<?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-5855723486607494496</id><updated>2012-01-05T23:07:56.205+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PrimaNocte</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>665</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-4475710574012819870</id><published>2012-01-05T23:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:07:56.215+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNvBJX-obyI/TwYQ39h_xiI/AAAAAAAACa8/3DaRaOnXpUY/s1600/402219_10151110813320177_632825176_22293382_527204850_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNvBJX-obyI/TwYQ39h_xiI/AAAAAAAACa8/3DaRaOnXpUY/s320/402219_10151110813320177_632825176_22293382_527204850_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694257332452574754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Que me ajudes a ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-4475710574012819870?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/4475710574012819870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=4475710574012819870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4475710574012819870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4475710574012819870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNvBJX-obyI/TwYQ39h_xiI/AAAAAAAACa8/3DaRaOnXpUY/s72-c/402219_10151110813320177_632825176_22293382_527204850_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-2522677863165062924</id><published>2010-09-04T15:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T15:51:39.407+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Isto não é o meu Moçambique.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/TIJO4IPOntI/AAAAAAAACZc/eL8eRlHqAC4/s1600/Maputo+-+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/TIJO4IPOntI/AAAAAAAACZc/eL8eRlHqAC4/s320/Maputo+-+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513055620045905618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-2522677863165062924?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/2522677863165062924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=2522677863165062924' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2522677863165062924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2522677863165062924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2010/09/isto-nao-e-o-meu-mocambique.html' title='Isto não é o meu Moçambique.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/TIJO4IPOntI/AAAAAAAACZc/eL8eRlHqAC4/s72-c/Maputo+-+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-4255594626217778722</id><published>2010-05-17T20:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:34:14.889+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And I wonder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;"Ambos sabemos que tens medo de mim e medo de ser feliz. E ambos sabemos que, à tua maneira, me sabes amar, apesar de todas as desculpas inteligentes, de todos os medos, de todas as dúvidas."&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/5855723486607494496-4255594626217778722?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/4255594626217778722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=4255594626217778722' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4255594626217778722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4255594626217778722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-i-wonder.html' title='And I wonder?'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-4628716665954400760</id><published>2010-02-12T09:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:43:08.930+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais de mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S3UGMFd0_4I/AAAAAAAACZU/TFd2nDQYcxM/s1600-h/Travessia+nos+bons+sinais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437258929815224194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S3UGMFd0_4I/AAAAAAAACZU/TFd2nDQYcxM/s320/Travessia+nos+bons+sinais.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Adoro cumplicidade, adoro de paixão falar sem dizer palavra com quem sou cumplíce, olhar nos olhos e saber tudo, assim sem ser preciso mais nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Adoro, adoro, adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro viagens, ver novos povos, enlear-me em culturas e viver só para as contar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Adoro, adoro, adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro um embirrar saudável, daquele que dá estímulo, que dá luta e nos faz ser melhores. Gosto da luta. E adoro as pazes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Adoro, adoro, adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro sorrisos, e motivos para sorrir. Tardes de brilhos nos olhos e muitos sorrisos á mistura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Adoro, adoro, adoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Adoro beijos roubados. Dos Longos. Dos Curtos. De todos.Olhares daqueles. E dos outros também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Adoro, adoro, adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro palavras. Adoro músicas que não sei cantar. Filmes que poderiam ser eu. E encontros com o destino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Adoro, adoro, adoro.&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/5855723486607494496-4628716665954400760?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/4628716665954400760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=4628716665954400760' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4628716665954400760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4628716665954400760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2010/02/mais-de-mim.html' title='Mais de mim.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S3UGMFd0_4I/AAAAAAAACZU/TFd2nDQYcxM/s72-c/Travessia+nos+bons+sinais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-6628032649599366675</id><published>2010-02-12T09:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:38:56.874+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S3UEmvNiBZI/AAAAAAAACZM/XWEr7Z2fQKs/s1600-h/dancaNHAPELEinhassoro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437257188674504082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S3UEmvNiBZI/AAAAAAAACZM/XWEr7Z2fQKs/s320/dancaNHAPELEinhassoro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward, you’re always in the same place.&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/5855723486607494496-6628032649599366675?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/6628032649599366675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=6628032649599366675' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/6628032649599366675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/6628032649599366675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2010/02/go.html' title='Go...'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S3UEmvNiBZI/AAAAAAAACZM/XWEr7Z2fQKs/s72-c/dancaNHAPELEinhassoro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-2942791162341502476</id><published>2010-02-05T09:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:41:25.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S2vLkpJvjFI/AAAAAAAACZE/0naq5aT14dU/s1600-h/xi5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434661205735083090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S2vLkpJvjFI/AAAAAAAACZE/0naq5aT14dU/s320/xi5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;The difficulties of life are intended to make us better, not bitter.&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/5855723486607494496-2942791162341502476?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/2942791162341502476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=2942791162341502476' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2942791162341502476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2942791162341502476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2010/02/difficulties-of-life-are-intended-to.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S2vLkpJvjFI/AAAAAAAACZE/0naq5aT14dU/s72-c/xi5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-6060435078093435239</id><published>2010-01-31T19:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:36:00.282+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And I wonder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S2W_cGunDbI/AAAAAAAACY8/pt2N6N0VUHw/s1600-h/dsc01842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432959015055723954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S2W_cGunDbI/AAAAAAAACY8/pt2N6N0VUHw/s320/dsc01842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoever you are, there is some younger person who thinks you are perfect. There is some work that will never be done if you don’t do it. There is someone who would miss you if you were gone. There is a place that you alone can fill.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;Jacob M. Braude&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/5855723486607494496-6060435078093435239?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/6060435078093435239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=6060435078093435239' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/6060435078093435239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/6060435078093435239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-i-wonder.html' title='And I wonder?'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S2W_cGunDbI/AAAAAAAACY8/pt2N6N0VUHw/s72-c/dsc01842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-7080032192580186351</id><published>2010-01-31T19:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:34:12.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>That´s what they say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S2W_B7vKrZI/AAAAAAAACY0/dD5C9W0rJK8/s1600-h/vendaananas3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432958565428669842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S2W_B7vKrZI/AAAAAAAACY0/dD5C9W0rJK8/s320/vendaananas3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Love - a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker.&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/5855723486607494496-7080032192580186351?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/7080032192580186351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=7080032192580186351' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7080032192580186351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7080032192580186351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2010/01/thats-what-they-say.html' title='That´s what they say.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S2W_B7vKrZI/AAAAAAAACY0/dD5C9W0rJK8/s72-c/vendaananas3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-855204979071789754</id><published>2010-01-31T19:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:32:08.552+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Diz que esteve de chuva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S2W-kkbgx2I/AAAAAAAACYs/rv46LtrD2KM/s1600-h/Photo-0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432958060956010338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S2W-kkbgx2I/AAAAAAAACYs/rv46LtrD2KM/s320/Photo-0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S2W-fnHNlmI/AAAAAAAACYk/HpfgOINfM8Q/s1600-h/Photo-0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432957975776826978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S2W-fnHNlmI/AAAAAAAACYk/HpfgOINfM8Q/s320/Photo-0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-855204979071789754?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/855204979071789754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=855204979071789754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/855204979071789754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/855204979071789754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2010/01/diz-que-esteve-de-chuva.html' title='Diz que esteve de chuva...'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/S2W-kkbgx2I/AAAAAAAACYs/rv46LtrD2KM/s72-c/Photo-0077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-924854325837373904</id><published>2009-11-19T21:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:31:26.724+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SwWc7oM4H3I/AAAAAAAACYY/fW0qi4uKpJU/s1600/gjn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405899475945791346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SwWc7oM4H3I/AAAAAAAACYY/fW0qi4uKpJU/s320/gjn.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' Tu, foste como um dia de folga entre dois compromissos adiados.e é a lembrança dessa felicidade que me ilumina as palavras.não digo que te amei por ter possuído o teu corpo, mas sim por ter roçado a tua alma.se pudesse estar apenas perto de ti, a ouvir a tua voz,a demorar o meu olhar sobre o teu, ter-te-ia amado na mesma..fiquei preso no que está para lá do visível; enredado entre as folhas da tua verdadeira essência.não sei se ainda és aquela que encontrei. mas, naquela tarde,sozinhos entre as paredes frescas da casa, foste, definitivamente tudo. '&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Segura-te ao meu peito em chamas" Possidónio Cachapa&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/5855723486607494496-924854325837373904?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/924854325837373904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=924854325837373904' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/924854325837373904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/924854325837373904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/11/tu.html' title='Tu.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SwWc7oM4H3I/AAAAAAAACYY/fW0qi4uKpJU/s72-c/gjn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-1788290008250069230</id><published>2009-10-22T07:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:40:26.254+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/St_wRJP0ayI/AAAAAAAACYQ/k2BUm69g8s8/s1600-h/dsc01894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395295055943854882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/St_wRJP0ayI/AAAAAAAACYQ/k2BUm69g8s8/s320/dsc01894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;It’s not about what happened in the past, or what you think might happen in the future. It’s about the ride, for Christ’s sake. There is no point in going through all this crap, if your are not going to enjoy the ride. And you know what… when you least expect it, something great might come along. Something better then you even planned for.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;Along Came Polly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlemiss.tumblr.com/post/219544013/its-not-about-what-happened-in-the-past-or-what"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-1788290008250069230?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/1788290008250069230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=1788290008250069230' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1788290008250069230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1788290008250069230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/10/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/St_wRJP0ayI/AAAAAAAACYQ/k2BUm69g8s8/s72-c/dsc01894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-3965027134853358534</id><published>2009-10-17T17:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:57:21.065+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Action.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StnpWI7YniI/AAAAAAAACYI/9s5iII4VQes/s1600-h/dsc01771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393598595315834402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StnpWI7YniI/AAAAAAAACYI/9s5iII4VQes/s320/dsc01771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;" However many holy words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do you if you do not act upon them? “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Siddhārtha Gautama&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/5855723486607494496-3965027134853358534?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/3965027134853358534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=3965027134853358534' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3965027134853358534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3965027134853358534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/10/action.html' title='Action.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StnpWI7YniI/AAAAAAAACYI/9s5iII4VQes/s72-c/dsc01771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-7243311264080759875</id><published>2009-10-17T08:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:20:57.977+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Don´t analyze and don´t except.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StliQWjD5pI/AAAAAAAACYA/aIfzEuLXHqw/s1600-h/7820_128764687733_664992733_2605009_3123573_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393450061822944914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StliQWjD5pI/AAAAAAAACYA/aIfzEuLXHqw/s320/7820_128764687733_664992733_2605009_3123573_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luvvbuggblog.com/post/102995218/you-may-not-be-her-first-her-last-or-her-only"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt; You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there. "&lt;br /&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;Bob Marley&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/5855723486607494496-7243311264080759875?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/7243311264080759875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=7243311264080759875' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7243311264080759875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7243311264080759875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-analyze-and-dont-except.html' title='Don´t analyze and don´t except.