<?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-325255565460907850</id><updated>2012-01-26T08:45:02.480Z</updated><category term='arte'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Cinema'/><category term='Cats'/><category term='madrid'/><category term='Travels'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Saudade'/><category term='Portugal'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Culture'/><category term='myself'/><category term='séries'/><category term='Science'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Bitter.Sweet.Alive....</title><subtitle type='html'>"Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. 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Alive.”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-8874628006668888896</id><published>2012-01-26T08:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:45:02.490Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Millennium.... done!</title><content type='html'>3 books, less than 2 months. Not bad! I'll try to keep with the reading-rythm.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found Millennium trilogy a compelling reading. Also gives you something to think about, in addition to the spy fiction main action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very nice books, now let's see the movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-8874628006668888896?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8874628006668888896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=8874628006668888896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8874628006668888896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8874628006668888896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2012/01/millennium-done.html' title='Millennium.... done!'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-8403522592582526444</id><published>2011-12-08T20:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T20:22:22.185Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='séries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Séries</title><content type='html'>Admito que sou um pouco viciada em séries. E quando começo a ver uma não descanso enquanto não chego ao fim (isto porque na maioria da svezes começo a ver quando já há algumas temporadas disponíveis). E também não sou muito esquisita, vejo quase tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Agora, fala-se tanto da série "Modern family", já ganhou uns quantos prémios e tudo, e eu não consigo ver... Será só a mim que aquela maneira de filmar irrita especialmente???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-8403522592582526444?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8403522592582526444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=8403522592582526444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8403522592582526444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8403522592582526444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2011/12/series.html' title='Séries'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-4969662288855662897</id><published>2011-10-07T14:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T10:14:25.597+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Sabedoria popular</title><content type='html'>"Cada uno comprende lo que quiere..."&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Todo es mas sencillo cuando es algo que otra persona tiene que hacer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lab thoughts... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...on a Friday!!!&lt;/i&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/325255565460907850-4969662288855662897?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4969662288855662897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=4969662288855662897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4969662288855662897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4969662288855662897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2011/10/sabedoria-popular.html' title='Sabedoria popular'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-8740599669131819049</id><published>2011-10-07T14:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T14:29:48.896+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madrid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Vamos ver se ressuscitamos isto??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Nao sei se e falta de paciencia ou de tempo, mas tem-me faltado inspiracao para aqui escrever (e falta de acentos e cedilhas neste teclado tambem.....como se nota...!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tentarei mostrar um pouco "da Madrid que tenho conhecido"! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veremos se resulta... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Acho que a culpa e do facebook!! Agora "posta-se" tudo la...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-8740599669131819049?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8740599669131819049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=8740599669131819049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8740599669131819049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8740599669131819049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2011/10/vamos-ver-se-ressuscitamos-isto.html' title='Vamos ver se ressuscitamos isto??'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-7928550844931316551</id><published>2011-07-15T11:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T11:53:11.962+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile....:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Para quem ainda nao começou a dieta de Verão:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahvbufkJ_RE/TiAb1twH1PI/AAAAAAAABfM/K0JoX_Zm0UE/s1600/propuesta-post-15072011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahvbufkJ_RE/TiAb1twH1PI/AAAAAAAABfM/K0JoX_Zm0UE/s320/propuesta-post-15072011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629530143841572082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-7928550844931316551?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/7928550844931316551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=7928550844931316551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/7928550844931316551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/7928550844931316551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2011/07/smile.html' title='Smile....:)'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahvbufkJ_RE/TiAb1twH1PI/AAAAAAAABfM/K0JoX_Zm0UE/s72-c/propuesta-post-15072011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-3718972983202936771</id><published>2010-12-10T14:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-10T14:57:02.851Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>"Há  quem diga que todas as noites são de sonhos. Mas há também quem garanta  que nem todas, só as de Verão. No fundo, isso não tem importância. O  que interessa mesmo não é a noite em si, são os sonhos. Sonhos que o  homem sonha sempre, em todos os lugares, em todas as épocas do ano,  dormindo ou acordado." (Shakespeare)&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-3718972983202936771?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3718972983202936771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=3718972983202936771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3718972983202936771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3718972983202936771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2010/12/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-8562072302237625503</id><published>2010-11-12T11:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:46:37.332Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><title type='text'>Is it so??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unlike other animals, human beings spend a lot of time thinking about what is not going on around them, contemplating events that happened in the past, might happen in the future, or will never happen at all. Indeed, “stimulus-independent thought” or “mind wandering” appears to be the brain’s default mode of operation. Although this ability is a remarkable evolutionary achievement that allows people to learn, reason, and plan, it may have an emotional cost. Many philosophical and religious traditions teach that happiness is to be found by living in the moment, and practitioners are trained to resist mind wandering and “to be here now.” These traditions suggest that a wandering mind is an unhappy mind. Are they right?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(@ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; SCIENCE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;www.sciencem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ag.org, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;NOVEMBER 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Matthew A. Killingsworth and Daniel T. Gilbert (Harvard University, Cambridge, MA 02138, USA) searched for an answer for this question, and they used a Web application for the iPhone, through which they created &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"an unusually large database of real-time reports of thoughts, feelings, and actions of a broad range of people as they went about their daily activities. The application contacts participants through their iPhones at random moments during their waking hours, presents them with questions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; and records their answers to a database at www.trackyourhappiness.org. The database currently contains nearly a quarter of a million samples from about 5000 people from 83 different countries who range in age from 18 to 88 and who collectively represent every one of 86 major occupational categories."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is a su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mmary of the results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/TN0mKL_C-3I/AAAAAAAABTI/b1ndlhiID_A/s1600/Fig.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/TN0mKL_C-3I/AAAAAAAABTI/b1ndlhiID_A/s320/Fig.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538625073193352050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Fig. 1. Mean happiness reported during each activity (top) and while mind wandering to unpleasant topics, neutral topics, pleasant topics or not mind wandering (bottom). Dashed line indicates mean of happiness across all samples. Bubble area indicates the frequency of occurrence. The largest bubble (“not mind wandering”) corresponds to 53.1% of the samples, and the smallest bubble (“praying/worshipping/meditating”) corresponds to 0.1% of the samples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Their analysis revealed three things (adapted from source):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- First, people’s minds wandered frequently, regardless of what they were doing. Mind wandering occurred in 46.9% of the samples and in at least 30% of the samples taken during every activity except making love. Surprisingly, the nature of people’s activities had only a modest impact on whether their minds wandered and had almost no impact on the pleasantness of the topics to which their minds wandered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Second, multilevel regression revealed that people were less happy when their minds were wandering than when they were not, and this was true during all activities, including the least enjoyable. Although people’s minds were more likely to wander to pleasant topics (42.5% of samples) than to unpleasant topics (26.5% of samples) or neutral topics (31% of samples),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;people were no happier when thinking about pleasant topics than about their current activity and were considerably unhappier when thinking about neutral topics or unpleasant topics than about their current activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Third, what people were thinking was a better predictor of their happiness than was what they were doing. The nature of people’s activities explained 4.6% of the within-person variance in happiness and 3.2% of the between-person variance in happiness, but mind wandering explained 10.8% of within-person variance in happiness and 17.7% of between-person variance in happiness. The variance explained by mind wandering was largely independent of the variance explained by the nature of activities, suggesting that the two were independent influences on happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-8562072302237625503?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8562072302237625503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=8562072302237625503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8562072302237625503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8562072302237625503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2010/11/diz-se-por-ai-que.html' title='Is it so??'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/TN0mKL_C-3I/AAAAAAAABTI/b1ndlhiID_A/s72-c/Fig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-849536479452172254</id><published>2010-11-08T10:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:24:49.080Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Contente com o fim de semana!</title><content type='html'>Muuuuiito contente com o fim de semana! Muito trabalho feito! Muito tempo passado com amigos e muitas compras!!! Já estava a sentir falta de gastar uns trocos nuns trapinhos... E muito me aguentei eu!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/TNfT7Os9MWI/AAAAAAAABS4/cbg5MHNUoT8/s1600/mango_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/TNfT7Os9MWI/AAAAAAAABS4/cbg5MHNUoT8/s200/mango_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537127281387712866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/TNfT7sswaaI/AAAAAAAABTA/ofOeVS3YDXE/s1600/mango_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/TNfT7sswaaI/AAAAAAAABTA/ofOeVS3YDXE/s200/mango_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537127289439938978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/TNfT665poXI/AAAAAAAABSw/cdRyuAfMZD8/s1600/mango_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/TNfT665poXI/AAAAAAAABSw/cdRyuAfMZD8/s200/mango_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537127276072247666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas fotos são um bocadinho mentirosas...... Vá, só a do vestido...!&lt;br /&gt;É que ele não é assim tão curto!!! Mesmo...!! Acho que não sou assim tão baixinha que justifique a diferença..... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-849536479452172254?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/849536479452172254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=849536479452172254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/849536479452172254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/849536479452172254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2010/11/contente-com-ofim-de-semana.html' title='Contente com o fim de semana!'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/TNfT7Os9MWI/AAAAAAAABS4/cbg5MHNUoT8/s72-c/mango_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-1594021108262734108</id><published>2010-05-27T14:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:27:09.259+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Volto já!!</title><content type='html'>Novo single dos Muse para ouvir(cantaaaaar) hoje à noite!&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've got nothing left to lose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You take your time to choose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can tell you now without a trace of fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;That my love will be forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And we'll die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;we'll die together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I will never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Cause our love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Will be forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-1594021108262734108?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/1594021108262734108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=1594021108262734108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/1594021108262734108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/1594021108262734108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2010/05/volto-ja.html' title='Volto já!!'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-2982878610472292613</id><published>2010-05-26T15:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:54:57.043+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Gosto desta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;If I lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; If I just lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Forget what we're told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Before we get too old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pois... já so consigo pensar nos concertos de amanhã....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-2982878610472292613?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/2982878610472292613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=2982878610472292613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/2982878610472292613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/2982878610472292613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2010/05/gosto-desta.html' title='Gosto desta!'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-6487009527941148913</id><published>2010-05-26T15:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:22:53.597+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>RIR 2010</title><content type='html'>Eu vou!!! Muse! Muse! Muse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A setlist em Paris foi assim (segundo consta...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Cambria Math";  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:1;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin-top:0cm;  margin-right:0cm;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  margin-left:0cm;  line-height:115%;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} .MsoPapDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  line-height:115%;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt;            1. MK Ultra        &lt;br /&gt;2. Map of the Problematique        &lt;br /&gt;3. Uprising        &lt;br /&gt;4. Bliss        &lt;br /&gt;5. Supermassive Black Hole        &lt;br /&gt;6. Neutron Star Collision (Love Is Forever)        &lt;br /&gt;7. Nishe&lt;br /&gt;8. United States Of Eurasia         &lt;br /&gt;9. I Belong To You (+Mon Cœur S'ouvre à Ta Voix)       &lt;br /&gt;10. Resistance       &lt;br /&gt;11. Undisclosed Desires        &lt;br /&gt;12. Starlight       &lt;br /&gt;13. Plug In Baby        &lt;br /&gt;14. Unnatural Selection        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore:       &lt;br /&gt;15. Interlude        &lt;br /&gt;16. Hysteria       &lt;br /&gt;17. Knights of Cydonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já em Inglaterra, foi assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Cambria Math";  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:1;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin-top:0cm;  margin-right:0cm;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  margin-left:0cm;  line-height:115%;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} .MsoPapDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  line-height:115%;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt;   1. Uprising&lt;br /&gt;2. Supermassive Black Hole           &lt;br /&gt;3. New Born           &lt;br /&gt;4. Map of the Problematique&lt;br /&gt;          5. Neutron Star Collision (Love Is Forever)           &lt;br /&gt;6. Citizen Erased           &lt;br /&gt;7. Hysteria           &lt;br /&gt;8. Nishe           &lt;br /&gt;9. United States Of Eurasia          &lt;br /&gt;10. I Belong To You          &lt;br /&gt;11. Feeling Good (Leslie Bricusse &amp;amp; Anthony Newley cover)          &lt;br /&gt;12. Drum and Bass Duet          &lt;br /&gt;13. Undisclosed Desires          &lt;br /&gt;14. Resistance          &lt;br /&gt;15. Starlight          &lt;br /&gt;16. Time Is Running Out          &lt;br /&gt;17. Unnatural Selection&lt;br /&gt;Encore:         &lt;br /&gt;18. Unintended          &lt;br /&gt;19. Exogenesis: Symphony, Part 1: Overture         &lt;br /&gt;20. Stockholm Syndrome          &lt;br /&gt;21. Take A Bow          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore 2:         &lt;br /&gt;22. Plug In Baby&lt;br /&gt;         23. Knights of Cydonia&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro a segunda, mas ainda ficam a faltar algumas das minhas preferidas... mas não há tempo para tudo...! :) Depois conto como foi cá!