besta sobre um busto esculpido, sobre a porta do seu quarto, tendo um nome como "Nunca mais."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o corvo, sentado sozinho no busto plácido, disse apenas aquela única palavra, como se naquela única palavra sua alma se derramasse. Depois, ele nada mais falou, nem uma pena ele moveu, até que eu pouco mais que murmurei: "Outros amigos têm me deixado. Amanhã ele irá me deixar, como minhas esperanças têm me deixado." Então a ave disse "Nunca mais."&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;"Que essa palavra nos aparte, ave ou inimiga!" eu gritei, levantando - "Volta para a tua tempestade e para a orla das trevas infernais! Não deixa pena alguma como lembrança dessa mentira que tua alma aqui falou! &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Deixa minha solidão inteira! - sai já desse busto sobre minha porta! Tira teu bico do meu coração, e tira tua sombra da minha porta!" E o Corvo disse: "Nunca mais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o Corvo, sem sequer se bulir, se senta imóvel, se senta ainda, sobre o pálido busto de Palas que há sobre a porta do meu quarto. E seus olhos têm toda a dor dos olhos de um demônio que sonha; e a luz da lâmpada que o ilumina, projecta a sua sombra sobre o chão. E minh'alma, daquela sombra que jaz a flutuar no chão, levantar-se-á - nunca mais!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gostei desta tradução em prosa do famoso &lt;em&gt;The Raven&lt;/em&gt; de &lt;em&gt;Edgar A. Poe&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encurtei um pouco porque é muito grande pra se &lt;em&gt;postar&lt;/em&gt; aqui. Coloquei os versos que gosto mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Leave my loneliness unbroken! – quit the bust above my door!&lt;br /&gt;Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"&lt;br /&gt;Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe, 1845&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora já sabem...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ... nevermore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113220037151607884?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113220037151607884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113220037151607884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/11/e-eu-digo.html' title='E eu digo...'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113168396489320779</id><published>2005-11-11T04:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-11T04:39:24.963Z</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow... on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/62049480/"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/62049480_7cad10168d_o.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Thomas Scott&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depressão transparente mas leve,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se o mundo é calor eu encontro-me na neve... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhos nos olhos, num discurso bem suave,&lt;br /&gt;queres abrir a porta mas não encontras a chave,&lt;br /&gt;o medo é imenso, o estado é intenso,&lt;br /&gt;palavras que se juntam, e não fazem nenhum senso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fala a resposta, que encosta a proeza,&lt;br /&gt;a beleza da vida já não é uma certeza,&lt;br /&gt;já não sei se isto é uma atitude bem humana,&lt;br /&gt;mas conversas surgem de semana em semana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é isto que eu vejo, o que é isto que eu sinto,&lt;br /&gt;imagino quadros que não tenho e que não pinto,&lt;br /&gt;o que vou dizer agora só vou dizer uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que digo e escrevo é de profunda lucidez!&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sam The Kid)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gramei a valer estas palavras... muito mesmo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... são sentimentos... são emoções... são medos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113168396489320779?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113168396489320779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113168396489320779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/11/let-it-snow-on-me.html' title='Let it snow... on me'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113160061847953380</id><published>2005-11-10T05:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-10T05:30:18.550Z</updated><title type='text'>... insónias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isto é o que dá ter insónias e ser viciado nisto da blogosfera... descobre-se sempre cenas novas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É só pra referir que adicionei os &lt;em&gt;blogs&lt;/em&gt; do Bruno Nogueira e do Pedro Ribeiro aos meus &lt;em&gt;links&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.corpodormente.blogspot.com/"&gt;Corpo Dormente&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://osdiasuteis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dias Úteis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113160061847953380?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113160061847953380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113160061847953380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/11/insnias.html' title='... insónias'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113141564902246488</id><published>2005-11-08T02:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-08T02:07:29.080Z</updated><title type='text'>... actual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/61085891/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/61085891_d59588b34c.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Oliver Wetter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... neste jogo somos todos réus... não somos o que somos, somos o que fazemos... eternamente julgados pelos bens que temos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113141564902246488?