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StliQWjD5pI/AAAAAAAACYA/aIfzEuLXHqw/s72-c/7820_128764687733_664992733_2605009_3123573_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-8929434494454442437</id><published>2009-10-16T14:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:54:35.884+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuperação da Alma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sths_JN8LqI/AAAAAAAACX4/yBc2VIbkguo/s1600-h/gWmuoV8erpj84bjgrNYTtvsQo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393180385838116514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sths_JN8LqI/AAAAAAAACX4/yBc2VIbkguo/s320/gWmuoV8erpj84bjgrNYTtvsQo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Quando a uma árvore são cortados os ramos da copa, vão-lhe nascendo mais perto da raiz novos rebentos. Do mesmo modo, também as almas que ao despontar adoecem e quase fenecem regressam frequentemente à primavera dos sentimentos, à apreensiva infãncia onde tudo começa, como se aí pudessem encontrar novas esperanças e reatar o fio condutor da vida que antes fora quebrado. Os rebentos que brotaram perto das raízes anseiam por uma rápida ascensão, mas tudo não passa de uma ilusão, pois nunca a partir deles se voltará a desenvolver uma verdadeira árvore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Hermann Hesse, in "Hans"&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/5855723486607494496-8929434494454442437?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/8929434494454442437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=8929434494454442437' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8929434494454442437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8929434494454442437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/10/recuperacao-da-alma.html' title='Recuperação da Alma.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sths_JN8LqI/AAAAAAAACX4/yBc2VIbkguo/s72-c/gWmuoV8erpj84bjgrNYTtvsQo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-3501346542249121951</id><published>2009-10-15T16:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:17:12.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And I wonder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StcuYQifvLI/AAAAAAAACXw/bVEbgFGWOdg/s1600-h/dsc01747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392830073090849970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StcuYQifvLI/AAAAAAAACXw/bVEbgFGWOdg/s320/dsc01747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcel Pagnol&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/5855723486607494496-3501346542249121951?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/3501346542249121951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=3501346542249121951' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3501346542249121951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3501346542249121951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-i-wonder.html' title='And I wonder?'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StcuYQifvLI/AAAAAAAACXw/bVEbgFGWOdg/s72-c/dsc01747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-4826207314172580142</id><published>2009-10-15T15:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:48:19.441+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StcoFUmG5tI/AAAAAAAACXo/s6nM9xq8Q10/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392823150692460242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StcoFUmG5tI/AAAAAAAACXo/s6nM9xq8Q10/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;— Jonathan Safran&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/5855723486607494496-4826207314172580142?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/4826207314172580142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=4826207314172580142' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4826207314172580142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4826207314172580142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/10/almost-there.html' title='Almost there.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StcoFUmG5tI/AAAAAAAACXo/s6nM9xq8Q10/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-5670846474920659334</id><published>2009-10-15T15:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:46:33.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StcnlJG-TJI/AAAAAAAACXg/53MbyYB5_4M/s1600-h/dsc01947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392822597853269138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StcnlJG-TJI/AAAAAAAACXg/53MbyYB5_4M/s320/dsc01947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I know you think of me as just a friend, and that crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you’d ever consider. But I have to say it… I can’t stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can’t look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can’t talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are.“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;— Chasing Amy&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/5855723486607494496-5670846474920659334?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/5670846474920659334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=5670846474920659334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/5670846474920659334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/5670846474920659334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-love.html' title='My love.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StcnlJG-TJI/AAAAAAAACXg/53MbyYB5_4M/s72-c/dsc01947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-1349233532987842687</id><published>2009-10-15T15:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:44:58.899+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StcnUjAhl5I/AAAAAAAACXY/OVphRovKWrI/s1600-h/Travessia+nos+bons+sinais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392822312747767698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StcnUjAhl5I/AAAAAAAACXY/OVphRovKWrI/s320/Travessia+nos+bons+sinais.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They give their hearts to each other unconditionally… That’s what true love really is. It’s not this fairy tale life that never knows pain, but it’s two souls facing it together and diminishing it with unconditional love.“&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;— One Tree Hill&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/5855723486607494496-1349233532987842687?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/1349233532987842687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=1349233532987842687' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1349233532987842687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1349233532987842687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/10/unconditional-love.html' title='Unconditional love.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StcnUjAhl5I/AAAAAAAACXY/OVphRovKWrI/s72-c/Travessia+nos+bons+sinais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-2142372259389922745</id><published>2009-10-15T15:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:43:26.094+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StcmwdQ35PI/AAAAAAAACXQ/DnhLFfsw2sM/s1600-h/Tendas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392821692730434802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StcmwdQ35PI/AAAAAAAACXQ/DnhLFfsw2sM/s320/Tendas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Finding someone isn’t about trying to transform yourself into the perfect image of what you think they want. It’s about being exactly who you are and then finding a person who appreciates that.“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Unknown&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/5855723486607494496-2142372259389922745?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/2142372259389922745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=2142372259389922745' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2142372259389922745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2142372259389922745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-true.html' title='So true...'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/StcmwdQ35PI/AAAAAAAACXQ/DnhLFfsw2sM/s72-c/Tendas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-6927814413879309433</id><published>2009-09-20T13:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:16:59.969+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SrYPIvXFLZI/AAAAAAAACXI/gVd5POy805Y/s1600-h/IMG_0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383507047394651538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SrYPIvXFLZI/AAAAAAAACXI/gVd5POy805Y/s320/IMG_0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;"You never know the biggest day of your life is the biggest day. Not until it's happening. You don't recognize the biggest day of your life, not until you're right in the middle of it. The day you commit to something or someone. The day you get your heart broken. The day you meet your soul mate. The day you realize there's not enough time, because you wanna live forever. Those are the biggest days. The perfect days."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&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/5855723486607494496-6927814413879309433?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/6927814413879309433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=6927814413879309433' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/6927814413879309433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/6927814413879309433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SrYPIvXFLZI/AAAAAAAACXI/gVd5POy805Y/s72-c/IMG_0609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-4990089102337653946</id><published>2009-09-16T20:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:54:38.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SrE0TnZGmvI/AAAAAAAACXA/5SOdhkyYgGo/s1600-h/DSC_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382140541280885490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SrE0TnZGmvI/AAAAAAAACXA/5SOdhkyYgGo/s320/DSC_0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;The most important thing in life is your family. There are days you love them, and others you don’t. But, in the end, they’re the people you always come home to. Sometimes it’s the family you’re born into and sometimes it’s the one you make for yourself.&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/5855723486607494496-4990089102337653946?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/4990089102337653946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=4990089102337653946' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4990089102337653946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4990089102337653946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/09/family.html' title='The family.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SrE0TnZGmvI/AAAAAAAACXA/5SOdhkyYgGo/s72-c/DSC_0199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-641411502916910880</id><published>2009-09-13T08:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T08:31:07.809+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love a lot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqyRpM35WvI/AAAAAAAACW4/VFBXR3zNlrc/s1600-h/IMG_1315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380835791817235186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqyRpM35WvI/AAAAAAAACW4/VFBXR3zNlrc/s320/IMG_1315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater…The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that’s the key. It’s like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;— Sarah Dessen&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/5855723486607494496-641411502916910880?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/641411502916910880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=641411502916910880' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/641411502916910880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/641411502916910880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-lot.html' title='Love a lot.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqyRpM35WvI/AAAAAAAACW4/VFBXR3zNlrc/s72-c/IMG_1315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-2586624613115023249</id><published>2009-09-13T08:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T08:29:57.807+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqyRXaRyrsI/AAAAAAAACWw/8NHdCug2btY/s1600-h/gemeos+mamando.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380835486177865410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqyRXaRyrsI/AAAAAAAACWw/8NHdCug2btY/s320/gemeos+mamando.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;You can’t control when you lose your heart. The only thing you can do is trust, trust that the person who has your heart realizes it’s value.“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;— Grey’s Anatomy&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/5855723486607494496-2586624613115023249?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/2586624613115023249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=2586624613115023249' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2586624613115023249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2586624613115023249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/09/heart-things.html' title='Heart things.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqyRXaRyrsI/AAAAAAAACWw/8NHdCug2btY/s72-c/gemeos+mamando.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-3991254584229661826</id><published>2009-09-13T08:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T08:28:17.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqyQ9t6KFoI/AAAAAAAACWo/TpAiN1YMSzc/s1600-h/1[1].+Miudo+em+Charre.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380835044770846338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqyQ9t6KFoI/AAAAAAAACWo/TpAiN1YMSzc/s320/1%5B1%5D.+Miudo+em+Charre.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A maior desgraça de uma nação pobre é que em vez de produzir riqueza, produz ricos. Mas ricos sem riqueza. Na realidade, melhor seria chama-los não de ricos mas de endinheirados.&lt;br /&gt;Rico é quem possui meios de produção. Rico é quem gera dinheiro e dá emprego.&lt;br /&gt;Endinheirado é quem simplesmente tem dinheiro, ou que pensa que tem. Porque, na realidade, o dinheiro é que o tem a ele.&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é esta: são demasiados pobres os nossos "ricos".&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que têm, não detém. Pior: aquilo que exibem como seu, é propriedade de outros.&lt;br /&gt;É produto de roubo e de negociatas.&lt;br /&gt;Não podem, porém, estes nossos endinheirados usufruir em tranquilidade de tudo quanto roubaram. Vivem na obsessão de poderem ser roubados.&lt;br /&gt;Necessitavam de forças policiais à altura. Mas forças policiais à altura acabariam por lança-los a eles próprios na cadeia.&lt;br /&gt;Necessitavam de uma ordem social em que houvesse poucas razões para a criminalidade. Mas se eles enriqueceram foi graças a essa mesma desordem (...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mia Couto&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/5855723486607494496-3991254584229661826?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/3991254584229661826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=3991254584229661826' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3991254584229661826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3991254584229661826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-true.html' title='So true...'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqyQ9t6KFoI/AAAAAAAACWo/TpAiN1YMSzc/s72-c/1%5B1%5D.+Miudo+em+Charre.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-7742058544820639137</id><published>2009-09-08T17:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:00:37.449+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The way it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqZ_kwYTWnI/AAAAAAAACWg/SKhOsMactWg/s1600-h/2[1].+Mulher+em+Charre.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379127074379487858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqZ_kwYTWnI/AAAAAAAACWg/SKhOsMactWg/s320/2%5B1%5D.+Mulher+em+Charre.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Encanto&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É esta a palavra que és para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&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/5855723486607494496-7742058544820639137?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/7742058544820639137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=7742058544820639137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7742058544820639137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7742058544820639137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/09/way-it-is.html' title='The way it is.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqZ_kwYTWnI/AAAAAAAACWg/SKhOsMactWg/s72-c/2%5B1%5D.+Mulher+em+Charre.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-4441491891977844202</id><published>2009-09-07T09:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:27:51.723+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And I wonder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqS17uNwljI/AAAAAAAACWY/jMo5jQwuhHM/s1600-h/deslocada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378623892609865266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqS17uNwljI/AAAAAAAACWY/jMo5jQwuhHM/s320/deslocada.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I don’t pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me. Love is knowing all about someone and still wanting to be with them more than any other person. Love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of. Love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;The O.C.&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/5855723486607494496-4441491891977844202?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/4441491891977844202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=4441491891977844202' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4441491891977844202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4441491891977844202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-i-wonder.html' title='And I wonder?'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqS17uNwljI/AAAAAAAACWY/jMo5jQwuhHM/s72-c/deslocada.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-821413855537532205</id><published>2009-09-07T09:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:25:49.223+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Find you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqS1dU2jlaI/AAAAAAAACWQ/Gmo3ItMiZkk/s1600-h/velha+na+palha00010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378623370405582242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqS1dU2jlaI/AAAAAAAACWQ/Gmo3ItMiZkk/s320/velha+na+palha00010002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;But, if you look closely you might see someone like you. Someone trying to find their way; someone trying to find their place; someone trying to find their self. Sometimes it’s easy to feel like you’re the only one in the world who’s struggling, who’s frustrated, or unsatisfied at barely getting by. But, that feeling is a lie and if you just hold on; just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find the way and make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes, someone to help us hear the music in the world. To remind us that it won’t always be this way. That someone is out there, and that someone will find you.