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-6487009527941148913?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/6487009527941148913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=6487009527941148913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/6487009527941148913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/6487009527941148913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2010/05/rir-2010.html' title='RIR 2010'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-7423501318301534399</id><published>2010-05-15T23:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:02:22.973+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Já falta pouco!</title><content type='html'>Já está tudo bem decoradinho? Na ponta da língua? Vá, eu dou uma ajuda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is our secret safe tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and are we out of sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or will our  world come tumbling down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will they find our hiding place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is this  our last embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or will the walls start caving in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It could  be wrong, could be wrong, but it should have been right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It could be  wrong, could be wrong, to let our hearts ignite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It could be wrong,  could be wrong, are we digging a hole?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It could be wrong, could  be wrong, this is out of control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It could be wrong, could be wrong,  it can never last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It could be wrong, could be wrong, must erase it  fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It could be wrong, could be wrong, but it should have been right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It  could be wrong could be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is our resistance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They'll  keep us apart and they wont to stop breaking us down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our  lips must always be sealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we live a life in fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll wait  a thousand years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just to see you smile again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kill your  prayers for love and peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll wake the thought police&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we can't  hide the truth inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It could be wrong, could be wrong, but it  should have been right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It could be wrong, could be wrong, to let our  hearts ignite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It could be wrong, could be wrong, are we digging a  hole?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It could be wrong, could be wrong, this is out of control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It  could be wrong, could be wrong, it can never last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It could be wrong,  could be wrong, must erase it fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It could be wrong, could be  wrong, but it should have been right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It could be wrong could be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love  is our resistance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They'll keep us apart and they wont to stop  breaking us down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our lips must always be sealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The  night has reached it's end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We can't pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We must run       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We  must run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its time to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take us away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Protect us  from further harm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resistance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-7423501318301534399?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/S23qx-CTW7I/AAAAAAAABKg/us7bjJ_e_xY/s320/vai+cair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435258469493201842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/S23rPFu7aTI/AAAAAAAABKo/x-lUimHOlGQ/s1600-h/whale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/S23rPFu7aTI/AAAAAAAABKo/x-lUimHOlGQ/s320/whale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435258969775630642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/S23qo8R0IhI/AAAAAAAABKY/sY7KyMIP_Zo/s1600-h/consolas+e+cores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/S23qo8R0IhI/AAAAAAAABKY/sY7KyMIP_Zo/s320/consolas+e+cores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435258314402570770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/S23oyYRuk1I/AAAAAAAABJw/KZBGcJB3ayY/s1600-h/boats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/S23oyYRuk1I/AAAAAAAABJw/KZBGcJB3ayY/s320/boats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435256277513966418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...o museu da ciência - NEMO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/S23ufFLEwVI/AAAAAAAABLQ/5bSYjoYreTI/s1600-h/tetris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/S23ufFLEwVI/AAAAAAAABLQ/5bSYjoYreTI/s320/tetris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435262543038038354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... e este, a que carinhosamente chamei "Tetris"! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para terminar, uma foto tirada à noite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/S23qBzqQOAI/AAAAAAAABKA/K7ORRm8VmTE/s1600-h/by+night+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/S23qBzqQOAI/AAAAAAAABKA/K7ORRm8VmTE/s320/by+night+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435257642074257410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e outra em que é de manhã, mas mais parece de noite! Pois, é que saímos bem cedinho para aproveitar bem o último dia de passeio... E valeu a pena! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/S23tCSsgrGI/AAAAAAAABLI/wyqpIJryIjo/s1600-h/umbrella+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/S23tCSsgrGI/AAAAAAAABLI/wyqpIJryIjo/s320/umbrella+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435260948940106850" 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/325255565460907850-8843480058966637772?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8843480058966637772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=8843480058966637772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8843480058966637772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8843480058966637772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2010/02/passeio-de-inverno.html' title='Passeio de Inverno...'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/S23rc0gkZPI/AAAAAAAABLA/fzkXXwqiJiY/s72-c/Iamsterdam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-5890932322701939893</id><published>2009-11-24T10:30:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:32:20.859Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>Já  não organizávamos um passeio destes, em grupo, há muito tempo! Que saudades! Assim, a semana até passa melhor e mais depressa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aldeiasdoxisto.pt/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/Swu2B0takpI/AAAAAAAABI4/PfmqhwLc7nY/s200/Aldeias+do+Xisto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407615920033665682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse cesto de verga, a toalha aos quadrados, a sandocha, a panela de caldo verde e o tinto, está tudo tratado??  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não esquecer o impermeável... Acho que o tempo não vai ser amiguinho...! Mas também não nos vai parar. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já agora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Temos de provar isto&lt;/span&gt; (já cá faltava a veia gulosa a falar mais alto...):                    &lt;a href="http://www.aldeiasdoxisto.pt/descubra/5/5#"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talasnicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desfazem-se na boca num festival de sabores com nuances a mel e castanha. São os Talasnicos, pequenos bolos conventuais nascidos no Talasnal, uma das Aldeias do Xisto do concelho da Lousã. Apesar da fama e de muitas tentativas de plágio, é nas mãos de Mirita Meira Santos que vive o segredo da receita original. É na Lojinha do Talasnico que se vendem, juntamente com licores artesanais de folha de figueira, amora, castanha, bolota, serrano e também jeropiga; compotas de abóbora, tomate, chila, framboesa, figo, frutos silvestres, abrunho e a ‘castanhada’ que se deve comer como uma sobremesa acompanhada no prato com natas doces, por exemplo; há ainda as infusões da Planta do Xisto (Cerdeira) e artesanato local diverso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Sara/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-5890932322701939893?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5890932322701939893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=5890932322701939893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5890932322701939893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5890932322701939893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/Swu2B0takpI/AAAAAAAABI4/PfmqhwLc7nY/s72-c/Aldeias+do+Xisto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-2191735770800830858</id><published>2009-11-12T09:26:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:52:50.071Z</updated><title type='text'>Chegou atrasado mas veio para ficar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outono &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://lecool.com/cities/lisboa/newsletters/current.html"&gt;cool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ingredientes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 pitada de época&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Água q.b.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 gemas de disposição&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6 a 8 colheres de diversão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E de repente a noite esfriou! Parece que puseram uns cubos de gelo no chá que estava a ser o nosso Outono esquentado.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Querem aquecer o estômago? Vão fumar bifes na pedra, e untar-se com aquele molho amanteigado das amêijoas à Bulhão Pato do Cabaças. Querem aquecer a alma? Partilhem crepes doces e vinho quente com um livro velho e uma pessoa nova.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Então e as castanhas, a jeropiga (ou ginja!) e as pantufas quentinhas?? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-2191735770800830858?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/2191735770800830858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=2191735770800830858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/2191735770800830858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/2191735770800830858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/11/chegou-atrasado-mas-veio-para-ficar.html' title='Chegou atrasado mas veio para ficar'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-3413362293116719958</id><published>2009-10-23T11:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:13:29.159+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Femina</title><content type='html'>Estou a gostar muito da minha mais recente compra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SuGJKkXTuNI/AAAAAAAABIw/CDAx49GnFA0/s1600-h/Femina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SuGJKkXTuNI/AAAAAAAABIw/CDAx49GnFA0/s200/Femina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395744643219699922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira faixa é completamente viciante! E, om alguma surpresa, verifiquei que a voz da Rita Redshoes combina perfeitamente com o estilo musical do Legendary Tiger Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo, já sabia que ia gostar mas mesmo assim foi uma surpresa, pela positiva! Agora, gostava era de ver isto ao vivo, mas não deve ser fácil juntar tanta gente... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por falar em "ao vivo", sempre vamos ver David Fonseca? M? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;"The desire of the man is for the woman, but the desire of the woman is for the desire of the man." Madame de Stael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-3413362293116719958?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3413362293116719958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=3413362293116719958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3413362293116719958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3413362293116719958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/10/femina.html' title='Femina'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SuGJKkXTuNI/AAAAAAAABIw/CDAx49GnFA0/s72-c/Femina.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-841440206048202630</id><published>2009-09-24T09:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:06:13.952+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Daqui a uma semana....</title><content type='html'>... vamos estar muito ansiosos para ver o concerto do projecto "Hoje"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não poderíamos ter escolhido dia melhor para ir assistir a este espectéculo, pois é exactamente no Dia Internacional da Música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SrtEQkziNwI/AAAAAAAABIo/O7XuLR_eNK4/s1600-h/amalia_hoje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SrtEQkziNwI/AAAAAAAABIo/O7XuLR_eNK4/s320/amalia_hoje.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384972830999983874" 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/325255565460907850-841440206048202630?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/841440206048202630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=841440206048202630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/841440206048202630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/841440206048202630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/09/daqui-uma-semana.html' title='Daqui a uma semana....'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SrtEQkziNwI/AAAAAAAABIo/O7XuLR_eNK4/s72-c/amalia_hoje.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-4341093042055159889</id><published>2009-09-20T15:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:26:23.196+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anda-se a falar muito do "nosso" evento &lt;a href="http://cientistasaopalco.blogspot.com/2009/09/cientistas-ao-palco-no-governo-sombra.html"&gt;por aí.&lt;/a&gt;.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-4341093042055159889?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4341093042055159889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=4341093042055159889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4341093042055159889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4341093042055159889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/09/anda-se-falar-muito-do-nosso-evento-por.html' title=''/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-8753262954004731088</id><published>2009-09-17T13:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:13:06.704+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><title type='text'>Falta uma semana e um dia...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SrInBtVkf5I/AAAAAAAABIg/xnN-3FF3bxs/s1600-h/cientistas+ao+palco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 60px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SrInBtVkf5I/AAAAAAAABIg/xnN-3FF3bxs/s320/cientistas+ao+palco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382407414964584338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já temos &lt;a href="http://cientistasaopalco.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=category&amp;amp;layout=blog&amp;amp;id=40&amp;amp;Itemid=62"&gt;programa&lt;/a&gt;! Falta tão pouco tempo e ainda há tanto para ensaiar....!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-8753262954004731088?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8753262954004731088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=8753262954004731088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8753262954004731088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8753262954004731088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/09/falta-uma-semana-e-um-dia.html' title='Falta uma semana e um dia...!'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SrInBtVkf5I/AAAAAAAABIg/xnN-3FF3bxs/s72-c/cientistas+ao+palco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-9110590509290662554</id><published>2009-09-16T20:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:47:32.252+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>A fugir da fotografia??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SrDniEJcyTI/AAAAAAAABIQ/jUoJNv3gegQ/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SrDniEJcyTI/AAAAAAAABIQ/jUoJNv3gegQ/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382056127122688306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... quero ir de fim de semana outra vez!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-9110590509290662554?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/9110590509290662554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=9110590509290662554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/9110590509290662554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/9110590509290662554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/09/fugir-da-foto.html' title='A fugir da fotografia??'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SrDniEJcyTI/AAAAAAAABIQ/jUoJNv3gegQ/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-8598886934617229913</id><published>2009-09-11T11:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:20:19.520+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Música pela manhã...</title><content type='html'>Gosto desta música!! Chegam lá por este bocadinho? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I came down the hill&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was hurt&lt;br /&gt;But then I started to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't hurt me to be free&lt;br /&gt;It's what I really need&lt;br /&gt;To pull myself together&lt;br /&gt;But if it's so good being free&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind telling me&lt;br /&gt;Why I don't know what to do with myself" &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-8598886934617229913?