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113141564902246488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113141564902246488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/11/actual.html' title='... actual'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113097535020669198</id><published>2005-11-02T23:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:49:10.276Z</updated><title type='text'>... comfortably numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vai mudar muita coisa aqui em casa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A maior mudança é que o &lt;em&gt;Silence&lt;/em&gt; aqui dentro de casa acabou definitavamente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... e então, quando encontrar alguma utilidade em ligar o computador, ligo-o... por enquanto não vejo nada que me faça sequer ter vontade pra ler os e-mails... por isso é um "goodbye for now".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser que vá escrevendo aqui de vez em quando... ou talvez não.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113097535020669198?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113097535020669198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113097535020669198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/11/comfortably-numb.html' title='... comfortably numb'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113075180428994862</id><published>2005-10-31T09:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-31T09:43:24.780Z</updated><title type='text'>... raios e trovões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/57970594/"&gt;&lt;img height="457" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/57970594_831d05300d.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Thomas Meldgaard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque raio procuro eu evitar tanto fazer certas coisas, se depois acabo por as fazer pior ainda?!&lt;br /&gt;Porque raio tenho eu que ter esperança de ter coisas que sei que nunca terei?!&lt;br /&gt;Porque raio tenho eu que lutar por coisas que não valem a pena?!&lt;br /&gt;Porque raio não fico eu quieto no meu canto?!&lt;br /&gt;Porque raio tenho eu que ser assim quando ninguém o é?!&lt;br /&gt;Porque raio faço eu tantas perguntas?! Já devia tar farto de saber que são perguntas inúteis...&lt;br /&gt;Cada um tem aquilo que merece e mai'nada!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... com mil raios...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113075180428994862?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113075180428994862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113075180428994862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/10/raios-e-troves.html' title='... raios e trovões'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113051040910334587</id><published>2005-10-28T15:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:40:14.090Z</updated><title type='text'>... longe demais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/56881817/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/56881817_ba90440f8b.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pela janela... mal fechada&lt;br /&gt;entra já a luz do dia&lt;br /&gt;Morre a sombra... desejada&lt;br /&gt;numa esperança fugidia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma... noite sem sono&lt;br /&gt;entre saliva e suor&lt;br /&gt;Com um travo... de abandono&lt;br /&gt;e gosto a outro sabor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizes-me até amanhã&lt;br /&gt;que tem de ser que te vais&lt;br /&gt;só que amanhã sabes bem&lt;br /&gt;é sempre longe demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela janela... mal fechada&lt;br /&gt;chega a hora do cansaço&lt;br /&gt;Vai-se o tempo... desfiando&lt;br /&gt;em anéis de fumo baço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acendo mais um cigarro&lt;br /&gt;invento mil ideais&lt;br /&gt;porque amanhã sei-o bem&lt;br /&gt;é sempre longe demais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rádio Macau - Amanhã é Sempre Longe Demais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... é só uma música antiga que gosto muito e... não tem qualquer significado especial...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113051040910334587?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113051040910334587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113051040910334587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/10/longe-demais.html' title='... longe demais'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-113003653765320787</id><published>2005-10-23T04:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-23T03:02:17.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Pra ver e... compreender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/55047405/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/55047405_ae527ca40d.jpg" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos nós temos um lado mau... Todos nós temos e não vale a pena contrariar essa "falha" na nossa personalidade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas... será mesmo uma falha?! Porque será que quando erramos vamos logo culpar o facto de sermos humanos? E quando acertamos somos o quê?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque não aceitar o facto de sermos horríveis uns para os outros? Porque não aceitar o facto de que só nós próprios é que estamos certos de tudo e todos os outros são insignificantes? Porque não aceitar o facto de termos certos instintos animais como, por exemplo, detestar ou até mesmo magoar a sério alguém só porque não gostamos da maneira como fala ou nos contraria ou até como nos ignora? Aceita-se e pronto. É um facto! É uma defesa que cada um de nós temos. Tal como qualquer animal ferido faz - ataca pra se defender!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E porquê pensar que há razões pra tudo nesta vida? Por vezes fazemos ou dizemos coisas terríveis e só mais tarde nos apercebemos do mal que fizemos... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos nós nos arrependemos... e de que vale isso quando o mal está feito e já não volta atrás? De que vale isso? Será que há um deus que nos protege de tudo? Tretas!! Nunca acreditei em deus nem em nada dessas tangas... mas começo, cada vez mais, a acreditar na possibilidade da existência, isso sim, de um Satanás... de um cabrão qualquer que ri às custas do que fazemos uns aos outros! Porque é uma vida onde pouco se acerta e magoam-se as pessoas (mesmo que seja sem querer) e é uma luta constante pra se ser melhor que o colega de trabalho (e se puderes prejudicá-lo pra teu próprio benefício, nem hesitas porque sabes que ele também não hesitaria). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É um mundo cínico, egoísta e falível em todos os aspectos! Tens os sete pecados mortais em tudo o que fazes ou dizes ou pensas... mas só assim consegues sobreviver neste sítio!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida é um jogo, é verdade sim! Mas um jogo com a opção de &lt;em&gt;auto-save&lt;/em&gt; sempre ligada e bloqueada e não um jogo em que se pode fazer &lt;em&gt;load&lt;/em&gt; cada vez que se falha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem que se ter consciência daquilo que se faz em todos os momentos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já fiz algumas coisas de que me arrependo e sei o que poderia ter acontecido, numa ou noutra situação, se tivesse tido um pouco mais de azar... não consigo encontrar explicações pra tal e já nem tento porque não vale a pena... mas tenho consciência suficiente pra não o voltar a fazer! E sei exactamente o que preciso pra não tornar a fazer... apenas estar tranquilo! Nada mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que escrevi acima foi o que me saiu logo depois de ver o filme - &lt;a href="http://www.paramountclassics.com/leland/main.html"&gt;United States of Leland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recomendo pra quem gosta de dramas psicológicos... e pra quem gosta de pensar um bocado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-113003653765320787?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113003653765320787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/113003653765320787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/10/pra-ver-e-compreender.html' title='Pra ver e... compreender'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-112983318435941185</id><published>2005-10-20T19:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-20T18:33:04.436Z</updated><title type='text'>Blogs pra quê?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O blog é um instrumento que dá mais visibilidade às pessoas que o utilizam, aproximando-as de si próprias e dos outros. O seu impacto verifica-se assim, desde logo, nos seus utilizadores, quer sejam autores ou leitores. Esse impacto resulta no melhor conhecimento de si e dos outros, e nos relacionamentos que desta forma se estabelecem. Deste ponto de vista, direi que os blogs são irrelevantes, só as pessoas importam...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://amorizade.blogspot.com/"&gt;amorizade&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por vezes ainda penso que nunca deveria ter dito a ninguém que este &lt;em&gt;Enjoy the Silence&lt;/em&gt; era eu que escrevia... devia ter-me mantido anónimo, que aliás, foi no início o meu principal objectivo, porque podia ter reações um pouco "estranhas"... mas, por outro lado, foi interessante ler alguns elogios e também algumas "descascas" que aqui tenho gravadas pra sempre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em relação aos visitantes que por aqui passam, ou porque gostaram do que viram ou porque vieram enganados (que é, de certeza, o que mais acontece aqui... lol), foram para eles, leitores anónimos, que comecei a escrever e a divagar... pra que vejam, como eu vi, que não são os únicos a olhar o céu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portanto numa só palavra em relação ao texto em cima: Concordo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... os blogs são irrelevantes, apenas e só as pessoas importam!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-112983318435941185?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112983318435941185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112983318435941185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/10/blogs-pra-qu.html' title='Blogs pra quê?...'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-112971465726655133</id><published>2005-10-19T10:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:37:37.273Z</updated><title type='text'>error</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/53983599/"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/53983599_048aa0d7e7.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz o teu &lt;a href="http://atom.smasher.org/error/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-112971465726655133?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112971465726655133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112971465726655133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/10/error.html' title='error'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-112971247202081285</id><published>2005-10-19T10:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:01:12.080Z</updated><title type='text'>365 dias depois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um ano... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz hoje um ano que comecei com esta "folha de divagações"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo começou por ser apenas pra me distrair e tentar descobrir como se trabalhava com o Html... tinha que saber de qualquer maneira como se mudava as cores a esta cena. lol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas logo se transformou num diário. Um diário de experiências. Vividas por mim, por amigos, familiares e também até por desconhecidos, ou seja, tudo o que me rodeia... Um diário que acabou por ser melancólico e também conseguiu ser irritante por vezes (sim também reconheço lol).