“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;One Tree Hill&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/5855723486607494496-821413855537532205?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/821413855537532205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=821413855537532205' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/821413855537532205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/821413855537532205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/09/find-you.html' title='Find you.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqS1dU2jlaI/AAAAAAAACWQ/Gmo3ItMiZkk/s72-c/velha+na+palha00010002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-7615786062776183232</id><published>2009-09-05T18:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:08:49.611+02:00</updated><title type='text'>That´s all about kissing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqKNCZIkZZI/AAAAAAAACVY/k4Y67IjXTfc/s1600-h/yytr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378015977279874450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqKNCZIkZZI/AAAAAAAACVY/k4Y67IjXTfc/s320/yytr.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Trocaria a memória de todos os beijos que me deste por um único beijo teu. E trocaria até esse beijo pela suspeita de uma saudade tua, de um único beijo que te dei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Miguel Esteves Cardoso&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/5855723486607494496-7615786062776183232?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/7615786062776183232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=7615786062776183232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7615786062776183232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7615786062776183232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/09/thats-all-about-kissing.html' title='That´s all about kissing.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqKNCZIkZZI/AAAAAAAACVY/k4Y67IjXTfc/s72-c/yytr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-7871818877435856489</id><published>2009-09-05T17:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:46:59.212+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventually.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqKH2iepLeI/AAAAAAAACVQ/lV_TAm0kBKY/s1600-h/jfj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378010276071812578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqKH2iepLeI/AAAAAAAACVQ/lV_TAm0kBKY/s320/jfj.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only time will determine when and how you’re going to move on. Sure, it might not be right away like you want it to be but eventually one day you’ll wake up and realize that somewhere along the way that piercing feeling you’ve always felt inside your chest faded and went away while you were too busy living life to notice.&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/5855723486607494496-7871818877435856489?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/7871818877435856489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=7871818877435856489' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7871818877435856489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7871818877435856489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/09/eventually.html' title='Eventually.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SqKH2iepLeI/AAAAAAAACVQ/lV_TAm0kBKY/s72-c/jfj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-4394044955155787287</id><published>2009-09-01T17:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:11:26.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sp05g4htHMI/AAAAAAAACVI/9GevyNdxQIU/s1600-h/o+grupo+de+mama+amanda,+chupanga.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376516767242591426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sp05g4htHMI/AAAAAAAACVI/9GevyNdxQIU/s320/o+grupo+de+mama+amanda,+chupanga.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I’m scared as hell to want you, but here I am, wanting you anyway. And fear means I have something to lose, right? And I don’t want to lose you. So this is it, this is love. Giving you the power to break me, but trusting you not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;— Unknown&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/5855723486607494496-4394044955155787287?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/4394044955155787287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=4394044955155787287' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4394044955155787287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4394044955155787287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/09/anyway.html' title='Anyway.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sp05g4htHMI/AAAAAAAACVI/9GevyNdxQIU/s72-c/o+grupo+de+mama+amanda,+chupanga.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-6063325300618127129</id><published>2009-08-31T07:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T07:12:36.812+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SptbuLeHWbI/AAAAAAAACVA/cGHE94UqeqU/s1600-h/3[1].+Mopeia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375991429108029874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SptbuLeHWbI/AAAAAAAACVA/cGHE94UqeqU/s320/3%5B1%5D.+Mopeia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait for the person who pursues you, the one who will make an ordinary moment seem magical, the kind of person who brings out the best in you and makes you want to be a better person. Wait for the person who will be your best friend, the only person who will drop everything to be with you at any time no matter what the circumstances. Wait for the person who makes you smile like no one else and when they smile you know they need you. Wait for the person who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweat and a t-shirt, but appreciates it when you get dressed up for them. Most of all wait for the person who will put you at the center of their universe, because that’s where you belong.&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/5855723486607494496-6063325300618127129?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/6063325300618127129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=6063325300618127129' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/6063325300618127129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/6063325300618127129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/08/wait.html' title='Wait.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SptbuLeHWbI/AAAAAAAACVA/cGHE94UqeqU/s72-c/3%5B1%5D.+Mopeia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-2640094770318877104</id><published>2009-08-28T19:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:10:55.567+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To ISMMM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SpgPlSB7rgI/AAAAAAAACU4/UrEJwQ1VoWE/s1600-h/045[1].+monapo+tufo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375063288436207106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SpgPlSB7rgI/AAAAAAAACU4/UrEJwQ1VoWE/s320/045%5B1%5D.+monapo+tufo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beginnings are scary. Endings are usually sad, but it’s what’s in the middle that counts. So, when you find yourself at the beginning, just give hope a chance to float up. And it will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hope Floats&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/5855723486607494496-2640094770318877104?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/2640094770318877104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=2640094770318877104' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2640094770318877104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2640094770318877104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-ismmm.html' title='To ISMMM.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SpgPlSB7rgI/AAAAAAAACU4/UrEJwQ1VoWE/s72-c/045%5B1%5D.+monapo+tufo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-2896770784283146663</id><published>2009-08-28T19:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:08:59.375+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SpgPEOn9nXI/AAAAAAAACUw/dpZBC6_ujeA/s1600-h/018[1].+zambezebarco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375062720586292594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SpgPEOn9nXI/AAAAAAAACUw/dpZBC6_ujeA/s320/018%5B1%5D.+zambezebarco.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In life, we do things. Some, we wish we had never done and some we wish we could replay a million times. They make us who we are and, in the end, they shape and detail us. If we were to reserve them, we wouldn’t be the person we are today. So, just live. Make mistakes and have wonderful memories. But, never second guess who you are, where you’ve been and, most importantly, where you’re going.&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/5855723486607494496-2896770784283146663?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/2896770784283146663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=2896770784283146663' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2896770784283146663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2896770784283146663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/08/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SpgPEOn9nXI/AAAAAAAACUw/dpZBC6_ujeA/s72-c/018%5B1%5D.+zambezebarco.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-1472311922384166904</id><published>2009-08-28T19:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:06:44.043+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And I wonder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SpgOegYs8LI/AAAAAAAACUo/zbxLxmQrUBk/s1600-h/DSC03438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375062072519094450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SpgOegYs8LI/AAAAAAAACUo/zbxLxmQrUBk/s320/DSC03438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Love isn’t finding a perfect person. It’s seeing an imperfect person perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sam Keen&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/5855723486607494496-1472311922384166904?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/1472311922384166904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=1472311922384166904' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1472311922384166904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1472311922384166904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-i-wonder.html' title='And I wonder?'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SpgOegYs8LI/AAAAAAAACUo/zbxLxmQrUBk/s72-c/DSC03438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-7519525115317936588</id><published>2009-07-29T17:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:33:18.429+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SnBruNR2AsI/AAAAAAAACUg/kFjkgCiqU6Q/s1600-h/SL731403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363905597780918978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SnBruNR2AsI/AAAAAAAACUg/kFjkgCiqU6Q/s320/SL731403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is only two things in this world to worry about, Are you going to be rich? Or are you going to be poor? if you are going to be rich you won’t have anything to worry about. If you are going to be poor, you only have two things to worry about. Are you going tobe healthy? Or are you going to be sick? If you are going to be healthy, you have nothing to worry about. If you are going to be sick, you only have two things to worry about, Are you going to live? Or are you going to die? If you live you have nothing to worry about. If you die you will have two things to worry about. Are you going to go up? Or are you going to go down? If you go up you have nothing to worry about. If you go down, you will have nothing to worry about, Because all your friends will be there to meet 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/5855723486607494496-7519525115317936588?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/7519525115317936588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=7519525115317936588' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7519525115317936588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7519525115317936588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/07/worries.html' title='Worries.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SnBruNR2AsI/AAAAAAAACUg/kFjkgCiqU6Q/s72-c/SL731403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-5161416313864357387</id><published>2009-07-16T20:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:16:19.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maputo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sl9txNK9ZHI/AAAAAAAACUY/3mUtSug3RXg/s1600-h/Gonhane+crian%C3%A7as+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359122773710824562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sl9txNK9ZHI/AAAAAAAACUY/3mUtSug3RXg/s320/Gonhane%2Bcrian%25C3%25A7as%2B2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;«Não sei para o que vim. Sei porque tive de vir: para escapar ao que me sufocava. Como se não houvesse outro lugar, outra cidade. Como um estilhaço de ferro é atraído por um íman. Agora devo esperar que algo aconteça, sem ter a mínima certeza de que vai acontecer, com a angústia acrescida de que algo aconteça sem que eu dê por isso, de falhar o inesperado. É preciso, creio, distinguir o que se sabe do que não se sabe; e o que não se sabe do que nem sequer se sabe que não se sabe. O que não sei que não sei é o decisivo. Talvez seja por isso que vim até aqui, que tive de regressar a esta cidade no meio de um deserto. O deserto que alastra, não cessa de alastrar, por todo o mundo. Tenho de aprender de novo a esperar. A estar atento. Repito: facilmente me pode escapar aquilo por que vim, se nem um nome lhe sei dar.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Quase Gosto da Vida que Tenho - Pedro Paixão&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/5855723486607494496-5161416313864357387?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/5161416313864357387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=5161416313864357387' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/5161416313864357387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/5161416313864357387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/07/maputo.html' title='Maputo.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sl9txNK9ZHI/AAAAAAAACUY/3mUtSug3RXg/s72-c/Gonhane%2Bcrian%25C3%25A7as%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-7899845858834071610</id><published>2009-07-14T20:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:09:20.001+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amantes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlzJvoqknkI/AAAAAAAACUQ/28mc1hYtFGQ/s1600-h/PICT0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358379476871061058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlzJvoqknkI/AAAAAAAACUQ/28mc1hYtFGQ/s320/PICT0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlzIeh_uK1I/AAAAAAAACUI/kJ6Rv8RB7IY/s1600-h/CrianÃ§as+B+Aeroporto+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;"Foi um processo longo e difícil, como sempre o são as aproximações entre duas pessoas habituadas a estarem sozinhas. Primeiro parece fácil, é o coração que arrasta a cabeça, a vontade de ser feliz que cala as dúvidas e os medos. Mas depois é a cabeça que trava o coração, as pequenas coisas que parecem derrotar as grandes, um sufoco inexplicável que parece instalar-se onde dantes estava a intimidade. É preciso saber passar tudo isso e conseguir chegar mais além, onde a cumplicidade - de tudo, o mais díficil de atingir - os torna verdadeiramente amantes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Miguel Sousa Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-7899845858834071610?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/7899845858834071610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=7899845858834071610' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7899845858834071610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7899845858834071610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/07/amantes.html' title='Amantes.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlzJvoqknkI/AAAAAAAACUQ/28mc1hYtFGQ/s72-c/PICT0103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-2470307970875936693</id><published>2009-07-14T19:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:26:05.566+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Acreditar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sly_obGXTgI/AAAAAAAACUA/2jpBRJ3EMFc/s1600-h/HPIM2425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358368357854170626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sly_obGXTgI/AAAAAAAACUA/2jpBRJ3EMFc/s320/HPIM2425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...) Sabes, quem não acredita em Deus, acredita nestas coisas, que tem como evidentes. Acredita na eternidade das pedras e não na dos sentimentos; acredita na integridade da água, do vento, das estrelas. Eu acredito na continuidade das coisas que amamos, acredito que para sempre ouviremos o som da água no rio onde tantas vezes mergulhámos a cara, para sempre passaremos pela sombra da árvore onde tantas vezes parámos, para sempre seremos a brisa que entra e passeia pela casa, para sempre deslizaremos através do silêncio das noites quietas em que tantas vezes olhámos o céu e interrogámos o seu sentido. Nisto eu acredito: na veemência destas coisas sem princípio nem fim, na verdade dos sentimentos nunca traídos."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miguel Sousa Tavares, in 'Não Te Deixarei Morrer, David Crockett '&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/5855723486607494496-2470307970875936693?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/2470307970875936693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=2470307970875936693' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2470307970875936693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2470307970875936693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/07/acreditar.html' title='Acreditar.