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8598886934617229913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=8598886934617229913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8598886934617229913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8598886934617229913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/09/musica-pela-manha.html' title='Música pela manhã...'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-2392377875309072277</id><published>2009-08-29T17:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:48:58.107+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The same?</title><content type='html'>Estou de saída. Mas só por uns dias... Vou só ali a Montpellier ver se está tudo no sítio e já volto! :)&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, espero que haja novidades, senão é uma seca!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Não esqueci as fotos das férias... prometo para quando voltar se já as tiver comigo...!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até já! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-2392377875309072277?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/2392377875309072277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=2392377875309072277&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/2392377875309072277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/2392377875309072277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/08/same.html' title='The same?'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-3900886803304129683</id><published>2009-08-16T15:53:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:41:30.902+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>De volta à realidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabaram-se as férias! Hora de voltar à "vida normal"! Não, ainda não vou falar sobre as férias, porque estou à espera das fotos... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando sincronizamos de novo com o mundo, com que nos deparamos?&lt;br /&gt;Os casos de gripe A continuam a aumentar. Não é novidade... Estar atentos e cumprir as medidas de prevenção é o que nos resta... Deixar de viver é que não...!&lt;br /&gt;Na política continuam as trocas de acusações e a política do "votem-em-nós-não-porque-somos-bons-mas-porque-os-outros-são-piores..."&lt;br /&gt;Estou para ver o que sairá destas eleições... Já se sabe que um dos "grandes" ganhará e muito se discute sobre maiorias absolutas. Até posso concordar que é difícil governar em Portugal de outra forma, mas não consigo deixar de pensar que uma maioria absoluta se aproxima de uma ditadura, e assim a democracia resume-se a quê? A escolhermos um novo "ditador" de 4 em 4 anos? Desculpem qualquer coisinha, que sei que estou a exagerar um bocadinho, mas para mim o conceito de democracia é outro e deveria funcionar mesmo sem maiorias absolutas! Mas também já se sabe que teoria e práctica nem sempre, ou raramente, andam de mãos dadas... E já me estou a alargar demais nestes assuntos, que não são, de todo, a minha especialidade...! :)&lt;br /&gt;De resto, vamos ver so o Benfica começa com o pé direito e se faz uma época como deve ser, e se os nossos atletas em Berlim se portam bem...! A nossa maior esperança é o Nelson Évora que salta já daqui a um bocadinho...!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio das actualidades descobri um artigo interessante sobre um novo conceito que consiste em contratar Chefes de cozinha para fazer refeições em casa! Além de ser prático e diferente, podemos descobrir receitas novas e interessante e quem sabe aprender alguns truques!! :) Pareceu-me uma óptima ideia!&lt;br /&gt;Alguns exemplos: &lt;a href="http://chefathomept.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chef@home&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.thepersonalchef.pt/"&gt;Personal Chef &lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://cozinhoporsi.pt.vu/"&gt;Cozinho por si&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.afreudite.com/"&gt;Afreudite&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deparei-me ainda com um artigo interessantíssimo sobre a memória humana que me fez lembrar um texto antigo, da autoria de um amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz o artigo, resumidamente e sem transcrever, que a nossa memória às vezes parece ter vontade própria. Ainda que pareça lógico que vamos aprendendo com a experiência ao longo da vida, e que isso nos vai impedir de cair nos mesmo erros e disparates, de ficarmos desiludidos, frustrados ou doridos com situações que conseguimos antever, a verdade é que não é bem assim... A memória das experiências pessoais é traiçoeira, escorregadia e selectiva. Acabamos por esquecer o que não queríamos esquecer ao mesmo tempo que memórias que queríamos apagar acabam por emergir quando menos esperamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A propósito deste assunto disse, há algum tempo atrás, &lt;a href="http://cronicasdemim.blogspot.com/2007/02/same-old-same-old.html"&gt;William Jack&lt;/a&gt; (inspirado como sempre!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are funny animals!&lt;br /&gt;Take a rat, a dog or a monkey. They easily learn the difference between reward and punishment. They easily identify actions that will result in pain and avoid them. Not us!&lt;br /&gt;We have a certain tendency to learn with our mistakes but easily forget how much it hurt. And unlike other animals, if we forget the punishment we easily repeat the same behavior and sooner or later the pain of the punishment comes back. Not a shadow anymore in the back of our head, but true pain, sometimes even more intense than before.&lt;br /&gt;And the first reaction is to complain, fill our lives with self-pity, blame other for the pain inflicted. Again we easily forget that it wasn't the first time and we should have learned, we shouldn't have done the same mistake twice, three times or four... So we're the only ones to blame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So here I sit now. After an amazing bloom about coffee and queues and beautiful women, I blame myself. But only today! Tomorrow I shall forget the pain again, I shall not be conditioned again and I'll open my heart and my eyes and I will live another day for the first time and even if the sun just shines for a little bit I will smile and laugh and be who I'll never forget I am!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sim, ainda bem que somos humanos, para podermos viver intensamente, assim como descreves! Tudo graças à nossa memória com vontade própria. Que funciona, mas não de hoje para amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-3900886803304129683?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3900886803304129683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=3900886803304129683&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3900886803304129683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3900886803304129683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-volta-realidade.html' title='De volta à realidade'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-6763485207838779117</id><published>2009-07-23T14:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:14:18.609+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>You've got a very important date...</title><content type='html'>Finalmente um pequeno &lt;a href="http://teaser-trailer.com/2009/06/tim-burtons-alice-in-wonderland-movie.html"&gt;teaser&lt;/a&gt;!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're terribly late, you know? Naughty...!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-6763485207838779117?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/6763485207838779117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=6763485207838779117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/6763485207838779117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/6763485207838779117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/07/youve-got-very-important-date.html' title='You&apos;ve got a very important date...'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-3485756963735636533</id><published>2009-07-20T20:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:37:51.277+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><title type='text'>Cientistas ao palco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cientistas?? No palco?!?!?!  &lt;/span&gt;Passo a &lt;a href="http://www.cientistasaopalco.com/"&gt;citar&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"O Cientistas ao Palco é um dos projectos portugueses seleccionado pela Comissão Europeia no âmbito da Noite dos Investigadores 09. O projecto utiliza o teatro e as artes visuais para levar os cientistas ao grande público. Os cientistas são os principais actores e vão desenvolver várias performances produzidas para o evento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Em simultâneo com as performances de teatro irão acontecer uma série de actividades interactivas para o público.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Vão ser criados múltiplos espaços onde cientistas e o público podem envolver-se na realidade do “cientista”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Para os investigadores...é uma oportunidade de participarem na divulgação das diferentes facetas da vida de um cientista, num ambiente informal e através do teatro. Com esta experiência podem aprender uma nova forma de partilhar o conhecimento com o público e adquirirem experiência na comunicação de ciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Para o público... é uma oportunidade de envolverem-se de perto com a realidade dos investigadores, de reflectirem sobre determinados assuntos científicos, sobre o impacto da ciência na nossa sociedade e de partilharem o seu conhecimento com os cientistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Para todos...é uma oportunidade de conhecerem, reflectirem e debaterem a ciência - o palco onde os cientistas têm o papel principal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já começámos a preparar o evento aqui em Coimbra! Entre teatro, coros, muitas discussões filosóficas (!!) e filmagens, temos passado bons momentos, certo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre outras coisas já percebi que tenho muito potencial para uma carreira profissional na área dos "bloopers"!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo corresse bem à primeira também não tinha piada, não é...?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se quiserem saber mais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cientistasaopalco.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cientistasaopalco.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cientistasaopalco.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://cientistasaopalco.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ou então perguntem! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-3485756963735636533?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3485756963735636533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=3485756963735636533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3485756963735636533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3485756963735636533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/07/cientistas-ao-palco.html' title='Cientistas ao palco'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-5484742053602758091</id><published>2009-07-20T20:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:00:04.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em contagem decrescente....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SmSRGHzyv_I/AAAAAAAABII/3j3yr6W-2xU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SmSRGHzyv_I/AAAAAAAABII/3j3yr6W-2xU/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360568990839259122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já se avistam as férias lá ao fundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, como sempre, nos últimos dias de trabalho surgem mil coisas para fazer...!!! É da maneira que depois o descanso sabe melhor! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-5484742053602758091?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5484742053602758091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=5484742053602758091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5484742053602758091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5484742053602758091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/07/em-contagem-decrescente.html' title='Em contagem decrescente....'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SmSRGHzyv_I/AAAAAAAABII/3j3yr6W-2xU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-8438814765371007574</id><published>2009-07-12T21:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:23:55.541+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>I just can't get enough</title><content type='html'>Nem mesmo a falta dos Depeche Mode estragou a noite! Até porque, NV superou as expectativas, e muito!! Especialmente na opinião do público masculino, completamente rendido à prestação da menina Nadeah em Human fly "... spelled F-L-Y"!!&lt;br /&gt;Mais músicas antigas do que do último álbum, ao contrário do que esperava, mas com muitos momentos altos, como "I just can't get enough", "Love will tear us apart" e "I go out on friday night".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como extra (um extra que foi a melhor surpresa do dia!) ainda tivemos direito a um concerto a lembrar muitas queimas, uma espécie de "best of" dos The Gift! Ficaram  a faltar algumas "obrigatórias" como "Front of, "Clown" e "Butterfly"... Talvez por ter sido um concerto SOS!! :) Desculpo só porque não faltou a MINHA "Ok! Do you want something simple?" :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois disso, um Domingo de muito sol! Com tanto sol, exposições, concertos, esplanadas e muito boa disposição... fico cansada!! :) Mas é um cansaço do bom, daquele que até parece que carrega as baterias para mais uma semana que está já ali a espreitar... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não tenho aqui as fotos mas pode ser que depois partilhe algumas...!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-8438814765371007574?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8438814765371007574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=8438814765371007574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8438814765371007574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8438814765371007574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-cant-get-enough_12.html' title='I just can&apos;t get enough'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-5561974940277725244</id><published>2009-07-08T15:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:47:22.807+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>Alice no país das maravilhas!!</title><content type='html'>Para ver... mas só em Março de 2010...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para já algumas &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1194668/First-glimpse-Johnny-Depp-Helena-Bonham-Carter-Alice-Wonderland-movie.html"&gt;fotos&lt;/a&gt; e pequenas &lt;a href="http://ipsilon.publico.pt/Flash/texto.aspx?id=235444"&gt;notícias&lt;/a&gt; vão dando conta das novidades!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SlSxV6LcQBI/AAAAAAAABIA/5c4-NXgw6xY/s1600-h/alice_wonderland_johnny-depp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SlSxV6LcQBI/AAAAAAAABIA/5c4-NXgw6xY/s320/alice_wonderland_johnny-depp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356100846802976786" 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/325255565460907850-5561974940277725244?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5561974940277725244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=5561974940277725244&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5561974940277725244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5561974940277725244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/07/alice-no-pais-das-maravilhas.html' title='Alice no país das maravilhas!!'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SlSxV6LcQBI/AAAAAAAABIA/5c4-NXgw6xY/s72-c/alice_wonderland_johnny-depp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-8303783197152584864</id><published>2009-07-07T13:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:58:41.107+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>...not knowing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"watching different roads and wonder where my own is rolling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;waiting all day long for a change and it's not showing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;all those moments days and years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;left me standing here not knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;all these people everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;kept me waiting and not knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;holding to myself fear is all that kept me going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;waiting all day long for a change and it's not showing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;all those moments days and years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;left me standing here not knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;all these people everywhere"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Para quem quiser ouvir... Não conheço a versão original (Minimal compact), mas gosto da versão com "ar latino" dos Nouvelle Vague!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/325255565460907850-8303783197152584864?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8303783197152584864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=8303783197152584864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8303783197152584864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8303783197152584864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-knowing.html' title='...not knowing...'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-5977393350577156215</id><published>2009-07-02T09:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:35:53.159+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>5.as À NOITE NOS MUSEUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="pageTitle"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Entre 25 de Junho e 24 de Setembro, 14 quintas-feiras assistirão à abertura “fora de horas” dos espaços museológicos, que serão palco de uma série de actividades de carácter cultural muito diversificado, nomeadamente espectáculos de música erudita e popular, dança, teatro e visitas encenadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;         &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Aqui muito perto podemos ver:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Museu Nacional Machado de Castro     &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ContentDetail1_contentImage" class="contentImage"&gt;                     &lt;img src="http://www.imc-ip.pt/Data/ContentImages/4158%20005.JPG" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ContentDetail1_imageContentNoUrl" title="Museu Nacional Machado de Castro" alt="Museu Nacional Machado de Castro" /&gt;      &lt;div id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ContentDetail1_contentImageAdditionalInformation" class="contentImageAdditionalInformation"&gt;                                                  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                        &lt;div id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ContentDetail1_contentHeader" class="contentLead"&gt;&lt;span class="bold"&gt;9 DE JULHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18h00-21h00&lt;br /&gt;– Visitas guiadas ao “Criptopórtico”&lt;br /&gt;- Visita livre às quatro exposições temporárias&lt;br /&gt;21h30-24h00&lt;br /&gt;- Espectáculo performativo de dança contemporânea, música e poesia no Museu pelo grupo In Anima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outras actividades &lt;a href="http://www.imc-ip.pt/pt-PT/noite_museus/ContentList.aspx"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-5977393350577156215?