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um diário que tem coisas que hoje em dia já deixou de fazer sentido pra mim... mas tem outras que ainda faz muita diferença naquilo que vejo e sinto, ou seja, um diário de sentimentos... uns bons e outros nem tanto... tenho algumas postagens que me custaram muitíssimo a escrever e outras que até tenho orgulho naquilo que escrevi e também outras que podia até tirar por estarem tão más mas... não tiro nada! lol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E com isto tudo, encontrei alguns blogs que me puseram a pensar... outros que me deixavam triste... outros que me fartei de rir... outros em que me identificava completamente... outros em que não concordava minimamente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só tenho pena de não ter um computador melhor pra descobrir mais, porque escreve-se muito bem por aí nesta blogosfera... aliás, nem tenho PC pra voltar a ler alguns que visitava regularmente... enfim, este desgraçado tá mesmo despachado! lol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas em vez de juntar dinheiro pra um PC melhor, resolvi comprar um carro novo... e assim vou continuar com esta relíquia... sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas como é o carro dos meus sonhos (apesar de não ter as jantes de 17" que queria), acho que até é uma boa desculpa... não é? lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta "folha de divagações" neste próximo ano será um pouco diferente... pelo menos não tão melancólico e triste, até porque estes 365 dias que passaram, mudou muita coisa em mim e já não há muitas razões pra depressões sem sentido. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desde o dia em que comecei este &lt;em&gt;Enjoy the Silence&lt;/em&gt; até hoje, aconteceu muita coisa... vi que o mundo pode ter uma outra côr... sei bem o que me fez ver isso e ficará pra sempre aqui eternizado... e é esse o meu principal objectivo: deixar aqui algumas marcas de mudança... sim porque todos nós mudamos um pouco cada dia que passa. É só preciso manter uma mente aberta e deixar o cepticismo de lado... não custa nada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-112971247202081285?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112971247202081285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112971247202081285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/10/365-dias-depois.html' title='365 dias depois...'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-112839377619852739</id><published>2005-10-04T03:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-04T02:42:56.260Z</updated><title type='text'>Os três Dukes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/49204350/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/49204350_5467558988.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seann William Scott, Johnny Knoxville &amp;amp; General Lee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acabei agora de ver este &lt;a href="http://dukesofhazzard.warnerbros.com/"&gt;The Dukes of Hazzard&lt;/a&gt;... deu pra rir um bocado e mandar muita pipoca pelo ar... e é sempre bom sinal quando isso acontece! ahahahha&lt;br /&gt;Deu pra entreter... e é o que interessa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/49205071/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/49205071_c2592e5aa4.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cá está o famoso General Lee! Um Dodge Charger de 1969!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/49205453/"&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/49205453_929afdf139_o.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto à Daisy Duke (Jessica Simpson) está... está... nem sei como dizer... não há palavras pra definir esta mulher... só vendo mesmo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-112839377619852739?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112839377619852739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112839377619852739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/10/os-trs-dukes.html' title='Os três Dukes'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-112815118723030530</id><published>2005-10-01T08:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-01T07:19:47.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Qual é o teu?...</title><content type='html'>My japanese name is &lt;b&gt;猿渡 Saruwatari (monkey on a crossing bridge) 駿 Shun (fast person)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/969/"&gt;Take your real japanese name generator! today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/"&gt;Rum and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/"&gt;Name Generator Generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou um macaco... de corrida!&lt;br /&gt;Estes chinocas são marados... Ahahahahah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-112815118723030530?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112815118723030530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112815118723030530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/10/qual-o-teu_112815118723030530.html' title='Qual é o teu?...'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-112805721196123664</id><published>2005-09-30T06:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-30T05:13:31.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Olhos nos olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/47917958/"&gt;&lt;img height="363" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/47917958_16e9f65502_o.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Elaine Gonçalves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu acreditasse no destino&lt;br /&gt;No fado&lt;br /&gt;Num deus maior e superior.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu acreditasse&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida está predestinada&lt;br /&gt;É escrita e manobrada&lt;br /&gt;Por alguém que não por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Ansiaria o momento da morte&lt;br /&gt;Prepará-lo-ia&lt;br /&gt;Preparar-me-ia&lt;br /&gt;Para face ao deus-mor lhe perguntar:&lt;br /&gt;Eh pá, embirraste comigo foi?&lt;br /&gt;Foi bom para ti? Divertiste-te?&lt;br /&gt;E olhos nos olhos de deus dir-lhe-ia:&lt;br /&gt;Que belo sacana tu me saíste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(encandescente) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Retirei este poema do Blog &lt;a href="http://eroticidades.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erotismo na Cidade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente brutal! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-112805721196123664?