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sly_obGXTgI/AAAAAAAACUA/2jpBRJ3EMFc/s72-c/HPIM2425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-2118192183767817419</id><published>2009-07-08T17:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:27:09.645+02:00</updated><title type='text'>20000!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlS6pH_ilvI/AAAAAAAACT4/Esus_scz5bk/s1600-h/meter.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356111072533321458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlS6pH_ilvI/AAAAAAAACT4/Esus_scz5bk/s320/meter.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigado!&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/5855723486607494496-2118192183767817419?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/2118192183767817419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=2118192183767817419' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2118192183767817419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2118192183767817419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/07/20000.html' title='20000!'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlS6pH_ilvI/AAAAAAAACT4/Esus_scz5bk/s72-c/meter.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-270825060747700580</id><published>2009-07-07T11:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:57:01.051+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais do que pude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlMboMCiIYI/AAAAAAAACTw/2SpGsyuIJtU/s1600-h/ret4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355654759114219906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlMboMCiIYI/AAAAAAAACTw/2SpGsyuIJtU/s320/ret4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" E de te amar assim, muito e amiúde; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É que um dia simplesmente; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hei de morrer de amar mais que pude. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-270825060747700580?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/270825060747700580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=270825060747700580' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/270825060747700580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/270825060747700580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-de-te-amar-assim-muito-e-amiude-e-que.html' title='Mais do que pude.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlMboMCiIYI/AAAAAAAACTw/2SpGsyuIJtU/s72-c/ret4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-3649644021619384691</id><published>2009-07-06T13:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:29:52.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>( Let`s ) Do it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlHgJJJYZQI/AAAAAAAACTg/hhJatzsPBdo/s1600-h/IMG_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355307879598941442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlHgJJJYZQI/AAAAAAAACTg/hhJatzsPBdo/s320/IMG_0594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Life is for breaking. Pack nothing. Leave without a note. Follow your internal compass. Wear what you slept in, sleep in what you are wearing. Use SPF. Listen to the ocean, but don´t take its advice word for word. Insist on karaoke. Display skin. Attract a following. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Steal a heart.&lt;/span&gt; Loose track of time. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Live your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&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/5855723486607494496-3649644021619384691?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/3649644021619384691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=3649644021619384691' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3649644021619384691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3649644021619384691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-do-it.html' title='( Let`s ) Do it.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlHgJJJYZQI/AAAAAAAACTg/hhJatzsPBdo/s72-c/IMG_0594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-2192077966138737285</id><published>2009-07-06T13:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:19:28.489+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlHdub4HqMI/AAAAAAAACTY/ZausygzuYBg/s1600-h/Crian%C3%A7as+B+Aeroporto+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355305221747091650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlHdub4HqMI/AAAAAAAACTY/ZausygzuYBg/s320/Crian%25C3%25A7as%2BB%2BAeroporto%2B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Greys Anatomy&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/5855723486607494496-2192077966138737285?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/2192077966138737285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=2192077966138737285' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2192077966138737285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2192077966138737285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/07/fantasy.html' title='Fantasy.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlHdub4HqMI/AAAAAAAACTY/ZausygzuYBg/s72-c/Crian%25C3%25A7as%2BB%2BAeroporto%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-3437247432721901738</id><published>2009-07-06T13:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:17:22.099+02:00</updated><title type='text'>É sempre assim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlHdPqji8RI/AAAAAAAACTQ/vWjz9twgsQo/s1600-h/mzn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355304693111386386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlHdPqji8RI/AAAAAAAACTQ/vWjz9twgsQo/s320/mzn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;É sempre assim. Nos meus regressos a África nunca sei como me sinto. Não sei se é do calor. Se da magia. Da pobreza. Ou da vida em si. Da minha e da africana. É sempre assim. As saudades apertam logo. Mas resito, o trabalho dá-me descanso para a cabeça. E cansaço para o corpo. Recordações dos sorrisos lisboetas. Contrapostas com os sorrisos africanos. É sempre assim. Nem sei se vivo se sobrevivo. Mas as vezes gosto da minha vida aqui. Da agitação. Do ter de trabalhar a mil. Mas nunca esqueço que adoro a minha em Portugal. De ser bicho do mato. E só me arrepender disso quando aqui estou. De mil desculpas inventar para não ir a cafés ou jantares. Agora ia a todos. É sempre assim. Nunca agarro o hoje como se não houvesse amanhã. Depois penso sempre tudo e vai mudar. E nunca muda. Não mudam as saudades. Nem os beijos. E sobretudo não mudam os momentos. Que eu sempro gravo no peito. E que adoro. É sempre assim. A minha vida africana.&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/5855723486607494496-3437247432721901738?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/3437247432721901738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=3437247432721901738' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3437247432721901738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3437247432721901738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-sempre-assim.html' title='É sempre assim.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SlHdPqji8RI/AAAAAAAACTQ/vWjz9twgsQo/s72-c/mzn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-8821529741694319314</id><published>2009-06-23T16:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:21:19.871+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And i wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SkDnt0DbYAI/AAAAAAAACTI/rSL3LEyNCnE/s1600-h/gerert.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350531131569299458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SkDnt0DbYAI/AAAAAAAACTI/rSL3LEyNCnE/s320/gerert.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor está sempre depois do sexo. Todo o antes é duvidoso. Os suores e a respiração ofegante que antecipa o acto são por vezes confundidos com o acto de amar. É um "amo-te... mas quero-te nú", "amo-te... mas quero percorrer todo o teu corpo com as mãos". É um amo-te permissivo. Enquanto o pronunciamos é tesão o que saí pela boca, não amor. Os beijos deixam de ser carinhos e passam a ser desejos. E é-nos dada a possibilidade de possuir qualquer parte do corpo alheio com uma única palavra. É feito sexo com a desculpa do amor. No fim, depois dos corpos exaustos, se houver espaço para um último toque, para um último beijo, se houver vontade para um olhar é o amor a falar: "Amo-te".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maravilha tirada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hiperbolica.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daqui...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5855723486607494496-8821529741694319314?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/8821529741694319314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=8821529741694319314' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8821529741694319314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8821529741694319314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-i-wonder_23.html' title='And i wonder.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SkDnt0DbYAI/AAAAAAAACTI/rSL3LEyNCnE/s72-c/gerert.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-2075727235093017551</id><published>2009-06-18T16:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:23:50.901+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SjpN7oDapZI/AAAAAAAACTA/2bObUECA5as/s1600-h/wrgv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348673194215253394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SjpN7oDapZI/AAAAAAAACTA/2bObUECA5as/s320/wrgv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;We spend our whole lives worrying about the future, planning for the future, trying to predict the future, as if figuring it out will cushion the blow. But the future is always changing. The future is the home of our deepest fears and wildest hopes. But one thing is certain when it finally reveals itself. The future is never the way we imagined it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Grey´s Anatomy.&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/5855723486607494496-2075727235093017551?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/2075727235093017551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=2075727235093017551' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2075727235093017551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2075727235093017551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/06/future.html' title='The future.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SjpN7oDapZI/AAAAAAAACTA/2bObUECA5as/s72-c/wrgv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-8156525818358700273</id><published>2009-06-18T16:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:22:39.397+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Scar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SjpNpvRp7qI/AAAAAAAACS4/GhDXF-Jf9Zo/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348672886916378274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SjpNpvRp7qI/AAAAAAAACS4/GhDXF-Jf9Zo/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Doesn't matter how tough we are, trauma always leaves a scar. It follows us home, it changes our lives, trauma messes everybody up, but maybe that's the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap. Maybe going through all of that is what keeps us moving forward. It's what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little messed up, before we can step up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Grey´s Antomy&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/5855723486607494496-8156525818358700273?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/8156525818358700273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=8156525818358700273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8156525818358700273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8156525818358700273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/06/scar.html' title='Scar.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SjpNpvRp7qI/AAAAAAAACS4/GhDXF-Jf9Zo/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-1034242525807765420</id><published>2009-06-17T13:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:23:51.948+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And i wonder. ( or not )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SjjSGZQ_nfI/AAAAAAAACSw/ZPMCfcI4L7M/s1600-h/nvbv.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348255564805676530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SjjSGZQ_nfI/AAAAAAAACSw/ZPMCfcI4L7M/s320/nvbv.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Só quando os homens chegam a uma certa idade é que podem dizer com certeza que as mulheres são melhores do que eles em tudo - mesmo na bola, a carregar pianos, a lutar com jacarés ou nas outras coisas em que ganhávamos quando éramos mais novos e brutos e fortes.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se é adolescente, desconfia-se que elas são melhores.&lt;br /&gt;Nos vintes, fica-se com a certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Nos trintas, aprende-se a disfarçar.&lt;br /&gt;Nos quarentas, ganha-se juízo e desiste-se.&lt;br /&gt;Nos cinquentas, começa-se a dar graças a Deus que seja assim.&lt;br /&gt;Os homens que discordam são os que não foram capazes de aprender com as mulheres (por exemplo, a serem homenzinhos), por medo ou vaidade ou estupidez.&lt;br /&gt;Geralmente as três coisas. Desde pequenino, habituei-me que havia sempre pelo menos uma mulher melhor do que eu. Começou logo com a minha linda e maravilhosa mãe, cuja superioridade - que condescendia, por amor, em esconder de vez em quando - tem vindo a revelar-se cada vez mais. As mulheres são melhores e estão fartas de sabê-lo. (...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;É até um tira-tesões.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;E é bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Miguel Esteves Cardoso.&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/5855723486607494496-1034242525807765420?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/1034242525807765420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=1034242525807765420' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1034242525807765420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1034242525807765420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-i-wonder-or-not.html' title='And i wonder. ( or not )'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SjjSGZQ_nfI/AAAAAAAACSw/ZPMCfcI4L7M/s72-c/nvbv.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-8340235959474513821</id><published>2009-06-15T19:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:07:33.767+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia destes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia destes ponho fim às tuas chalaças, aos teus gracejos que têm dias melhores e outros piores. Um dia destes ponho fim à picardia que adoras. Um dia destes até ponho fim às tuas piadas que me fazem rir. Um dia destes ponho fim ao teu olhar discreto (...), aos teus olhos que poisam nas minhas mãos, à mão tímida que não sabe para onde caminhar quando me cumprimentas. Um dia destes faço-te engolir um trago de ansiedade e deixo-te um nó na garganta. Um dia destes levo-te ao desespero, ao desespero bom. Um dia destes vou dar-te tesão. Um dia destes vou ser bruto, (...) e pôr fim às tuas gracinhas com um beijo. Quero ver se o que vai brotar da tua boca são palavras.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Texto de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amacadeeva.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Poisoned Apple da Maravilhosa Maçã...&lt;/span&gt;&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/5855723486607494496-8340235959474513821?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/8340235959474513821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=8340235959474513821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8340235959474513821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8340235959474513821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-dia-destes.html' title='Um dia destes.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-4275513007909849498</id><published>2009-06-15T19:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:59:58.613+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sinto sempre, sempre, o quanto gosto de ti, quando sem querer me obrigas naturalmente a dar o melhor de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;E adoro. Apenas isso. Adoro.&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/5855723486607494496-4275513007909849498?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/4275513007909849498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=4275513007909849498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4275513007909849498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4275513007909849498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/06/adoro.html' title='Adoro.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-7833661904025251962</id><published>2009-06-15T19:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:03:09.544+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And i wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SjZ-sm3zi0I/AAAAAAAACSo/XKl3uZfJ6iE/s1600-h/PB170516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347600912362998594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SjZ-sm3zi0I/AAAAAAAACSo/XKl3uZfJ6iE/s320/PB170516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;..."As pessoas deviam ter mais de uma vida ou, pelo menos, uma que pudesse também andar para trás de vez em quando. Para corrigir o que saiu mal à primeira, aprender a saborear as poucas horas boas -tal como uma canção que quanto mais se ouve mais se gosta- e, sobretudo, para poder ir primeiro por um lado e depois por outro e depois, sim, seguir pelo caminho encontrado."...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;In "viver todos os dias cansa" - Pedro Paixão&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/5855723486607494496-7833661904025251962?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/7833661904025251962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=7833661904025251962' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7833661904025251962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7833661904025251962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-i-wonder.html' title='And i wonder.