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5977393350577156215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=5977393350577156215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5977393350577156215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5977393350577156215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/07/5as-noite-nos-museus.html' title='5.as À NOITE NOS MUSEUS'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-6574981785056419857</id><published>2009-06-23T17:09:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:17:59.253+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>It's not that wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Está quase quase!! Toca a decorar a letra! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gu1y1mSxtAs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gu1y1mSxtAs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wrong, wrong, wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was born with the wrong sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the wrong house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the wrong ascendancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took the wrong road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That led to the wrong tendencies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was in the wrong place at the wrong time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the wrong day of the wrong week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used the wrong method with the wrong technique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's something wrong with me chemically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something wrong with me inherently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The wrong mix in the wrong genes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was the wrong plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the wrong hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the wrong theory for the wrong man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The wrong questions with the wrong replies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was marching to the wrong drum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the wrong scum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pissing out the wrong energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Using all the wrong lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the wrong signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the wrong intensity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was on the wrong page of the wrong book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Made the wrong move, every wrong night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the wrong tune played till it sounded right yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wrong, wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Too long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wrong (Too long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wrong (Too long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wrong (Too long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wrong (Too long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was born with the wrong sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the wrong house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the wrong ascendancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took the wrong road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That led to the wrong tendencies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was in the wrong place at the wrong time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the wrong day of the wrong week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used the wrong method with the wrong technique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-6574981785056419857?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-5299698386514171312</id><published>2009-06-18T16:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:19:54.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Até mesmo o céu?</title><content type='html'>Será que posso mudar o tempo? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...até o céu está cinzento de tantas ondas o barco levantar com o baloiço em que anda...!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-5299698386514171312?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5299698386514171312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=5299698386514171312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5299698386514171312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5299698386514171312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/06/ate-mesmo-o-ceu.html' title='Até mesmo o céu?'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-8065560874794162690</id><published>2009-06-15T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:07:34.623+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>NV3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SjZrd5h0hSI/AAAAAAAABHw/zdORCx8P38o/s1600-h/nouvelle-vague-nv3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SjZrd5h0hSI/AAAAAAAABHw/zdORCx8P38o/s200/nouvelle-vague-nv3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347579768952096034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já está na lista de compras! Tem uma versão da música "Blister in the sun" e duetos com alguns dos autores das músicas originais, entre eles Martin Gore dos Depeche Mode em "Master and Servant". Será que vão cantar juntos no Super Bock Super Rock??? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-vos com uma já "velhinha" que estava agora mesmo a ouvir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original: Buzzcocks&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spurn my natural emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I start a commotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run the risk of losing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever fallen in love with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't've fallen in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see much of a future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless we find out what's to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we won't be together much longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless we realize that we are the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever fallen in love with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't've fallen in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You disturb my natural emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if I start a commotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll only end up losing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever fallen in love with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't've fallen in love with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever fallen in love with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't've fallen in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever fallen in love with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't've fallen in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ymp-btn-page-play ymp-media-8a64493c951a8c94d39725e9648a0434" href="http://www.nouvellesvagues.com/mp3/heaven.mp3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="ymp-btn-page-play ymp-media-8a64493c951a8c94d39725e9648a0434" href="http://www.nouvellesvagues.com/mp3/heaven.mp3"&gt;&lt;em class="ymp-skin"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-8065560874794162690?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8065560874794162690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=8065560874794162690&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8065560874794162690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8065560874794162690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/06/nv3.html' title='NV3'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SjZrd5h0hSI/AAAAAAAABHw/zdORCx8P38o/s72-c/nouvelle-vague-nv3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-6454178289563964336</id><published>2009-06-05T21:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:48:57.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há coisas que eu não compreendo...</title><content type='html'>Por exemplo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - porque é que há pessoas que insistem em não acender as luzes do carro quando está a chover ou a anoitecer (garanto que não pagam mais de elctricidade no fim do mês... a sério!)&lt;br /&gt;2 - porque é que há pessoas que insistem em acender os mínimos (luzes de sinalização, para acender quando o carro está PARADO) em vez dos médios... dá mais trabalho ligar os médios que ligar os mínimos?? É que, mais uma vez, não gasta mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não percebo. Ou não aprendemos todos o mesmo código da estrada, ou não sei que se passa...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-6454178289563964336?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/6454178289563964336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=6454178289563964336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/6454178289563964336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/6454178289563964336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/06/ha-coisas-que-eu-nao-compreendo.html' title='Há coisas que eu não compreendo...'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-1144888310078388274</id><published>2009-06-03T23:55:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:46:43.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple as glass of chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Para o meu coração basta o teu peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para a tua liberdade as minhas asas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da minha boca chegará até ao céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o que dormia sobre a tua alma"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda, in "Vinte Poemas de Amor e uma Canção Desesperada"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-1144888310078388274?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/1144888310078388274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=1144888310078388274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/1144888310078388274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/1144888310078388274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/06/simple-as-glass-of-chocolate.html' title='Simple as glass of chocolate'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-525998282214000594</id><published>2009-06-01T14:03:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:55:52.941+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>So close your eyes and read the signs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Choose love, choose love, love&lt;br /&gt;Choose love, choose love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Choose love, choose love, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Choose love, choose love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Choose love, choose love, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Choose love, choose love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Choose love, choose love, love&lt;br /&gt;Choose love, choose love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Choose love, choose love, love&lt;br /&gt;Choose love, choose love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Choose love, choose love, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Choose love, choose love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei muito do bocadinho da música, ainda que pelo telefone...! Já que não deu para ver ao vivo...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada!!! Pelo telefonema, pelo convite, por tudo... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-525998282214000594?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/525998282214000594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=525998282214000594&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/525998282214000594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/525998282214000594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-close-your-eyes-and-read-signs.html' title='So close your eyes and read the signs...'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-4589950858793566932</id><published>2009-05-18T14:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:02:00.559+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Diz que sou a seguir...!</title><content type='html'>Abriu oficialmente a época do casório!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é... e quem é solteira e vai a casmentos arrisaca-se a estas "profecias"! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto quando houver tempo acresento umas fotos.&lt;br /&gt;Até lá, felicidades aos noivos!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-4589950858793566932?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4589950858793566932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=4589950858793566932&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4589950858793566932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4589950858793566932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/05/diz-que-sou-seguir.html' title='Diz que sou a seguir...!'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-4284118681121163347</id><published>2009-05-14T11:51:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:02:21.464+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Erase and rewind</title><content type='html'>Não sou muito de "rewinds", portanto...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que está na hora de concretizar mais um bocadinho as ideias que andamos a alimentar há uns tempos... Pensar em coisas boas que estão para vir anima-nos um bocadinho mais o espírito, certo? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então... e as férias?&lt;br /&gt;... E os concertos? Como vai ser? Não podemos deixar esgotar...!&lt;br /&gt;...... Começamos a marcar ou não...? É tão boa a sensação de começar a ver datas assinaladas a negrito na agenda...! Listas começadas, riscadas e muito emendadas, nos blocos de notas... Pontos de interesse assinalados nos mapas...! Coisas assim... Para começar a parecer mais verdadeiro. Mais próximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ajudar a esquecer esta chuva e estas nuvens cinzentas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Até lá, vou tentar ultrapassar todos os podia... devia... não devia... seria... e se tivesse... e se conseguisse... e se quisesse... e por aí fora...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-4284118681121163347?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4284118681121163347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=4284118681121163347&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4284118681121163347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4284118681121163347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/05/erase-and-rewind.html' title='Erase and rewind'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-4787702825057122957</id><published>2009-05-12T14:01:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:21:13.770+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O segundo também já está acabado! Juntam-se os lobisomens à história, e o triângulo amoroso começa a adivinhar-se...  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica mais um bocadinho só para vocês:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars—points of light and reason… And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"He leaned toward me; his night-dark eyes melted and smoldered and shattered my concentration.&lt;br /&gt;'Please, Bella?' he breathed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-4787702825057122957?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4787702825057122957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=4787702825057122957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4787702825057122957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4787702825057122957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-826037923173532805</id><published>2009-05-07T15:03:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:44:44.463+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>Já acabei o primeiro volume... mais 3 à espera...! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;“Do you truly believe that you care more for me than I do for you?” he murmured, leaning closer to me as he spoke, his dark golden eyes piercing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;“You’re doing it again,” I muttered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;His eyes opened wide with surprise. “What?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;“Dazzling me,” I admitted, trying to concentrate as I looked back at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-826037923173532805?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/826037923173532805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=826037923173532805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/826037923173532805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/826037923173532805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/05/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-1677643205363228270</id><published>2009-05-03T13:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:56:17.099+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>E esta voz canta a doer: "Sem fado nem amor, que resta?..."</title><content type='html'>Estava a ver que não saíamos do jantar a tempo... Nestas alturas já se sabe que é assim. Atraso atrás de atraso, atrás de atraso... Saltámos a sobremesa, saímos de mansinho com um fino para o caminho, e corremos para o outro lado do rio na esperança de chegarmos a tempo! E chegámos. Ao atravessar a ponte começámos a ouvir uma música que não era, de todo, Deolinda e acalmámos o passo... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De novo Deolinda! E de novo um grande concerto! Não entrámos no sítio errado... Nem prendemos o fado na voz... :)&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas pequenas histórias contadas no início de cada música dão outro encanto às canções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E parece que também vão tocar "lá-para-os-meus-lados" no verão... :) Claro que não vou perder! Mas espero que na altura já haja mais umas musiquinhas novas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-1677643205363228270?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/1677643205363228270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=1677643205363228270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/1677643205363228270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/1677643205363228270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-esta-voz-canta-doer-sem-fado-nem-amor.html' title='E esta voz canta a doer: &quot;Sem fado nem amor, que resta?...&quot;'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-8014201207416062424</id><published>2009-05-01T20:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:00:00.579+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Só meras brisas raras...