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112805721196123664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112805721196123664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/09/olhos-nos-olhos.html' title='Olhos nos olhos'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-112772215247039805</id><published>2005-09-26T09:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-26T08:09:12.563Z</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente Outono!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/46724453/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/46724453_777795f7fd.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Guitta Bertaud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já tava farto da merda do Verão!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que venha o vento...&lt;br /&gt;Que venha a chuva...&lt;br /&gt;Que venha o frio...&lt;br /&gt;... que bem preciso! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-112772215247039805?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112772215247039805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112772215247039805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/09/finalmente-outono.html' title='Finalmente Outono!'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-112727323117977513</id><published>2005-09-21T04:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-21T03:27:11.186Z</updated><title type='text'>You got game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/45203887/"&gt;&lt;img height="384" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/45203887_0d515c35ef_o.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns às &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sacramentomonarchs.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sacramento Monarchs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e, principalmente, parabéns à &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tichapenicheiro.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ticha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; pelo título de campeã da &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wnba.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WNBA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got game girl!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-112727323117977513?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112727323117977513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112727323117977513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-got-game.html' title='You got game'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-112713432787300938</id><published>2005-09-19T13:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:52:58.506Z</updated><title type='text'>... my wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/44671519/"&gt;&lt;img height="346" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/44671519_f4116539fb.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© autor desconhecido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as minhas asas não caíram, mas ficaram feridas...&lt;br /&gt;sou livre, mas confesso que fiquei preso na escuridão...&lt;br /&gt;o corpo sentiu... e aprendeu.&lt;br /&gt;a alma morreu... e renasceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o vento sopra, o céu fica cinzento, o sol põe-se...&lt;br /&gt;mas é este mesmo sol que nasce todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;não é preciso dizer adeus, mas sim um até breve...&lt;br /&gt;porque todos nós caminhamos e partilhamos&lt;br /&gt;... esta longa estrada. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... and Raven smiles... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-112713432787300938?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112713432787300938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112713432787300938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-wings.html' title='... my wings'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788598.post-112692520337120776</id><published>2005-09-17T03:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-17T02:46:43.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Paraíso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11965057@N00/43927489/"&gt;&lt;img height="282" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/43927489_bee444397c_o.jpg" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Deixa ficar comigo a madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;para que a luz do sol não me constranja.&lt;br /&gt;Numa taça de sombras estilhaçada,&lt;br /&gt;deita sumo de lua e de laranja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranja uma pianola, um disco, um posto,&lt;br /&gt;onde eu ouça o estertor de uma gaivota...&lt;br /&gt;Crepite, em derredor, o mar de Agosto...&lt;br /&gt;E o outro cheiro, o teu, à minha volta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, podes partir. Só te aconselho&lt;br /&gt;que acendas, para tudo ser perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;à cabeceira a luz do teu joelho,&lt;br /&gt;entre os lençóis o lume do teu peito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes partir. De nada mais preciso&lt;br /&gt;para a minha ilusão do Paraíso..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(David Mourão-Ferreira)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Retirei este poema e foto do &lt;a href="http://mulherde30.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;Confissões de uma mulher de 30&lt;/a&gt;... que é um dos que mais gosto de ler.&lt;br /&gt;Adorei esta despedida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8788598-112692520337120776?l=opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112692520337120776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8788598/posts/default/112692520337120776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opoderdosilencio.blogspot.com/2005/09/paraso.html' title='Paraíso...'/><author><name>AcesHigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834383802279805349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xw2BK5nB_-c/SQBzSJ1-1fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wTLzcMoAoDs/S220/Fotos+Bimmer+012.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