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SjZ-sm3zi0I/AAAAAAAACSo/XKl3uZfJ6iE/s72-c/PB170516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-3889811211954948781</id><published>2009-06-08T19:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:10:10.235+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaws of love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Si1FxatFJrI/AAAAAAAACSg/p-PIbsNEy04/s1600-h/soBwCdeuhoews5ecWC3gx7IIo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345005048042956466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Si1FxatFJrI/AAAAAAAACSg/p-PIbsNEy04/s320/soBwCdeuhoews5ecWC3gx7IIo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;When it comes to love, you need not fall but rather surrender, surrender to the idea that you must love yourself before you can love another. You must absolutely trust yourself before you can absolutely trust another and most importantly you must accept your flaws before you can accept the flaws of another.&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/5855723486607494496-3889811211954948781?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/3889811211954948781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=3889811211954948781' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3889811211954948781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3889811211954948781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/06/flaws-of-love.html' title='Flaws of love.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Si1FxatFJrI/AAAAAAAACSg/p-PIbsNEy04/s72-c/soBwCdeuhoews5ecWC3gx7IIo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-7080307516009337407</id><published>2009-06-06T12:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:03:36.775+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Eu quando &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt; mimo. eu quando &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt; faço sonhar. eu quando &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt; suspiro e faço suspirar. eu quando &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt; não corro atrás, mas fico presente. eu quando &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt; não fico em silêncio, canto melodias. eu quando &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt; não desisto, luto. eu quando &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt; quero tudo e quero hoje e quero para sempre. eu quando &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt; não tomo nada, mas nada mesmo, como garantido. porque nada é garantido nesta vida. eu quando &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt; escalo montanhas, pinto céus e planto flores. eu quando &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt; visto-me de mar, bronzeio-me de côco e brilho com as estrelas. eu quando &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt; peço desejos à lua e ofereço flores ao mar. eu quando &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt; fechos os olhos e peço ao Universo que me deixe amar assim para sempre. eu quando &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt; quero ser o Sol.&lt;br /&gt;mas isto sou só eu. quando &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt;. e eu &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt;. muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;By &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asnovenomeublogue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Glitering&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://misteriosaatraccao.blogspot.com/"&gt;Misteriosa Atr&lt;/a&gt;acção&lt;/span&gt; &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/5855723486607494496-7080307516009337407?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/7080307516009337407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=7080307516009337407' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7080307516009337407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7080307516009337407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/06/amo.html' title='Amo.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-4455644857880225072</id><published>2009-06-06T11:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:11:36.773+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ishh Yowee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SioyMO8JPdI/AAAAAAAACSY/_etkeJr8uoQ/s1600-h/erewr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344139093578694098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SioyMO8JPdI/AAAAAAAACSY/_etkeJr8uoQ/s320/erewr.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SioyIk2wRjI/AAAAAAAACSQ/J1EOEbK3J8k/s1600-h/erewr+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344139030742189618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SioyIk2wRjI/AAAAAAAACSQ/J1EOEbK3J8k/s320/erewr+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-4455644857880225072?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/4455644857880225072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=4455644857880225072' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4455644857880225072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4455644857880225072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/06/ishh-yowee.html' title='Ishh Yowee'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SioyMO8JPdI/AAAAAAAACSY/_etkeJr8uoQ/s72-c/erewr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-8963193021584455727</id><published>2009-06-06T10:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:08:09.698+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Siox8VFrQII/AAAAAAAACSI/rSKyBerxmSI/s1600-h/kkhp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344138820351377538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Siox8VFrQII/AAAAAAAACSI/rSKyBerxmSI/s320/kkhp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Put your shoulders back, walk proud, strut a little. Don't lick your wounds: celebrate them. The scars you bear are the signs of a competitor. You're in a lion fight. Just because you didn't win doesn't mean you don't know how to roar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;[Grey's Anatomy]&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/5855723486607494496-8963193021584455727?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/8963193021584455727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=8963193021584455727' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8963193021584455727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8963193021584455727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/06/wounds.html' title='Wounds.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Siox8VFrQII/AAAAAAAACSI/rSKyBerxmSI/s72-c/kkhp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-8252177946867840060</id><published>2009-06-06T10:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:55:00.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SiouzY3P5EI/AAAAAAAACR8/jT4kHkSTEWQ/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344135368210900034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SiouzY3P5EI/AAAAAAAACR8/jT4kHkSTEWQ/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in heaven. I also believe in hell. I've never seen either but I believe they exist. They have to exist. Because without a heaven, without a hell, we're all just headed for limbo.&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/5855723486607494496-8252177946867840060?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/8252177946867840060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=8252177946867840060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8252177946867840060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8252177946867840060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-believe.html' title='I believe.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SiouzY3P5EI/AAAAAAAACR8/jT4kHkSTEWQ/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-5269826203850059956</id><published>2009-06-04T22:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:18:38.434+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seightseeing XXVII</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SigsFFFTfVI/AAAAAAAACR0/xGU9cW7yp9Q/s1600-h/sfsfe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343569423650487634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SigsFFFTfVI/AAAAAAAACR0/xGU9cW7yp9Q/s320/sfsfe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SigsBN8RkVI/AAAAAAAACRs/VuW8sF-E4nI/s1600-h/rerwer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343569357309055314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SigsBN8RkVI/AAAAAAAACRs/VuW8sF-E4nI/s320/rerwer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sigr9IAqsqI/AAAAAAAACRk/u3cbg-BYAEM/s1600-h/dwwq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343569286997389986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sigr9IAqsqI/AAAAAAAACRk/u3cbg-BYAEM/s320/dwwq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-5269826203850059956?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/5269826203850059956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=5269826203850059956' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/5269826203850059956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/5269826203850059956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/06/seightseeing-xxvii.html' title='Seightseeing XXVII'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SigsFFFTfVI/AAAAAAAACR0/xGU9cW7yp9Q/s72-c/sfsfe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-9100371611754235658</id><published>2009-06-04T22:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:16:02.112+02:00</updated><title type='text'>( My ) Karma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Karma. One way or another it will leave us to face ourselves. We can look our karma in the eye or we can wait for it to sneak up from behind. But karma will always find us. The truth is, as surgeons, we have more chances than most to set the balance in our favor. Yet no matter how hard we try we can't escape our karma. It follows us home. I guess we can't really complain about our karma. It's not an affair. It's not unexpected. It just... evens the score. And even when we're about to do something that we know will tempt karma to bite us in the ass... well, it goes without saying. We do it anyway."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey´s Anatomy.&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/5855723486607494496-9100371611754235658?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/9100371611754235658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=9100371611754235658' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/9100371611754235658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/9100371611754235658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-karma.html' title='( My ) Karma.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-6074368275949764242</id><published>2009-06-04T22:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:15:15.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>As raparigas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"As raparigas (...) têm belezas perigosas, olhos verdes-impossíveis, daqueles em que os versos, desde o dia em que nascem, se põem a escrever-se sozinhos. Têm o ar de quem pertence a si própria. Andam de mãos nas ancas. Olham de frente. Pensam em tudo e dizem tudo o que pensam. Confiam, mas não dão confiança. Olho para as raparigas do meu país e acho-as bonitas e honradas, graciosas sem estarem para brincadeiras, bonitas sem serem belas, erguidas pelo nariz, seguras pelo queixo, aprumadas, mas sem vaidade. Acho-as verdadeiras. Acredito nelas. Gosto da vergonha delas, da maneira como coram quando se lhes fala e da maneira como podem puxar de um estalo ou de uma panela, quando se lhes falta ao respeito. Gosto das pequeninas, com o cabelo puxado atrás das orelhas, e das velhas, de carrapito perfeito, que têm os olhos endurecidos de quem passou a vida a cuidar dos outros. Gosto dos brincos, dos sapatos, das saias. Gosto das burguesas, vestidas à maneira, de braço enlaçado nos homens. Fazem-me todas medo, na maneira calada como conduzem as cerimónias e os maridos, mas gosto delas. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miguel Esteves Cardoso&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/5855723486607494496-6074368275949764242?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/6074368275949764242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=6074368275949764242' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/6074368275949764242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/6074368275949764242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-raparigas.html' title='As raparigas...'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-3074993138899311155</id><published>2009-06-04T22:09:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:11:55.975+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seightseeing XXVI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SigqgomOwxI/AAAAAAAACRc/zT4uCIaCIx0/s1600-h/hthtr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343567698017043218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SigqgomOwxI/AAAAAAAACRc/zT4uCIaCIx0/s320/hthtr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SigqcUWZUvI/AAAAAAAACRU/5nwYyIeERmk/s1600-h/rggreg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343567623862440690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SigqcUWZUvI/AAAAAAAACRU/5nwYyIeERmk/s320/rggreg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SigqYCuwo9I/AAAAAAAACRM/HdL_LBdG_CM/s1600-h/mangas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343567550413317074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SigqYCuwo9I/AAAAAAAACRM/HdL_LBdG_CM/s320/mangas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-3074993138899311155?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/3074993138899311155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=3074993138899311155' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3074993138899311155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3074993138899311155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/06/seightseeing-xxvi.html' title='Seightseeing XXVI'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SigqgomOwxI/AAAAAAAACRc/zT4uCIaCIx0/s72-c/hthtr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-3129031083994207143</id><published>2009-06-04T22:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:09:31.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Das saudades!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Seria incapaz de viver sem os meus amigos. Sem a consciência de que existem e são como são. Em tempos mais adversos dou comigo a enunciar mentalmente os seus nomes para me assegurar de que estão presentes e muito próximos. Gosto de estar com eles, divertem-me e divertimo-nos juntos mas, acima de tudo, dão sentido à minha vida. Desdobram, alisam e ampliam a minha existência. São aqueles que falam verdade, que não se protegem nem escudam, perguntam aquilo que temos necessidade que saibam e respondem aquilo que precisamos de ouvir. Põem o dedo nas feridas mas não fazem doer. Curam. São tão amigos e é tão verdadeiro o seu amor que, mesmo distantes ou ausentes, estão sempre connosco. Só é possível partilhar o silêncio com um amigo verdadeiro. Com os outros é impossível. Tudo se torna pesado e aquilo que não conseguimos dizer transforma-se em equívoco. Com os amigos não, o silêncio é bom e traz muita paz. Não tropeçamos nas palavras, não nos embaraçam os gestos e o olhar nunca se perde. Vai direito ao essencial. Para além do silêncio, das palavras e dos gestos há outras maneiras de saber quem são os amigos verdadeiros. Conhecem-se pela intimidade mas, também, pela liberdade. Por seguirem o seu caminho e nos deixarem seguir o nosso. Estão por nós mas não vivem a vida em vez de nós. Seguram-nos mas não nos prendem. Sabem que precisam de estar livres e dão-nos essa liberdade também. Sei, porque sinto, que a amizade é como o amor. Parece diferente mas é quase igual. A vantagem, na verdadeira amizade, é que existe menos posse, menos ciúme e mais liberdade. Por isso gosto tanto do amor dos meus amigos.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-3129031083994207143?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/3129031083994207143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=3129031083994207143' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3129031083994207143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3129031083994207143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/06/das-saudades.html' title='Das saudades!'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-3640055502653995515</id><published>2009-06-03T10:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:39:26.694+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day by day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SiY2oyLtq1I/AAAAAAAACRE/rgfOdhHJn0I/s1600-h/6a00d83451e35069e20115708f0e10970b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343018082215242578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;do Lat. amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;s. m., viva afeição que nos impele para o objecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;dos nossos desejos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;inclinação da alma e do coração;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;objecto da nossa afeição;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;paixão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;afecto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;inclinação exclusiva;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;namoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;s. m., acto de namorar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;galanteio, corte;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;o namorado ou a namorada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;do Lat. passione, sofrimentos. f., sentimento excessivo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;amor ardente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;afecto violento;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;entusiasmo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;cólera;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;grande mágoa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;vício dominador;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;alucinação;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;sofrimento intenso e prolongado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;parcialidade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;colorido, expressão viva, em literatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;namorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;afér. de enamorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;v. tr., galantear, requestar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;cativar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;procurar inspirar amor a;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;pretender o amor de;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;andar de namoro com;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;fig., atrair, seduzir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;desejar muito, cobiçar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;olhar com enlevo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;v. int., inspirar amor a;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;ter namoro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;afeiçoar-se;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;agradar-se (de alguma coisa);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apaixonar-se.