</title><content type='html'>Já tinha saudades do Sol! Era só o detalhe que estava a faltar nesta semana cheia de surpresas, jantares, saídas, bolos feitos sem receita... :) Resumindo: muitos momentos para recordar! Só faltava o bom tempo, que finalmente apareceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que tenham aproveitado esta magnífica tarde de feriado! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-8014201207416062424?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8014201207416062424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=8014201207416062424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8014201207416062424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8014201207416062424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-meras-brisas-raras.html' title='Só meras brisas raras...'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-5883708128779233420</id><published>2009-04-22T16:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:49:49.224+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="titulo"&gt;Sou mesmo distraída... Como é que ainda não me tinha cruzado com isto?? O que vale tenho amigos que sabem dos meus interesses e me vão avisando!!! ;) Obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sónia Tavares e Nuno Gonçalves dos The Gift, Fernando Ribeiro dos Moonspell e Paulo Praça dos Plaza formam os Hoje num projecto discográfico que revisita canções de Amália Rodrigues, agora abordadas sob a forma pop.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica o primeiro tema, para verem e ouvirem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgQeJ6BqRLI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgQeJ6BqRLI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-5883708128779233420?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5883708128779233420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=5883708128779233420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5883708128779233420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5883708128779233420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-440584435455854842</id><published>2009-04-22T10:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:13:54.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Queima das fitas</title><content type='html'>Aqui fica o cartaz das noites do parque deste ano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/Se7fkbqFY0I/AAAAAAAABHg/Gq9Fe-hgB7c/s1600-h/cartaz+queima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/Se7fkbqFY0I/AAAAAAAABHg/Gq9Fe-hgB7c/s400/cartaz+queima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327441226218431298" 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/325255565460907850-440584435455854842?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/440584435455854842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=440584435455854842&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/440584435455854842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/440584435455854842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/04/queima-das-fitas.html' title='Queima das fitas'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/Se7fkbqFY0I/AAAAAAAABHg/Gq9Fe-hgB7c/s72-c/cartaz+queima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-5476040343895994148</id><published>2009-04-22T01:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:27:59.369+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Run</title><content type='html'>Adoro associar músicas a pessoas, momentos, pensamentos... E hoje é esta que fica. Tinha de ser esta. Podiam ser muitas outras, é verdade, mas foi esta... só porque sim! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll sing it one last time for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then we really have to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've been the only thing that's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In all I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can barely look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every single time I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know we'll make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Light up, light up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Louder louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we'll run for our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can hardly speak I understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why you can't raise your voice to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To think I might not see those eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makes it so hard not to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And as we say our long goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I nearly do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Light up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slower slower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We don't have time for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I want is to find an easier way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To get out of our little heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have heart my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're bound to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if it's just for a few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Making up for all this mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Slower slower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We don't have time for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All I want is to find an easier way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-5476040343895994148?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5476040343895994148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=5476040343895994148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5476040343895994148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5476040343895994148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/04/run.html' title='Run'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-1540301544224926054</id><published>2009-04-09T09:56:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:01:57.536+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>One love, one blood, one life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Foi a primeira música que ouvi hoje, por isso já sei que me vai acompanhar ao longo do dia... :) É pena que tenha uma mensagem "menos boa"... Eu sempre achei que era uma música com muita força, e prefiro focar-me no seu lado bom, ainda que tenha de fazer interpretações um bocado enviesadas...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it getting better, or do you feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;Will it make it easier on you, now you got someone to blame?&lt;br /&gt;You say one love, one life, when it's one need in the night.&lt;br /&gt;One love, we get to share it&lt;br /&gt;Leaves you baby if you don't care for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I disappoint you or leave a bad taste in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;You act like you never had love and you want me to go without.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's too late tonight to drag the past out into the light.&lt;br /&gt;We're one, but we're not the same.&lt;br /&gt;We get to carry each other, carry each other... one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you come here for forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;Have you come to raise the dead&lt;br /&gt;Have you come here to play Jesus to the lepers in your head&lt;br /&gt;Did I ask too much, more than a lot&lt;br /&gt;You gave me nothing, now it's all I got.&lt;br /&gt;We're one, but we're not the same.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we hurt each other, then we do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You say love is a temple, love a higher law&lt;br /&gt;Love is a temple, love the higher law.&lt;br /&gt;You ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl&lt;br /&gt;And I can't be holding on to what you got, when all you got is hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One love, one blood, one life, you got to do what you should.&lt;br /&gt;One life with each other: sisters, brothers.&lt;br /&gt;One life, but we're not the same.&lt;br /&gt;We get to carry each other, carry each other.&lt;br /&gt;One, one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.u2tube.org/video.php?title=One&amp;amp;album=Achtung%20Baby"&gt;Bono described the song as such:&lt;/a&gt; "It is a song about coming together, but it's not the old hippie idea of 'Let's all live together.' It is, in fact, the opposite. It's saying, We are one, but we're not the same. It's not saying we even want to get along, but that we have to get along together in this world if it is to survive. It's a reminder that we have no choice". The band has mentioned that many people tell them they have played "One" at their weddings, prompting Bono to respond, "Are you mad? It's about splitting up!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-1540301544224926054?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/1540301544224926054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=1540301544224926054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/1540301544224926054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/1540301544224926054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/04/one.html' title='One love, one blood, one life'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-4775280693290989082</id><published>2009-04-06T13:38:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:35:41.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não é chuva... são gotas de saudade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda ouço o barulho do mar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vejo como se aproxima e se afasta, uma e outra vez, o que torna impossível desenhar uma linha que o defina. E nunca vai parar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O mar transmite-me serenidade, no momento. Mas levo sempre comigo um pouco da sua agitação, da sua oscilação, da sua inconstância... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-4775280693290989082?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4775280693290989082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=4775280693290989082&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4775280693290989082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4775280693290989082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-e-chuva-sao-gotas-de-saudade.html' title='Não é chuva... são gotas de saudade!'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-4702564636584616816</id><published>2009-04-02T14:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:43:42.474+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Lembra-me</title><content type='html'>Já não ouvia há muito tempo... e calhou ouvir agora, portanto, aqui fica! Gosto muito! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Lembra-me de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Margarida Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Já não sei quem és&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei quem és para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não for demais, lembra-me de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei quem és&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei que faço aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não for demais, lembra-me de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ele não tivesse dado tudo o que podia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ela não tivesse a certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia sem esperar, um olhou o outro ao acordar&lt;br /&gt;Despertou e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; pensou para si:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei quem és&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei que faço aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não for demais, lembra-me de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiseram os dois que não tivesse sido assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas assim o escolheram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda dormentes, no momento, disseram:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-me dos sitios onde andei, do que passei contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-me os momentos que guardei - não tenho lembranças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Lembra-me dos dias em que vivia por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-me as promessas que te fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não for demais, lembra-me de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não for demais, lembra-me de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei quem és&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já nã sei quem és para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não for demais, lembra-me de nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-4702564636584616816?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4702564636584616816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=4702564636584616816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4702564636584616816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4702564636584616816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/04/lembra-me.html' title='Lembra-me'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-7974338568223512979</id><published>2009-03-30T22:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:13:46.891+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>A luz do escuro!</title><content type='html'>Não sei qual foi o impacto global da tal "Earth hour", mas conseguiu ser o ponto de partida para um jantar à luz das velas muito bem passado! Não faltou boa disposição, vinho e (muita!) ginja com chocolate... ;) E a sobremesa improvisada também não calhou nada mal!!&lt;br /&gt;Com toda a energia que poupámos durante o jantar, tínhamos de sair para dançar! Foi muito divertido, mas perfeito perfeito, só se a música fosse um bocadinho menos... não sei explicar... Menos "de discoteca"? Não faz muito sentido, mas acho que é mesmo isso que quero dizer!! :) São gostos...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sejamos sinceros, a verdade é que a situação não importa...! Nós "fazemos a festa" seja quando, onde e como for...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-7974338568223512979?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/7974338568223512979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=7974338568223512979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/7974338568223512979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/7974338568223512979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/03/luz-do-escuro.html' title='A luz do escuro!'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-4466768365006056144</id><published>2009-03-26T20:06:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:21:42.807Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Lose control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma teoria de um dos pacientes do Dr House fez-me lembrar desta música. O que ele dizia era qualquer como isto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     "Playing by the rules makes everyone else happy.&lt;br /&gt;But does that make you happy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't remember my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't really care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can we play the game your way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I really lose control?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just once in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'd be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to lose control - just once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the pretty flowers in the dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary had a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes black as coals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we play very quiet, my lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary never has to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just once in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'd be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to lose control - just once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I cut you down to a thing I can use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear there will be nothing good left of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E quem não perde o controlo de vez em quando? E às vezes é o melhor que nos podia acontecer.                     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/325255565460907850-4466768365006056144?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4466768365006056144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=4466768365006056144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4466768365006056144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4466768365006056144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/03/lose-control.html' title='Lose control'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-3893894449125185531</id><published>2009-03-26T11:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:45:20.214Z</updated><title type='text'>Earth hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/ScttxDjmEAI/AAAAAAAABGQ/UmXELlkiJMM/s1600-h/earth-hour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/ScttxDjmEAI/AAAAAAAABGQ/UmXELlkiJMM/s320/earth-hour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317464474576621570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.earthhour.org/home/pt:pt"&gt;De que se trata?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É algo tão simples como desligar o interruptor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que começou como um movimento quase espontâneo que pretendia incentivar os habitantes de Sidney a apagar as suas luzes e despertarem para os problemas ambientais, cresceu e tornou-se numa das maiores iniciativas mundiais de luta contra as alterações climáticas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Em 2009, às 20H30 de 28 de Março, pessoas em todo o mundo são desafiadas a apagarem as suas luzes por uma hora – a Hora do Planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretende-se este ano que mil milhões de pessoas, em mais de 1000 cidades, se unam em torno deste movimento e com este gesto simbólico mostrem que é possível tomar medidas contra o aquecimento global.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Hora do Planeta começou em 2007, na cidade australiana de Sidney. Nessa altura 2,2 milhões de habitações e empresas desligaram as suas luzes por uma hora. Apenas um ano mais tarde é que este evento se transformou no movimento global para a sustentabilidade que é hoje, com a participação de cerca de 100 milhões de pessoas e abrangendo 35 países.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desde então, marcos emblemáticos mundiais, tais como a ponte Golden Gate, em São Francisco (EUA), o Coliseu de Roma, em Itália, e o painel publicitário da Coca-Cola em Times Square (Nova Iorque, EUA), ficaram às escuras, como símbolos de esperança por uma causa que se torna mais urgente a cada hora que passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Hora do Planeta 2009 é um apelo global de acção a todos os cidadãos, todas as empresas e todos os Governos. Um apelo para marcar presença, assumir responsabilidade e envolver-se num esforço conjunto para um futuro sustentável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edifícios e marcos simbólicos, desde a Europa até às Américas, vão permanecer às escuras no dia 28 de Março. Em várias cidades do mundo, incluindo Lisboa, as pessoas vão apagar as luzes e unir-se para criar uma acção vital que se pretende que desencadeie a discussão sobre o futuro do nosso precioso planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mais de 70 países vão participar na Hora do Planeta 2009. Este número cresce diariamente à medida que as pessoas começam a entender este movimento como um acto tão simples que pode gerar tão profundamente a mudança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Hora do Planeta é uma mensagem de esperança e uma mensagem de acção. Cada um de nós pode fazer a diferença!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.earthhour.org/"&gt;http://www.earthhour.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E então? Como vamos passar esta hora sem luz? Ideias, alguém tem??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-3893894449125185531?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3893894449125185531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=3893894449125185531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3893894449125185531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3893894449125185531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth hour'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/ScttxDjmEAI/AAAAAAAABGQ/UmXELlkiJMM/s72-c/earth-hour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-3486465115983803560</id><published>2009-03-19T09:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:56:52.950Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>Quebrar o silêncio...com Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dia Mundial da Poesia- 21 de Março&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festival da Poesia, sábado no CCB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Este dia é para as gentes lusas, que se banham no mar salgado pelas lágrimas de Portugal, que já andaram por mares nunca dantes navegados, que sabem que o poeta é um fingidor. Que finge tão completamente Que chega a fingir que é dor. A dor que deveras sente. Que sabem quão contrário a si mesmo é o amor, que é fogo que arde sem se ver, um não querer mais que bem querer, um andar solitário entre a gente; nunca contentar-se de estar contente, um cuidar que ganha em se perder. Para todos quantos esperam anciosamente pelo primeiro Dia de Primavera para receber palavras que nos beijam, como se tivessem boca. Palavras de amor, de esperança. De imenso amor, de esperança louca. Palavras que se recusam Aos muros do (...) desgosto. (...) Esperadas inesperadas Como a poesia ou o amor." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://lecool.com/cities/lisboa/newsletters/current.html"&gt;lecool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-3486465115983803560?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3486465115983803560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=3486465115983803560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3486465115983803560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3486465115983803560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/03/quebrar-o-silenciocom-poesia.html' title='Quebrar o silêncio...com Poesia'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-5227508836084394106</id><published>2009-03-15T23:36:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:59:05.091Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>É isso...&lt;br /&gt;É tudo relativo.&lt;br /&gt;Somos todos diferentes, (re)agimos de maneiras diferentes, interpretamos de maneiras diferentes, pensamos de maneiras diferentes... Não somos transparentes nem mesmo quando pretendemos ser. É assim. Vamos antes viver. E não pensar demais, esperar, especular, cobrar, analisar... Para quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We'll collect the moments one by one, I guess that's how the future's done"&lt;/span&gt; (Eu acrescentaria que a felicidade também!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranho final para um dia tão bem passado, mas às vezes tem de ser. Já tinha saudades de um passeio à beira-mar! Soube mesmo bem. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-5227508836084394106?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5227508836084394106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=5227508836084394106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5227508836084394106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5227508836084394106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-812842635549106889</id><published>2009-03-14T20:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:23:42.858Z</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate!</title><content type='html'>Se amanhã não houver Festival do chocolate, pelo menos bolo de chocolate já há! Mas bom, bom, era que houvesse as duas coisas...! Vamos lá ver se conseguimos entrar sem muitas filas e esperas desesperantes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com a brilhante ideia de me estrear a fazer bolos descobri que:&lt;br /&gt;1 - A minha batedeira está incompleta. Ou seja, tem a máquina, mas varetas nem vê-las (é o que dá andar sempre a mudar de casa....)!! Tudo se resolve... teve de ser à antiga... à mão...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Há um limite para a quantidade de massa que se põe na forma... Foi mesmo à tangente, mais um bocadinho e vinha por fora...! (Ainda assim, correu bem.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Existem sites de "cake troubleshooting"! Pois... se os descobri quer dizer que precisei deles... nem tudo correu bem...!! O bolo ficou um bocadinho agarrado à forma, no momento de o desenformar... :) Dizem os entendidos que devo ter barrado mal a forma, com pouca margarina e farinha, ou que esperei pouco tempo antes de desenformar... (acredito mais na segunda, estava com pressa de ver como tinha ficado...!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos sempre a aprender... Para a próxima sai melhor de certeza! Mas o sabor está lá, e para receita inventada na hora não está nada mau...mesmo! Só falta conseguir repetir a receita para a próxima. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-812842635549106889?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/812842635549106889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=812842635549106889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/812842635549106889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/812842635549106889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/03/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate!'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-782360722342003126</id><published>2009-03-12T11:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:02:16.115Z</updated><title type='text'>17</title><content type='html'>17ºC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era a temperatura marcada no termómetro do meu carro hoje de manhã.&lt;br /&gt;Já começa mesmo a cheirar a Primvera... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de dias de Sol! Devo ter escondido em mim um painel solar qualquer que me faz ter mais energia e bom humor nos dias luminosos e quentinhos!! Pena que não dê para aproveitar a 100%... Mas as horas de almoço, os fins de tarde e os fins de semana, se forem bem aproveitados, já dão para carregar baterias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-782360722342003126?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/782360722342003126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=782360722342003126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/782360722342003126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/782360722342003126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/03/17.html' title='17'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-8506188843238303186</id><published>2009-03-08T15:25:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:48:53.525Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>...running out</title><content type='html'>Não chega para descrever como foi estar lá ao vivo... mas aqui fica para recordar! (...estávamos bem afinados...!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYswJDkAwfs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYswJDkAwfs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END OF RINGTONE 1 --&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Time Is Running Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; "I think I'm drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asphyxiated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break this spell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you've created&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're something beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A contradiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the friction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be the death of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be the death of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you bury it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you smother it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you murder it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time is running out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time is running out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't push it underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop it screaming out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bound and restricted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm addicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know I'm trapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sense of elation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd never dream of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking this fixation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will squeeze the life out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you bury it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you smother it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you murder it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time is running out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time is running out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't push it underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop it screaming out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it come to this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will suck the life out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you bury it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you smother it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you murder it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time is running out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time is running out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't push it underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop it screaming out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it come to this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...como é que uma mesma música nos pode dizer coisas diferentes em momentos diferentes...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-8506188843238303186?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8506188843238303186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=8506188843238303186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8506188843238303186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8506188843238303186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/03/running-out.html' title='...running out'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-1114943634551166417</id><published>2009-03-05T17:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:44:52.508Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><title type='text'>Musicians are fine-tuned to others' emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today, In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.newscientist.com/article/dn16709-musicians-are-finetuned-to-others-emotions.html?DCMP=OTC-rss&amp;amp;nsref=online-news"&gt;NewScientist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical training might help autistic children to interpret other people's emotions. A study has revealed brain changes involved in playing a musical instrument that seem to enhance your ability to pick up subtle emotional cues in conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It seems that playing music can help you do all kinds of things better," says Nina Kraus from Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois. "Musical experience sharpens your hearing not just for music, but for other sounds too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier studies suggested that musicians are especially good at identifying emotions expressed in speech, such as anger or sadness. But it wasn't clear what kind of brain activity makes the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out, Kraus and her colleagues recruited 30 musicians and non-musicians, aged 19 to 35. Entertained by watching a subtitled nature film, they repeatedly heard a baby crying through earphones. Using scalp electrodes, the team measured the electrical response to the sounds in each volunteer's brainstem, which links the auditory nerve to the cerebral cortex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the musicians, the response to complex parts of the sound, in which the frequency rapidly changes, was especially high. But the musicians had lower responses than non-musicians to simpler sections of the baby's sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's as though the musicians are saving their neural resources for the complex portions, which the non-musicians didn't respond to particularly well," Kraus told New Scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both more years of musical experience and learning to play an instrument at a young age increased a musician's response to the complex sounds. That suggests music practice makes the difference, rather than simply having a natural talent for music in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therapeutic tool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It used to be we thought sensory systems were pretty passive – they took the sound and just passed the information to the cerebral cortex where all the hard work and thinking was done," says Kraus. "But now we're understanding that as we use our sensory systems in an active way, this feeds back and shapes the sensory system all the way down through the brainstem to the ear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results suggest musical training might be useful for kids with dyslexia, some of whom have trouble processing sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, these children have trouble processing the complex sounds for which musicians develop an especially good ear. Autistic children might also benefit, if improving their responses to complex sounds helps them interpret emotional speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may also be possible that measurements of brainstem responses to sound could help diagnose autism and language disorders in an objective and reliable way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journal reference: European Journal of Neuroscience (DOI: 10.1111/j.1460-9568.2009.06617.x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-1114943634551166417?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/1114943634551166417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=1114943634551166417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/1114943634551166417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/1114943634551166417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/03/musicians-are-fine-tuned-to-others.html' title='Musicians are fine-tuned to others&apos; emotions'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-5669267863479730062</id><published>2009-03-03T18:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:33:37.124Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Choose love</title><content type='html'>Sim, às vezes acordamos com uma música na cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi esta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"I choose to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But I look for you all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I choose to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But I'm begging for you to come..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aposto que já ouviram por aí... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-5669267863479730062?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5669267863479730062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=5669267863479730062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5669267863479730062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5669267863479730062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/03/choose-love.html' title='Choose love'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-5849398310664345343</id><published>2009-03-01T14:33:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:41:34.762Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Mais uma sugestão de fim de semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fui finalmente visitar a Fundação de Serralves, no Porto. Começámos pelo museu, onde estavam várias exposições. Uma de escultura e desenhos em impermeável era de Juan Muñoz "Uma retrospectiva", outra de pintura/impressões, de Christopher Wool. Havia ainda na biblioteca uma exposição sobre arte na literatura infantil, denominada "Do Rato Mickey  a Andy Warhol". A que mais me macou foi sem dúvida a primeira, de Juan Muñoz. Achei as suas obras muito originais e com muita expressividade, muito eficientes em transmitir uma mensagem, na minha opinião... Deixo-vos algumas "amostras", uma pequena visita virtual...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdFBrgyfI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Q74Kds3DPH4/s1600-h/DSCF2351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdFBrgyfI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Q74Kds3DPH4/s320/DSCF2351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308227820485396978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdF3v-UpI/AAAAAAAABEo/M2VO7WblT4s/s1600-h/DSCF2390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdF3v-UpI/AAAAAAAABEo/M2VO7WblT4s/s320/DSCF2390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308227834999624338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdFtvrrhI/AAAAAAAABEY/CpQwm58l9s8/s1600-h/DSCF2356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdFtvrrhI/AAAAAAAABEY/CpQwm58l9s8/s320/DSCF2356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308227832314048018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdFwaiNqI/AAAAAAAABEg/2mAEQPswouk/s1600-h/DSCF2360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdFwaiNqI/AAAAAAAABEg/2mAEQPswouk/s320/DSCF2360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308227833030653602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdSO3CVEI/AAAAAAAABE4/L622xxxWuFI/s1600-h/DSCF2398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdSO3CVEI/AAAAAAAABE4/L622xxxWuFI/s320/DSCF2398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308228047361692738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdGK5yd4I/AAAAAAAABEw/SfgjXavpc6w/s1600-h/DSCF2395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdGK5yd4I/AAAAAAAABEw/SfgjXavpc6w/s320/DSCF2395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308227840141064066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depois das exposições, um delicioso passeio pelos jardins e uma rápida visita à casa de Serralves, "exemplar único da arquitectura Art Déco". Desta vez não havia no seu interior nenhuma exposição temporária, mas visitámos a casa assim mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdSP4RNEI/AAAAAAAABFA/z6inQlUfdiU/s1600-h/DSCF2446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdSP4RNEI/AAAAAAAABFA/z6inQlUfdiU/s320/DSCF2446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308228047635297346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdSZ2XQqI/AAAAAAAABFI/QBP3k6kmqXo/s1600-h/DSCF2482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdSZ2XQqI/AAAAAAAABFI/QBP3k6kmqXo/s320/DSCF2482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308228050311660194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqivLdHdgI/AAAAAAAABFw/F1w0k5JMNkw/s1600-h/DSCF2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqivLdHdgI/AAAAAAAABFw/F1w0k5JMNkw/s320/DSCF2332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308234042222016002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já que estávamos ali tão perto, porque não um passeio à beira-mar? E aproveitar o sol, ir até uma esplanada e fazer uma curta visita ao castelo do queijo...? :) Soube muito bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdSqNJ_0I/AAAAAAAABFQ/Gu-uPelUT9g/s1600-h/DSCF2505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdSqNJ_0I/AAAAAAAABFQ/Gu-uPelUT9g/s320/DSCF2505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308228054702227266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdS6d1p2I/AAAAAAAABFY/zH5bEmikR4k/s1600-h/DSCF2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdS6d1p2I/AAAAAAAABFY/zH5bEmikR4k/s320/DSCF2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308228059067164514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/Saqdc7AOPWI/AAAAAAAABFg/tjHqXT7cdN0/s1600-h/DSCF2522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/Saqdc7AOPWI/AAAAAAAABFg/tjHqXT7cdN0/s320/DSCF2522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308228231010073954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumo a Vila Real, onde dormimos, começámos por fazer uma visita ao centro histórico da cidade. Jantámos no restaurante "Terra de Montanha", que aconselho vivamente! Tanto pela comida como pelo ambiente. Para terem uma ideia, jantámos dentro de uma pipa de vinho! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqkdG8Pj7I/AAAAAAAABGA/q3AFkQSufdQ/s1600-h/vila+real+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqkdG8Pj7I/AAAAAAAABGA/q3AFkQSufdQ/s320/vila+real+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308235930796003250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqkcwQx4eI/AAAAAAAABF4/5liBiRPQDyQ/s1600-h/vila+real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqkcwQx4eI/AAAAAAAABF4/5liBiRPQDyQ/s320/vila+real.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308235924708123106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo, dia de regresso... Primeira paragem na Régua, para visitar o Museu do Douro. Visitámos duas exposições: a primeira, "Barão de Forrester, Razão e Sentimento: Uma história do Douro", na sede do Museu do Douro, e a segunda, "Memória da Terra do Vinho", no Edifício do Solar do Vinho do Porto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem (como eu!) não conhecia a importância que este Barão teve no desenvolvimento da região, aqui fica um resumo:&lt;br /&gt;"Joseph James Forrester foi uma das figuras mais emblemáticas da história duriense, tendo sido um precursor no desenvolvimento de estudos científicos sobre viticultura, cartografia e fotografia. Este escocês foi um homem com uma visão grandiosa do Douro. O seu contributo para o desenvolvimento do Douro Vinhateiro ainda hoje se faz sentir, nomeadamente na cartografia (autor do principal mapa sobre a Região Demarcada do Douro) e no desenvolvimento da própria actividade vitivinícola. Em grande parte graças às inovações introduzidas por Forrester, o Douro assumiu, durante o séc. XIX, uma grande importância no comércio internacional de vinhos." (www.museudodouro.pt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A viagem continuou, enquanto a paisagem mudava, das águas do Douro e das vinhas para os montes mais rochosos da beira alta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/Saqlv5ivZkI/AAAAAAAABGI/x4znF22Do2I/s1600-h/museu+douro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/Saqlv5ivZkI/AAAAAAAABGI/x4znF22Do2I/s320/museu+douro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308237353128519234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqddCCIwGI/AAAAAAAABFo/7o1wL1vGRW8/s1600-h/DSCF2608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqddCCIwGI/AAAAAAAABFo/7o1wL1vGRW8/s320/DSCF2608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308228232897151074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica mais uma sugestão... Estes pequenos passeios são ou não são boas alternativas a horas passadas em frente à televisão?? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-5849398310664345343?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5849398310664345343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=5849398310664345343&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5849398310664345343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5849398310664345343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-uma-sugestao-de-fim-de-semana.html' title='Mais uma sugestão de fim de semana'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SaqdFBrgyfI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Q74Kds3DPH4/s72-c/DSCF2351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-7842282245437800749</id><published>2009-02-23T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:00:31.051Z</updated><title type='text'>Festa!</title><content type='html'>Que há de melhor para repor sorrisos do que uma festa? Pronto... se tem de ser de Carnaval, tudo bem... não ligo muito, mas serve!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festa de Carnaval da RUC, Convento de S. Francisco. Lá estarei, mascarada de....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...descubram por vocês mesmos...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-7842282245437800749?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/7842282245437800749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=7842282245437800749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/7842282245437800749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/7842282245437800749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/02/festa.html' title='Festa!'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-2362319228379079302</id><published>2009-02-23T18:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:03:04.958Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sim, a Laurinha é linda!!! Já a fui conhecer! :)&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez, parabéns aos pais! É linda, perfeitinha e sossegadinha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-2362319228379079302?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/2362319228379079302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=2362319228379079302&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/2362319228379079302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/2362319228379079302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/02/sim-laurinha-e-linda-ja-fui-conhecer.html' title=''/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-1084623877961019312</id><published>2009-02-22T22:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:47:21.216+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>À flor da pele</title><content type='html'>Se há dias em que o sorriso se sobrepõe a todas as emoções... há outros em que uma simples lembrança, uma música, um conjunto de palavras (ou outra coisa qualquer) fazem chorar... sem ser por isto ou por aquilo... só porque sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que existem coincidências? E quando pensamos numa música (que nem sequer está "na moda"... já lá vai o tempo...!) e esta passa na rádio 20 minutos a seguir? Num rádio que esteve ligado apenas umas 2 ou 3 horas durante todo o dia? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma música já referida neste blog. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sopro do coração&lt;/span&gt;, Clã.&lt;br /&gt;E lembrei-me dela por causa do turbilhão de emoções... é isso que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tudo o resto que não sei explicar, estes dias ficaram marcados pelo nascimento da minha "sobrinha" linda, a Laura! :) O que me fez muito feliz e muito ansiosa para a ver e para lhe pegar ao colo! E para dar um beijinho especial aos pais, claro!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-1084623877961019312?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/1084623877961019312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=1084623877961019312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/1084623877961019312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/1084623877961019312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/02/flor-da-pele.html' title='À flor da pele'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-7048683178383471496</id><published>2009-02-15T20:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:36:23.859Z</updated><title type='text'>Baterias carregadas!</title><content type='html'>Já tardava em aparecer, mas quando apareceu foi a sério! O Sol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esteve um Domingo fantástico! Estava-se mesmo bem na rua... Sem frio, nem demasiado calor... Só uma enorme vontade de aproveitar bem todos os segundos... e sorrir! Acredito mesmo que o bom tempo traz boa disposição! :)&lt;br /&gt;Para aproveitar aquela luminosidade espectacular só faltou a máquina fotográfica. Para a próxima (sim, porque espero que dias destes se repetitam muitas vezes!) não me vou esquecer dela em casa...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo fica ainda mais doce quando podemos partilhar estes momentos... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Ficamos com as baterias carregadas para a semana inteira!&lt;br /&gt;... E com um brilhozinho nos olhos... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-7048683178383471496?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/7048683178383471496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=7048683178383471496&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/7048683178383471496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/7048683178383471496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/02/baterias-carregadas.html' title='Baterias carregadas!'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-4058949270453266861</id><published>2009-02-12T17:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:02:13.476Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><title type='text'>200 anos de Darwin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/2009/02/12/centrais/celebrar_o_legado_darwin.html"&gt;CELEBRAR O LEGADO DE DARWIN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O naturalista inglês Charles Darwin nasceu há 200 anos em Shrewsbury, na Inglaterra. A viagem que fez à volta do mundo no famoso navio 'Beagle' acabaria por mudar a sua vida e repercutir-se profundamente na ciência. Mas não se livrou de polémica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando embarcou, em 1931, como naturalista, no HMS Beagle, para uma viagem que devia durar dois anos, Charles Darwin não sabia que isso iria mudar a sua vida e muito menos revolucionar a história da ciência e a forma como a humanidade se vê a si própria e à vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, dia em que se comemoram 200 anos sobre o nascimento de Charles Darwin, o legado do naturalista inglês continua actual e vivo, nos caminhos trilhados pela biologia molecular e genética, mas também na biotecnologia e na própria biologia da evolução. Foram as suas ideias que abriram este caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Origin of Species (cujos 150 anos de publicação também se comemoram este ano) defendia a origem comum de toda a vida actual num organismo ancestral. A selecção natural dos mais aptos era uma das suas ideias centrais. O livro grangeou adeptos e causou polémica. Até hoje, pela voz dos criacionistas, a polémica continua. Mas o que ciência demonstrou de muitas maneiras neste século e meio foi que Darwin tinha razão. Na verdade, não há biologia sem evolução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Diário de Notícias)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-4058949270453266861?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4058949270453266861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=4058949270453266861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4058949270453266861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4058949270453266861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/02/200-anos-de-darwin.html' title='200 anos de Darwin'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-6174239550437123487</id><published>2009-02-10T16:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:58:53.039Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Why Me, Myself and I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Because of this... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me, Myself and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The Gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I try to kill those ghosts inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;That voice you've spoke is yelling in my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;(And I don't believe in love fools)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd like to have those eyes you want to kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I had that voice you want to ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;(And I don't believe in love fools)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;This feeling is so hard that I can't speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish you touch my hair when I'm asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;(And I don't believe in love fools)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;The words you wrote are putting me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that love was for somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;You and I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;You and I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;You and I ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaving old stories far behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;And it feels good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's so warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Having those eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Playing with me, myself and I..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-6174239550437123487?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/6174239550437123487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=6174239550437123487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/6174239550437123487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/6174239550437123487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-me-myself-and-i.html' title='Why Me, Myself and I?'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-6217564574242389828</id><published>2009-02-05T17:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:41:08.907Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Secret heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aqui ficam algumas "respostas" ao teu "Secret heart", de que eu tanto gostei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se às vezes é porque não nos conseguimos ouvir, outras é porque não conseguimos falar, outras é porque, apesar de tudo, não conseguimos entender... Entender os outros. Os silêncios. Os sorrisos. Os gestos. Aquele olhar... E acima de tudo, às vezes não nos entendemos a nós próprios... Nem nos queremos dar a entender...!&lt;br /&gt;Ou então é só porque temos medo. Medo do desconhecido, medo de nos enganarmos, (medo de acertarmos?) ... :)&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que complicamos o que podia ser simples...? Não sei. Se calhar simplesmente pensamos demais... Racionalizamos demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, como costumas dizer muitas vezes: estamos bem assim! E isso é que importa. E se não fossem estes pequenos detalhes "complicados"... a vida não tinha o mesmo sabor! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito, e respondo à "tua"(minha?) música, com outra...! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Não Sei Falar De Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Deolinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ó vizinho, ora bom dia!&lt;br /&gt;como vai a saúdinha?&lt;br /&gt;(eu não sei falar de amor...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó vizinho e este tempo?&lt;br /&gt;a chuva dá pouco alento...&lt;br /&gt;(e eu não sei falar de amor...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó vizinho e o carteiro?&lt;br /&gt;que se engana no correio...&lt;br /&gt;(e eu não sei falar de amor...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E soubesse eu artifícios&lt;br /&gt;de falar sem o dizer&lt;br /&gt;não ia ser tão difícil&lt;br /&gt;revelar-te o meu querer...&lt;br /&gt;A timidez ata-me a pedras&lt;br /&gt;e afunda-me no rio&lt;br /&gt;quanto mais o amor medra&lt;br /&gt;mais se afoga o desvario...&lt;br /&gt;E retrai-se o atrevimento&lt;br /&gt;a pequenas bolhas de ar...&lt;br /&gt;E o querer deste meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;vai sempre parar ao mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó vizinho e a novela,&lt;br /&gt;será que ele ficou com ela?&lt;br /&gt;(e eu não sei falar de amor...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó vizinho e o respeito?&lt;br /&gt;não se leva nada a peito...&lt;br /&gt;(e eu não sei falar de amor...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;E soubesse eu artifícios&lt;br /&gt;de falar sem o dizer&lt;br /&gt;não ia ser tão difícil&lt;br /&gt;revelar-te o meu querer...&lt;br /&gt;A timidez ata-me a pedras&lt;br /&gt;e afunda-me no rio&lt;br /&gt;quanto mais o amor medra&lt;br /&gt;mais se afoga o desvario...&lt;br /&gt;E retrai-se o atrevimento&lt;br /&gt;a pequenas bolhas de ar...&lt;br /&gt;E o querer deste meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;vai sempre parar ao mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ó vizinho então adeus!&lt;br /&gt;vou cuidar de sonhos meus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;que eu não sei falar de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-6217564574242389828?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/6217564574242389828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=6217564574242389828&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/6217564574242389828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/6217564574242389828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/02/secret-heart.html' title='Secret heart'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-6166541341318241360</id><published>2009-02-03T13:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:16:59.123Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"We see everything in a glass, darkly. Sometimes we can peer through the glass and see what is there on the other side. If you polish the glass, you will be able to see what is behind the glass much clearer; but you will be unable to see yourself."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jostein Gaarder (Through a Glass, Darkly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-6166541341318241360?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/6166541341318241360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=6166541341318241360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/6166541341318241360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/6166541341318241360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-see-everything-in-glass-darkly.html' title=''/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-7678488972724157792</id><published>2009-02-01T01:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:34:13.731Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Músicas que ficam...