&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' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShgrXJPH3PI/AAAAAAAACQk/NVBqWNm6k7o/s72-c/P6210006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-7418081358663330156</id><published>2009-05-23T18:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:52:55.948+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Please. Make your lives extraordinary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShgpvquTGpI/AAAAAAAACQc/mIybr8i9XFU/s1600-h/PB170516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339063257146792594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShgpvquTGpI/AAAAAAAACQc/mIybr8i9XFU/s320/PB170516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary...&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/5855723486607494496-7418081358663330156?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/7418081358663330156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=7418081358663330156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7418081358663330156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7418081358663330156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-make-your-lives-extraordinary.html' title='Please. Make your lives extraordinary...'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShgpvquTGpI/AAAAAAAACQc/mIybr8i9XFU/s72-c/PB170516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-4946953605950840953</id><published>2009-05-23T18:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:54:43.488+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais de mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adoro&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;cumplicidade, adoro de paixão falar sem dizer palavra com quem sou cumplíce, olhar nos olhos e saber tudo, assim sem ser preciso mais. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Adoro, adoro, adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Adoro viagens, ver novos povos, enlear-me em culturas e viver só para as contar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Adoro, adoro, adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Adoro um embirrar saudável, daquele que dá estímulo, que dá luta e nos faz ser melhores. Gosto da luta. E adoro as pazes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Adoro, adoro,adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Adoro sorrisos, e motivos para sorrir. Tardes de brilhos nos olhos emuitos sorrisos á mistura. Adoro, adoro, adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Adoro beijos roubados. Dos Longos. Dos Curtos. De todos. Olhares daqueles. E dos outros também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Adoro, adoro, adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Adoro palavras. Adoro músicas que não sei cantar. Filmes que poderiam ser eu. E encontros com o destino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Adoro, adoro, adoro.&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/5855723486607494496-4946953605950840953?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/4946953605950840953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=4946953605950840953' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4946953605950840953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4946953605950840953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/05/mais-de-mim.html' title='Mais de mim.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-6353121669792345385</id><published>2009-05-23T18:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:45:34.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Falar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShgoJ661uTI/AAAAAAAACQU/1je_Pfqtfx0/s1600-h/P567849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339061509147703602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShgoJ661uTI/AAAAAAAACQU/1je_Pfqtfx0/s320/P567849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No fim do dia, há algumas coisas que não consegues evitar de dizer. Algumas coisas que não queremos ouvir, e algumas coisas que dizemos porque não podemos estar mais em silêncio. Algumas coisas são mais do que dizemos, são o que fazemos. Algumas coisas dizemos, porque não temos escolha. Outras que guardamos para nós próprios. E não muitas vezes, mas de quando em vez, algumas coisas simplesmente falam por elas próprias.&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/5855723486607494496-6353121669792345385?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/6353121669792345385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=6353121669792345385' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/6353121669792345385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/6353121669792345385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/05/falar.html' title='Falar...'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShgoJ661uTI/AAAAAAAACQU/1je_Pfqtfx0/s72-c/P567849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-5525867423456412728</id><published>2009-05-17T18:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:45:10.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Encantamento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShA-KDoQf0I/AAAAAAAACQM/gFaREEnnWA4/s1600-h/IMG_1474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336833900927811394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShA-KDoQf0I/AAAAAAAACQM/gFaREEnnWA4/s320/IMG_1474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Há uma palavra mágica que se diz. Essa palavra é sempre diferente. Montanha, precipício, brilho. Essa palavra pode ser um olhar. A voz. Um olhar. Essa palavra pode ser o espaço de silêncio onde não se disse uma palavra. Brilho, montanha. Essa palavra pode ser uma palavra, qualquer palavra. Há uma palavra mágica que se diz. Há um momento. Depois dessa palavra, só depois dessa palavra, pode começar o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;José Luís Peixoto&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/5855723486607494496-5525867423456412728?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/5525867423456412728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=5525867423456412728' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/5525867423456412728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/5525867423456412728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/05/encantamento.html' title='Encantamento.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShA-KDoQf0I/AAAAAAAACQM/gFaREEnnWA4/s72-c/IMG_1474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-8282663643958431611</id><published>2009-05-17T18:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:27:24.391+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And I wonder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Omnia vincit amor&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/5855723486607494496-8282663643958431611?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/8282663643958431611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=8282663643958431611' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8282663643958431611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8282663643958431611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-i-wonder.html' title='And I wonder?'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-463785638502676708</id><published>2009-05-17T18:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:12:06.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you say it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShA3TZfm_TI/AAAAAAAACQE/mHQGNHCb4O4/s1600-h/JrWBj219526-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336826364834544946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShA3TZfm_TI/AAAAAAAACQE/mHQGNHCb4O4/s320/JrWBj219526-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you say it? 'I love you. I don't ever want to live without you. You changed my life.' Did you say it? Make a plan. Set a goal. Work toward it, but every now and then, look around; Drink it in 'cause this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow."&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/5855723486607494496-463785638502676708?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/463785638502676708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=463785638502676708' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/463785638502676708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/463785638502676708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/05/did-you-say-it.html' title='Did you say it?'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShA3TZfm_TI/AAAAAAAACQE/mHQGNHCb4O4/s72-c/JrWBj219526-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-4757733951636933487</id><published>2009-05-17T18:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:09:59.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShA20XXl4xI/AAAAAAAACP8/RsmIMhRAGWQ/s1600-h/mocambique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336825831688102674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShA20XXl4xI/AAAAAAAACP8/RsmIMhRAGWQ/s320/mocambique.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;We spend our whole lives worrying about the future, planning for the future, trying to predict the future, as if figuring it out will cushion the blow. But the future is always changing. The future is the home of our deepest fears and wildest hopes. But one thing is certain when it finally reveals itself. The future is never the way we imagined it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Grey´s Anatomy&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/5855723486607494496-4757733951636933487?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/4757733951636933487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=4757733951636933487' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4757733951636933487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4757733951636933487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/05/future.html' title='The future.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShA20XXl4xI/AAAAAAAACP8/RsmIMhRAGWQ/s72-c/mocambique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-6064246433424554613</id><published>2009-05-17T16:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:58:57.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seightseeing XXV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShAmId6ewMI/AAAAAAAACPs/uI3Wyeyb-sM/s1600-h/DSCF0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336807485344760002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShAmId6ewMI/AAAAAAAACPs/uI3Wyeyb-sM/s320/DSCF0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-6064246433424554613?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/6064246433424554613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=6064246433424554613' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/6064246433424554613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/6064246433424554613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/05/seightseeing-xxv.html' title='Seightseeing XXV'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/ShAmId6ewMI/AAAAAAAACPs/uI3Wyeyb-sM/s72-c/DSCF0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-1101638769485627494</id><published>2009-05-15T20:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:57:08.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto tanto. Tanto. Tanto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Confesso que gosto de surpresas. E de surprender.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de longos e bons abraços.&lt;br /&gt;De beijos roubados. Longos. Curtos. De todos.&lt;br /&gt;Olhares daqueles. E dos outros também.&lt;br /&gt;De brindes sem querer. E na maior parte, a querer .&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que gosto de sonhos. E de sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de saudades e de Saudadinhas.&lt;br /&gt;De sorrisos. De todos. Curtos. Longos.&lt;br /&gt;De presentes. De dar e receber.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de Momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que gosto de um embirrar saudável.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto da luta. E adoro as pazes.&lt;br /&gt;De ver pessoas felizes. E contribuir.&lt;br /&gt;Noites sem fim. E dias a acompanhar.&lt;br /&gt;Cumplicidade. Sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de palavras. E também do silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto tanto, tanto, tanto...&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/5855723486607494496-1101638769485627494?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/1101638769485627494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=1101638769485627494' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1101638769485627494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1101638769485627494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/05/gosto-tanto-tanto-tanto.html' title='Gosto tanto. Tanto. Tanto.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-1361732767445055947</id><published>2009-05-15T20:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:54:35.289+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E eu adoro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sg26YkEED3I/AAAAAAAACPk/skVizPl_Nag/s1600-h/love_actually_snap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336126064664252274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sg26YkEED3I/AAAAAAAACPk/skVizPl_Nag/s320/love_actually_snap1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E depois uma rapariga precisa de algumas coisas, poucas, só que cada uma dessas coisas, por sua vez, precisa de outras coisas e depois já são tantas que para fazer uma mala são precisas duas horas e um quarto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro Paixão - (Nos teus braços morreríamos)&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/5855723486607494496-1361732767445055947?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/1361732767445055947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=1361732767445055947' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1361732767445055947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1361732767445055947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-eu-adoro.html' title='E eu adoro.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sg26YkEED3I/AAAAAAAACPk/skVizPl_Nag/s72-c/love_actually_snap1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-8432341018696578457</id><published>2009-05-15T20:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:52:06.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O encanto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sg25vD9G6JI/AAAAAAAACPc/gX1d--1O1Fs/s1600-h/Foto+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336125351670507666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sg25vD9G6JI/AAAAAAAACPc/gX1d--1O1Fs/s320/Foto+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;As vezes dá nisto. O encanto perde-se. Toda a minha vida gostei de encantos e é por eles que me perco e que me guio. As vezes ele abandona-me e vai não sei para onde. Hoje acordei desencantado, deixei de achar graça as cores de África, aos sorrisos e as pessoas e lugares.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes dá nisto. Nem sei bem porque. Não sei se é pelos telefones que não me respondem do outro lado da linha e do mundo, se é apenas por mim. Mas o encanto foi-se. E nem adeus me disse. E ainda bem, que não gosto de despedidas, prefiro um até já, como espero que seja o caso.&lt;br /&gt;A marrabenta já não me disse nada, as crianças também não, olhei com indiferença, sem sequer pensar. Isso preocupa-me. A procissão ainda vai no adro e o encanto já partiu. Os pensamentos invadem-me e tiram-me o sono. As vozes que não oiço, as caras que já não me recordo. Isso preocupa-me. Sempre me baseei em encantos para viver. A saltar de uns para outros. Encantos por sítios, por pessoas, por mulheres, por espaços, por amizades. É isso que me faz avançar. E agora, parece-me que entrei em contra-marcha. Isso preocupa-me. E desancanta-me. Logo a mim, que sempre gostei de encantos. Que me encantem e surpreendam. Vou tentar mais uma vez, ouvir as vozes que tanta falta me fazem e tentar recordar as caras e expressões, que me ligam ao encanto. Vou tentar. As vezes dá nisto. O encanto perde-se. Até já.&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/5855723486607494496-8432341018696578457?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/8432341018696578457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=8432341018696578457' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8432341018696578457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8432341018696578457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-encanto.html' title='O encanto.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sg25vD9G6JI/AAAAAAAACPc/gX1d--1O1Fs/s72-c/Foto+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-1074409778047697125</id><published>2009-05-15T20:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:50:05.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O medo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sg25UvrRDwI/AAAAAAAACPU/OsW_tbZl2co/s1600-h/P5200029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336124899550367490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sg25UvrRDwI/AAAAAAAACPU/OsW_tbZl2co/s320/P5200029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;(...) E do que eu gosto mais em ti é dos teus defeitos, dos teus pecados, da tua mentira que odeias. Para se gostar mesmo, como eu gosto de ti, é preciso dar atenção ao de que não se gosta nada das outras vezes, mesmo nada, isso é que é gostar como eu gosto de ti, é isso, só isso, que me faz gostar de ti. (...) os teus feitos são mortais, mas os pecados, esses são só teus. E meus, se tu quiseres.(...)E para que serve o amor, diz-me já.&lt;br /&gt;- Serve para perder o medo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Pedro Paixão in Muito,meu amor&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/5855723486607494496-1074409778047697125?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/1074409778047697125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=1074409778047697125' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1074409778047697125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1074409778047697125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-medo.html' title='O medo.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sg25UvrRDwI/AAAAAAAACPU/OsW_tbZl2co/s72-c/P5200029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-7780790387461317684</id><published>2009-05-15T20:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:43:30.257+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And dance. Always dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sg23yK-V1AI/AAAAAAAACPM/IMgiUM44XpE/s1600-h/Imagem+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336123206071079938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sg23yK-V1AI/AAAAAAAACPM/IMgiUM44XpE/s320/Imagem+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;And dance. Always dance. Music is the heart of Maputo, and every night of the week there's somewhere to shake your booty—regardless of how much money you have. On Fridays Xima blasts out marrabenta, Mozambican fusion dance music, to the locals; le weekend is marked by live gigs at the Franco-Mozambican Cultural Center and nearby Gil Vicente; while Coconuts blasts house music for those who were too young or busy warring to enjoy it the first time. And for a moment, when everybody's dancing, it feels like everybody's rich.&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/5855723486607494496-7780790387461317684?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/7780790387461317684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=7780790387461317684' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7780790387461317684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7780790387461317684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-dance-always-dance.html' title='And dance. Always dance.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sg23yK-V1AI/AAAAAAAACPM/IMgiUM44XpE/s72-c/Imagem+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-4720891996187860841</id><published>2009-05-15T11:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:58:00.754+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sg08nfvb2VI/AAAAAAAACPE/G_Lf3RG5ee8/s1600-h/Nicola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335987782736927058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sg08nfvb2VI/AAAAAAAACPE/G_Lf3RG5ee8/s320/Nicola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-4720891996187860841?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/4720891996187860841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=4720891996187860841' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4720891996187860841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4720891996187860841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-to-say.html' title='Just to say...'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sg08nfvb2VI/AAAAAAAACPE/G_Lf3RG5ee8/s72-c/Nicola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-3551733205864092598</id><published>2009-05-08T17:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:33:05.872+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SgRQm1VIg8I/AAAAAAAACO8/4PBj_Fl0h5c/s1600-h/IMG_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476486794478530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SgRQm1VIg8I/AAAAAAAACO8/4PBj_Fl0h5c/s320/IMG_0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Estou sem tempo. Sem inspiração. E quase sem blog.&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/5855723486607494496-3551733205864092598?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/3551733205864092598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=3551733205864092598' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3551733205864092598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3551733205864092598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/05/estou.html' title='Estou...'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SgRQm1VIg8I/AAAAAAAACO8/4PBj_Fl0h5c/s72-c/IMG_0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-1290742644626173976</id><published>2009-04-28T10:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:39:37.085+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saber de si.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SfbAsvyeLJI/AAAAAAAACO0/jzRya5pkxkE/s1600-h/dfsdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329659084014496914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SfbAsvyeLJI/AAAAAAAACO0/jzRya5pkxkE/s320/dfsdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;“Quando vires os teus olhos a verem-te, quando não souberes se tu és tu ou se o teu reflexo no espelho és tu, quando não conseguires distinguir-te de ti, olha para o fundo dessa pessoa que és e imagina o que aconteceria se todos soubessem aquilo que só tu sabes sobre ti.“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(José Luís Peixoto in “Antídoto” )&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/5855723486607494496-1290742644626173976?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/1290742644626173976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=1290742644626173976' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1290742644626173976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1290742644626173976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/saber-de-si.html' title='Saber de si.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SfbAsvyeLJI/AAAAAAAACO0/jzRya5pkxkE/s72-c/dfsdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-3341852597344190677</id><published>2009-04-28T10:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:35:16.006+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seighseeing XXIV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sfa_uxRm7HI/AAAAAAAACOs/q-iXFz3Ky9k/s1600-h/adasd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329658019261639794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sfa_uxRm7HI/AAAAAAAACOs/q-iXFz3Ky9k/s320/adasd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sfa_qVtTwtI/AAAAAAAACOk/RcccaO0t0f0/s1600-h/edfsdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329657943142154962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sfa_qVtTwtI/AAAAAAAACOk/RcccaO0t0f0/s320/edfsdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sfa_lba4xfI/AAAAAAAACOc/0rwE6isLrHQ/s1600-h/tyh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329657858776155634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sfa_lba4xfI/AAAAAAAACOc/0rwE6isLrHQ/s320/tyh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-3341852597344190677?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/3341852597344190677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=3341852597344190677' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3341852597344190677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3341852597344190677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/seighseeing-xxiv.html' title='Seighseeing XXIV'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sfa_uxRm7HI/AAAAAAAACOs/q-iXFz3Ky9k/s72-c/adasd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-7362666438572533765</id><published>2009-04-28T10:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:33:54.525+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And i wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sfa_bSPAKkI/AAAAAAAACOU/QQzz2ux86mk/s1600-h/miss+prm2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329657684511697474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sfa_bSPAKkI/AAAAAAAACOU/QQzz2ux86mk/s320/miss+prm2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;" Não confundir o amor com a paixão dos primeiros momentos, que pode desaparecer. O verdadeiro carinho cresce na medida em que os dois estão mais unidos, porque partilham mais. Mas para partilhar é preciso dar. Dar é a chave do amor. Amor significa sempre entrega, dar-se ao outro. Só pelo sacrifício se conserva o amor mútuo, porque é preciso aprender a passar por alto os defeitos, a perdoar uma e outra vez, a não devolver mal por mal, a não dar importância a uma frase desagradável... Por isso o amor também significa exceder-se, fazer mais do que é devido. "&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/5855723486607494496-7362666438572533765?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/7362666438572533765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=7362666438572533765' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7362666438572533765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7362666438572533765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-i-wonder_28.html' title='And i wonder.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sfa_bSPAKkI/AAAAAAAACOU/QQzz2ux86mk/s72-c/miss+prm2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-9008382272067831940</id><published>2009-04-28T10:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:31:58.981+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seighseeing XXIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sfa--CA4_mI/AAAAAAAACOM/Z4fdwgVKaHE/s1600-h/bvbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329657181941333602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sfa--CA4_mI/AAAAAAAACOM/Z4fdwgVKaHE/s320/bvbc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sfa-58DKAnI/AAAAAAAACOE/LpeeiHewUGU/s1600-h/sdS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329657111620747890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sfa-58DKAnI/AAAAAAAACOE/LpeeiHewUGU/s320/sdS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sfa-xRT-H9I/AAAAAAAACN8/xW6SfbhFRHE/s1600-h/wdwd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329656962709594066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sfa-xRT-H9I/AAAAAAAACN8/xW6SfbhFRHE/s320/wdwd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-9008382272067831940?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/9008382272067831940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=9008382272067831940' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/9008382272067831940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/9008382272067831940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/seighseeing-xxiii.html' title='Seighseeing XXIII'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sfa--CA4_mI/AAAAAAAACOM/Z4fdwgVKaHE/s72-c/bvbc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-8371646365668722384</id><published>2009-04-19T13:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:01:18.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And i wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SesSas4Eq1I/AAAAAAAACN0/Mi41R4u-yhg/s1600-h/J021355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326371234227989330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SesSas4Eq1I/AAAAAAAACN0/Mi41R4u-yhg/s320/J021355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;"Sou livre. Fecho os olhos e penso na minha nova condição, ainda que não esteja bem certo do que significa. Tudo o que sei é que estou completamente sozinho. Desterrado numa terra desconhecida, como um explorador solitário sem bússula nem mapa. Será isto liberdade? Não sei, confesso, e às tantas deixo de pensar nisso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Haruki Murakami in "Kafka à beira mar"&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/5855723486607494496-8371646365668722384?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/8371646365668722384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=8371646365668722384' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8371646365668722384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8371646365668722384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-i-wonder_19.html' title='And i wonder.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SesSas4Eq1I/AAAAAAAACN0/Mi41R4u-yhg/s72-c/J021355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-2392396912314663186</id><published>2009-04-17T21:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:24:25.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos Silêncios.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...) o silêncio está à beira de extinção. O silêncio que nos permite meditar. E sentir. E contemplar, com júbilo, com espanto e com surpresa. O silêncio que nos permite sentir a presença de alguém, juntinho a nós, e que, mesmo entre o burburinho dos gestos, nos escute, sem falarmos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lagoa do silêncio (crónica), Eduardo Sa&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/5855723486607494496-2392396912314663186?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/2392396912314663186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=2392396912314663186' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2392396912314663186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2392396912314663186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/dos-silencios.html' title='Dos Silêncios.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-8706400084316180902</id><published>2009-04-17T10:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:59:27.438+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seighseeing XXII</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehE51J-ZgI/AAAAAAAACNs/JIdwppmm5KI/s1600-h/J021352B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325582319677761026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehE51J-ZgI/AAAAAAAACNs/JIdwppmm5KI/s320/J021352B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehE1jXY7NI/AAAAAAAACNk/fgqSXQoWsyU/s1600-h/J021414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325582246182710482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehE1jXY7NI/AAAAAAAACNk/fgqSXQoWsyU/s320/J021414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehEyGcwUBI/AAAAAAAACNc/E9iKlvqxhEo/s1600-h/J041427Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325582186880978962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehEyGcwUBI/AAAAAAAACNc/E9iKlvqxhEo/s320/J041427Z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-8706400084316180902?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/8706400084316180902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=8706400084316180902' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8706400084316180902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8706400084316180902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/seighseeing-xxii.html' title='Seighseeing XXII'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehE51J-ZgI/AAAAAAAACNs/JIdwppmm5KI/s72-c/J021352B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-3530626963571940597</id><published>2009-04-17T10:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:58:14.211+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;We all get at least one good wish a year. Over the candles on our birthday. Some of us throw in more. On eyelashes, fountains, lucky stars, and every now and then, one of those wishes comes true. So what then? Is it is as good as we'd hoped? Do we bask in the warm glow of our happiness? Or, do we just notice we've got a long list of other wishes waiting to be wished?&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/5855723486607494496-3530626963571940597?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/3530626963571940597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=3530626963571940597' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3530626963571940597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3530626963571940597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/wishes.html' title='Wishes.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-7345738531327079074</id><published>2009-04-17T10:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:54:46.034+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seighseeing XXI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehDyrpS44I/AAAAAAAACNU/mSDyTYZT6co/s1600-h/2056572933_b8fb9587bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325581097354060674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehDyrpS44I/AAAAAAAACNU/mSDyTYZT6co/s320/2056572933_b8fb9587bd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehDqatIGMI/AAAAAAAACNM/-FQ5KUFAPVU/s1600-h/624451568_e0563ebc1d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325580955367774402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehDqatIGMI/AAAAAAAACNM/-FQ5KUFAPVU/s320/624451568_e0563ebc1d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehDkeIj78I/AAAAAAAACNE/lxFU5_8vEY4/s1600-h/623948096_886d815c51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325580853208936386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehDkeIj78I/AAAAAAAACNE/lxFU5_8vEY4/s320/623948096_886d815c51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehDfLpQ9JI/AAAAAAAACM8/KkLxcnH6_zY/s1600-h/560713997_3b5f03a120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325580762346484882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehDfLpQ9JI/AAAAAAAACM8/KkLxcnH6_zY/s320/560713997_3b5f03a120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-7345738531327079074?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/7345738531327079074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=7345738531327079074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7345738531327079074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7345738531327079074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/seighseeing-xxi.html' title='Seighseeing XXI'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehDyrpS44I/AAAAAAAACNU/mSDyTYZT6co/s72-c/2056572933_b8fb9587bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-3828849379148218461</id><published>2009-04-17T10:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:51:41.082+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And i wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Twitter kill the blogstar???&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/5855723486607494496-3828849379148218461?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/3828849379148218461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=3828849379148218461' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3828849379148218461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3828849379148218461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-i-wonder.html' title='And i wonder.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-2380804603203609846</id><published>2009-04-17T10:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:47:31.032+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehCG9cKidI/AAAAAAAACM0/0UORTy9hd3A/s1600-h/J011058Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325579246704953810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehCG9cKidI/AAAAAAAACM0/0UORTy9hd3A/s320/J011058Z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um amor pode ser tresloucado e uma paixão tranquila. É uma questão de natureza. Enquanto a paixão, tal como todas as atracções pelo exterior, começa por nós, o amor, que é o único sentimento interior, começa pela outra pessoa, nela reside e nela vive até morrer. […]Mas se a vida serve para alguma coisa, que não seja apenas viver, é para amar. O amor é um dom porque, fazendo-nos sentir pequeninos e dependentes, afasta-nos de nós próprios e do mundo e aproxima-nos da nossa alma […]”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amar by Miguel Esteves Cardoso.&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/5855723486607494496-2380804603203609846?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/2380804603203609846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=2380804603203609846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2380804603203609846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2380804603203609846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/amar.html' title='Amar.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehCG9cKidI/AAAAAAAACM0/0UORTy9hd3A/s72-c/J011058Z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-1747873533575340648</id><published>2009-04-17T10:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:43:33.969+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu mundo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehBDqH8vbI/AAAAAAAACMs/fZ50Dnh6jug/s1600-h/624081984_36fb0476ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325578090468654514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehBDqH8vbI/AAAAAAAACMs/fZ50Dnh6jug/s320/624081984_36fb0476ab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;“O meu mundo não é como o dos outros, quero demais, exijo demais, há em mim uma sede de infinito, uma angústia constante que eu nem mesmo compreendo, pois estou longe de ser uma pessimista; sou antes uma exaltada, com uma alma intensa, violenta, atormentada, uma alma que não se sente bem onde está, que tem saudades… sei lá de quê!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Florbela Espanca&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/5855723486607494496-1747873533575340648?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/1747873533575340648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=1747873533575340648' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1747873533575340648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/1747873533575340648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-meu-mundo.html' title='O meu mundo.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SehBDqH8vbI/AAAAAAAACMs/fZ50Dnh6jug/s72-c/624081984_36fb0476ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-9105342323473800718</id><published>2009-04-09T18:25:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:36:21.127+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I was difficult to see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sd4jo5viRWI/AAAAAAAACMk/d36Xw9LXbxM/s1600-h/624531164_3e871869bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322730995200443746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sd4jo5viRWI/AAAAAAAACMk/d36Xw9LXbxM/s320/624531164_3e871869bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Like an apple on a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Hiding out behind the leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was difficult to reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;But you picked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Like a shell upon a beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Just another pretty piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was difficult to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;But you picked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Yeah you picked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-9105342323473800718?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/9105342323473800718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=9105342323473800718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/9105342323473800718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/9105342323473800718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-difficult-to-see.html' title='I was difficult to see.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sd4jo5viRWI/AAAAAAAACMk/d36Xw9LXbxM/s72-c/624531164_3e871869bf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-4907115295338280981</id><published>2009-04-08T15:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:13:31.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que a vida ensina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; tratar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;prioridade,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;apenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;quem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;vê &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;como&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;opção.&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/5855723486607494496-4907115295338280981?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/4907115295338280981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=4907115295338280981' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4907115295338280981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4907115295338280981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/coisas-que-vida-ensina.html' title='Coisas que a vida ensina.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-6106377181501515750</id><published>2009-04-07T23:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:26:08.133+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seighseeing XX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SdvE6YkXy3I/AAAAAAAACMc/ceZwxxTkoWs/s1600-h/hard"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322063891974835058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SdvE6YkXy3I/AAAAAAAACMc/ceZwxxTkoWs/s320/hard" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SdvE0FNXgzI/AAAAAAAACMU/oJrs8HdyBXE/s1600-h/mocambique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322063783698858802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SdvE0FNXgzI/AAAAAAAACMU/oJrs8HdyBXE/s320/mocambique.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SdvEwzQ6AeI/AAAAAAAACMM/3Twjw_OA9EE/s1600-h/bicla"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322063727342256610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SdvEwzQ6AeI/AAAAAAAACMM/3Twjw_OA9EE/s320/bicla" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-6106377181501515750?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/6106377181501515750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=6106377181501515750' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/6106377181501515750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/6106377181501515750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/seighseeing-xx.html' title='Seighseeing XX'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SdvE6YkXy3I/AAAAAAAACMc/ceZwxxTkoWs/s72-c/hard' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-8943745517472189157</id><published>2009-04-07T23:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:18:32.532+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SdvDHilKc2I/AAAAAAAACME/OPty7A4LEYo/s1600-h/iKVq6zO12lm9jhle0w9kDz3Oo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322061918977553250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SdvDHilKc2I/AAAAAAAACME/OPty7A4LEYo/s320/iKVq6zO12lm9jhle0w9kDz3Oo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-8943745517472189157?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/8943745517472189157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=8943745517472189157' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8943745517472189157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/8943745517472189157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-this.html' title='Just this.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SdvDHilKc2I/AAAAAAAACME/OPty7A4LEYo/s72-c/iKVq6zO12lm9jhle0w9kDz3Oo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-5103826058652908157</id><published>2009-04-02T10:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:49:00.979+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aterragem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SdR7rQ_1r1I/AAAAAAAACLs/YczQMM-YNI8/s1600-h/ceu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320013043058716498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SdR7rQ_1r1I/AAAAAAAACLs/YczQMM-YNI8/s320/ceu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Foto gentilmente roubada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://nomundodejumpseat.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;daqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-5103826058652908157?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/5103826058652908157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=5103826058652908157' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/5103826058652908157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/5103826058652908157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/aterragem.html' title='Aterragem.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SdR7rQ_1r1I/AAAAAAAACLs/YczQMM-YNI8/s72-c/ceu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-7042323117870992068</id><published>2009-04-02T00:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:49:49.959+02:00</updated><title type='text'>31 + 1. É hoje que a minha vida vira um grande:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SdOrTubGSJI/AAAAAAAACLk/rBBSHqkqCws/s1600-h/600px-NY-32.svg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319783940222240914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SdOrTubGSJI/AAAAAAAACLk/rBBSHqkqCws/s320/600px-NY-32.svg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-7042323117870992068?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/7042323117870992068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=7042323117870992068' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7042323117870992068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7042323117870992068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-1-e-hoje-que-minha-vida-vira-um.html' title='31 + 1. É hoje que a minha vida vira um grande:'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/SdOrTubGSJI/AAAAAAAACLk/rBBSHqkqCws/s72-c/600px-NY-32.svg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-4463905150359677334</id><published>2009-04-01T19:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:54:13.627+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Porquê?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Porquê? - Porque dói menos ficares desiludido ou triste, do que ficares a imaginar a vida toda que ela gostava de ti sem nunca saberes a resposta! No entanto nós também aprendemos com aquilo que não fomos capazes de fazer. Mas aprender a olhar para trás faz doer o pescoço. Um dia iremos perceber que gostar de alguém em segredo é (simplesmente) idealizar; desejar que uma ideia venha até nós sem fazermos nada para ir ao seu encontro. Um dia iremos perceber que idealizar é dizer adeus sem dar por isso."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;[Eduardo Sá]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5855723486607494496-4463905150359677334?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/4463905150359677334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=4463905150359677334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4463905150359677334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/4463905150359677334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/04/porque.html' title='Porquê?'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-7004419596538392534</id><published>2009-03-26T23:42:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:54:49.202+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Not even a little bit, not even all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Scv6UHyT2YI/AAAAAAAACLc/wLfXOg5e0Rw/s1600-h/hfgffg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317619008635394434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Scv6UHyT2YI/AAAAAAAACLc/wLfXOg5e0Rw/s320/hfgffg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.&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/5855723486607494496-7004419596538392534?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/7004419596538392534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=7004419596538392534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7004419596538392534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/7004419596538392534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-even-little-bit-not-even-all.html' title='Not even a little bit, not even all.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Scv6UHyT2YI/AAAAAAAACLc/wLfXOg5e0Rw/s72-c/hfgffg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-3853495374731396569</id><published>2009-03-25T16:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:55:04.078+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know how much is too much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sco8pmlb-SI/AAAAAAAACLU/GYelXARt0yY/s1600-h/IMG_0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317128995494164770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sco8pmlb-SI/AAAAAAAACLU/GYelXARt0yY/s320/IMG_0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"How do you know how much is too much? Too much too soon. Too much information. Too much fun. Too much love, or too much to ask of someone? When is it all just too much for us to bear?"&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/5855723486607494496-3853495374731396569?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/3853495374731396569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=3853495374731396569' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3853495374731396569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3853495374731396569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-do-you-know-how-much-is-too-much.html' title='How do you know how much is too much?'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sco8pmlb-SI/AAAAAAAACLU/GYelXARt0yY/s72-c/IMG_0609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-3780297620076208640</id><published>2009-03-25T16:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:55:16.321+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It makes me wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sco8RWlJxKI/AAAAAAAACLM/I5D-qW6zrxw/s1600-h/IMG_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317128578881143970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sco8RWlJxKI/AAAAAAAACLM/I5D-qW6zrxw/s320/IMG_0912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;"Pain. You just have to ride it out. You can only hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breath deep and wait for it to subside."&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/5855723486607494496-3780297620076208640?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/3780297620076208640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=3780297620076208640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3780297620076208640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/3780297620076208640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-makes-me-wonder.html' title='It makes me wonder.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sco8RWlJxKI/AAAAAAAACLM/I5D-qW6zrxw/s72-c/IMG_0912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5855723486607494496.post-2166378461308213973</id><published>2009-03-25T16:11:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:55:29.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And i wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sco7ux2WXLI/AAAAAAAACLE/UGROCyWJ3Mw/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317127984905608370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sco7ux2WXLI/AAAAAAAACLE/UGROCyWJ3Mw/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" O amor é uma espécie de preconceito. A gente ama o que precisa, ama o que faz sentir bem, ama o que é conveniente. Como pode dizer que ama uma pessoa quando há dez mil outras no mundo que você amaria mais se conhecesse? Mas a gente nunca conhece. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles Bukowski&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/5855723486607494496-2166378461308213973?l=primanocte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/feeds/2166378461308213973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5855723486607494496&amp;postID=2166378461308213973' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2166378461308213973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5855723486607494496/posts/default/2166378461308213973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primanocte.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-i-wonder_25.html' title='And i wonder.'/><author><name>PrimaNocte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386282406393972745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/R9fXDPKjzOI/AAAAAAAABCw/qVO8gXiZR6o/S220/Ddu2DM277661-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeOdZZaZyD0/Sco7ux2WXLI/AAAAAAAACLE/UGROCyWJ3Mw/s72-c/IMG_0557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