</title><content type='html'>"Ay,&lt;br /&gt;abrázame esta noche&lt;br /&gt;aunque no tengas ganas&lt;br /&gt;prefiero que me mientas&lt;br /&gt;tristes breves nuestras vidas&lt;br /&gt;acércate a mí&lt;br /&gt;abrázame a ti por Dios&lt;br /&gt;entrégate a mis brazos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... continua na minha cabeça...! Assim fecho os olhos e parece que ainda lá estou... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E tu, porque não me sais da cabeça?? Quero esquecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-7678488972724157792?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/7678488972724157792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=7678488972724157792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/7678488972724157792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/7678488972724157792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/02/musicas-que-ficam.html' title='Músicas que ficam...'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-2555449571871848892</id><published>2009-01-31T01:14:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:35:53.022Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>It's just a lonely carousel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...And all the time the world unwinds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can´t deny the way I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The truth is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond this lonely carousel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all these words, they mean nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a cruel remedy a strange tragedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of what will be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo concerto de Rodrigo Leão a que assisto. Mais uma vez adorei... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se explica. Ouve-se... e sente-se. E às vezes canta-se, nem que seja em silêncio... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-2555449571871848892?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/2555449571871848892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=2555449571871848892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/2555449571871848892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/2555449571871848892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-just-lonely-carousel.html' title='It&apos;s just a lonely carousel'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-3651054708221609572</id><published>2009-01-27T21:17:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:34:55.711Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Voodoo Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deixo-vos com uma pequenina história de um livro que comprei ontem (que ainda não li... mas estou muito muito curiosa!). Já sou admiradora da obra de Tim Burton há muito, mas esta faceta ainda não conhecia... Quando acabar partilharei a minha opinião acerca deste "A morte melancólica do rapaz ostra e outras estórias".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SX97MQIrdgI/AAAAAAAABCY/MrkOjqJO17E/s1600-h/tim+burton+voodoo+heart.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SX97MQIrdgI/AAAAAAAABCY/MrkOjqJO17E/s320/tim+burton+voodoo+heart.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296087137231009282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para já encantei-me com a versão original deste "Voodoo Girl". Não sei porquê mas este coração cheio de alfinetes às cores parece-me familiar... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voodoo Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SX98DU449cI/AAAAAAAABCo/9RD2Q36beEY/s1600-h/voodoo+girl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SX98DU449cI/AAAAAAAABCo/9RD2Q36beEY/s320/voodoo+girl.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296088083399767490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p:colorscheme colors="#ffffff,#000000,#808080,#000000,#bbe0e3,#333399,#009999,#99cc00"&gt;  &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s1026" class="O"&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Her skin i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s white cloth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;and she's all sewn apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;and she has many colored pins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sticking out of her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She has many different zombies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;who are deeply in her trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She even has a zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;who was originally from France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SX98DtoZjjI/AAAAAAAABCw/UUjwWKf-8pc/s1600-h/vodoo+boys.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SX98DtoZjjI/AAAAAAAABCw/UUjwWKf-8pc/s320/vodoo+boys.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296088090041486898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But she knows she has a curse on her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a curse she cannot win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For if someone gets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;too close to her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;the pins stick farther in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SX98DWOb-6I/AAAAAAAABCg/OMgzg11o8VU/s1600-h/voodoo+heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SX98DWOb-6I/AAAAAAAABCg/OMgzg11o8VU/s320/voodoo+heart.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296088083758578594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/325255565460907850-3651054708221609572?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3651054708221609572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=3651054708221609572&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3651054708221609572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3651054708221609572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/01/voodoo-heart_27.html' title='Voodoo Heart'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SX97MQIrdgI/AAAAAAAABCY/MrkOjqJO17E/s72-c/tim+burton+voodoo+heart.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-910089215121358416</id><published>2009-01-22T21:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:19:00.131Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Preparados para o frio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora que os acessos estão abertos e as pistas também.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que paisagens como esta estejam à nossa espera... Mas nada de estradas cortadas, nevões que nos impeçam de sair à rua ou de ir fazer ski!! :)  Dos fins de semana passados na neve só tenho boas recordações, espero coleccionar mais algumas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXJLzU-rpLI/AAAAAAAABB0/CMhqe1uFZ6o/s1600-h/P1070023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXJLzU-rpLI/AAAAAAAABB0/CMhqe1uFZ6o/s400/P1070023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292375857290781874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-910089215121358416?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/910089215121358416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=910089215121358416&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/910089215121358416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/910089215121358416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/01/preparados-para-o-frio.html' title='Preparados para o frio?'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXJLzU-rpLI/AAAAAAAABB0/CMhqe1uFZ6o/s72-c/P1070023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-8072207890680098381</id><published>2009-01-18T17:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:19:17.298Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Bitter.Sweet.Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(adjective) 1 having a sharp, pungent taste or smell; not sweet. 2 causing pain or unhappiness. 3 feeling anger, hurt, and resentment. 4 (of a conflict) harsh and acrimonious. 5 (of wind or weather) intensely cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(noun) 1 Brit. beer that is strongly flavoured with hops and has a bitter taste. 2 (bitters) treated as sing. liquor that is flavoured with bitter plant extracts and used as an ingredient in cocktails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(adjective) 1 having the pleasant taste characteristic of sugar or honey; not salt, sour, or bitter. 2 fragrant. 3 (of air, water, etc.) fresh and pure. 4 working, moving, or done smoothly or easily. 5 pleasing; delightful. 6 pleasant and kind or thoughtful. 7 charming and endearing. 8 dear; beloved. 9 (sweet on) informal, dated infatuated or in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(noun) 1 Brit. a small shaped piece of confectionery made with sugar. 2 Brit. a sweet dish forming a course of a meal; a dessert. 3 (sweets) literary the pleasures or delights found in something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(adjective) 1 living; not dead. 2 continuing in existence or use. 3 alert and active. 4 having interest and meaning. 5 (alive with) swarming or teeming with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Whatever the definition you chose for each of these words, the truth is there's always a little bit of bitterness and a tiny spark of sweetness that makes you feel alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alive, so you can feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alive, so you can fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alive, so you can kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alive, so you can forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alive, so you can touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alive, so you can cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alive, so you can smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alive, so you can be happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Simple, as a glass of chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-8072207890680098381?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8072207890680098381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=8072207890680098381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8072207890680098381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8072207890680098381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/01/bittersweetalive.html' title='Bitter.Sweet.Alive'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-4182390895654309225</id><published>2009-01-16T21:19:00.018Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:52:52.974Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Pedaços de um passeio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi há quase um mês que fui visitar a cidade de Évora e alguns locais próximos. Aqui vos deixo algums recordações desse pequeno passeio, que talvez sirvam como sugestão de um fim de semana bem aproveitado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira paragem foi na acolhedora vila de Monsaraz. Ao passear pelas ruas estreitas, por entre casas caracterizadas pela brancura da cal e pela presença do xisto, embarcamos numa viagem ao tempo medieval...! Não se vê quase ninguém (talvez porque estava muito frio......!) e o silêncio e a calma são quase absolutos. Das muralhas avistam-se planícies sem fim e a (recente) albufeira, que se deve à construção da barragem do Alqueva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXD9WEMGgTI/AAAAAAAAA_8/wS3Y31fVr50/s1600-h/casa+monsaraz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXD9WEMGgTI/AAAAAAAAA_8/wS3Y31fVr50/s320/casa+monsaraz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292008117683781938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXD86xWT2OI/AAAAAAAAA_0/ZqvPr7TUTms/s1600-h/monsaraz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXD86xWT2OI/AAAAAAAAA_0/ZqvPr7TUTms/s320/monsaraz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292007648769857762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXD95ryUzVI/AAAAAAAABAE/uhHb8iNcvXA/s1600-h/animais+janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXD95ryUzVI/AAAAAAAABAE/uhHb8iNcvXA/s320/animais+janela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292008729608506706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXD-pWxheLI/AAAAAAAABAM/Ik3IXJ1Y6x4/s1600-h/brinquedos+monsaraz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXD-pWxheLI/AAAAAAAABAM/Ik3IXJ1Y6x4/s320/brinquedos+monsaraz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292009548601718962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já depois do almoço, com direito a comida e vinho típicos da região, seguimos para a próxima paragem, a Herdade do Esporão.&lt;br /&gt;A paisagem é lindíssima, a visita muito interessante e educativa (se o grupo for pequeno, como era o caso, podemos perguntar tudo...) e com a direito a uma prova no final... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXEEC3w9LSI/AAAAAAAABBE/pp4ryltH91A/s1600-h/espor%C3%A3o+simbolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXEEC3w9LSI/AAAAAAAABBE/pp4ryltH91A/s320/espor%C3%A3o+simbolo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292015484512578850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXEFjDLrBeI/AAAAAAAABBs/M3SIpQXiVOA/s1600-h/garrafas+antigas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXEFjDLrBeI/AAAAAAAABBs/M3SIpQXiVOA/s320/garrafas+antigas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292017136844867042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXD_w6zwmqI/AAAAAAAABAU/5RLe00Bw600/s1600-h/herdade+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXD_w6zwmqI/AAAAAAAABAU/5RLe00Bw600/s320/herdade+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292010778045487778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXEAHD2jmKI/AAAAAAAABAc/1MkXRgFLJ3c/s1600-h/herdade+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXEAHD2jmKI/AAAAAAAABAc/1MkXRgFLJ3c/s320/herdade+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292011158430259362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXEEDtjviSI/AAAAAAAABBc/IwdkeD2eTSs/s1600-h/caves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXEEDtjviSI/AAAAAAAABBc/IwdkeD2eTSs/s320/caves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292015498952673570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXEAv3orH7I/AAAAAAAABAk/Y5JrSSqDc84/s1600-h/herdade+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXEAv3orH7I/AAAAAAAABAk/Y5JrSSqDc84/s320/herdade+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292011859525443506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXECA5aixrI/AAAAAAAABA0/WF2J9rHf0zo/s1600-h/herdade+adega.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXECA5aixrI/AAAAAAAABA0/WF2J9rHf0zo/s320/herdade+adega.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292013251572450994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de cncluída a visita, com a prova de um vinho monocasta "Aragonês", seguimos então para Évora, onde já chegámos a horas de jantar. A visita ficou para a manhã seguinte, dia também de regressar a casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXEEDZtZ39I/AAAAAAAABBU/B9AciAF7ZTc/s1600-h/muralha+evora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXEEDZtZ39I/AAAAAAAABBU/B9AciAF7ZTc/s320/muralha+evora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292015493624487890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXEEDDHugqI/AAAAAAAABBM/noto6dHd_rM/s1600-h/pra%C3%A7a+giraldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXEEDDHugqI/AAAAAAAABBM/noto6dHd_rM/s320/pra%C3%A7a+giraldo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292015487560876706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXEECp0WQwI/AAAAAAAABA8/WLrZuKTlOKQ/s1600-h/templo+diana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXEECp0WQwI/AAAAAAAABA8/WLrZuKTlOKQ/s320/templo+diana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292015480768709378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, Portugal tem ou não sítios bonitos para visitar? Façam as malas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-4182390895654309225?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4182390895654309225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=4182390895654309225&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4182390895654309225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4182390895654309225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/01/pedaos-de-um-passeio.html' title='Pedaços de um passeio'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXD9WEMGgTI/AAAAAAAAA_8/wS3Y31fVr50/s72-c/casa+monsaraz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-6661863075802159131</id><published>2009-01-16T10:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:53:43.693Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"O valor das coisas não está no tempo que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. Por isso, existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-6661863075802159131?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/6661863075802159131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=6661863075802159131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/6661863075802159131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/6661863075802159131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-valor-das-coisas-no-est-no-tempo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-5132948232074463836</id><published>2009-01-11T20:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:33:09.846Z</updated><title type='text'>São coisas que acontecem... II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não gosto de, inesperadamente, raspar o carro no estacionamento.... Mas tudo são coisas que acontecem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-5132948232074463836?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5132948232074463836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=5132948232074463836&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5132948232074463836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5132948232074463836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-coisas-que-acontecem-ii.html' title='São coisas que acontecem... II'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-1739816469125839436</id><published>2009-01-11T20:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:24:47.128Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>São coisas que acontecem...</title><content type='html'>Adoro sair para um café e chegar a casa de manhã. Imprevisto. Inesperado. Quando corre tudo bem. Quando vale a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi desta, mas é para a próxima que ficamos até ao pôr do sol, não é? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-1739816469125839436?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/1739816469125839436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=1739816469125839436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/1739816469125839436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/1739816469125839436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-coisas-que-acontecem.html' title='São coisas que acontecem...'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-4052483968308163116</id><published>2009-01-09T15:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:46:25.213Z</updated><title type='text'>Podcasts</title><content type='html'>Resolvi render-me às tecnologias (nem costumo ser tão céptica... mas quanto a isto fui um bocado, confesso!!) e experimentar entrar no mundo dos Podcasts! Achei interessantes, e como bónus arranjei uma nova maneira de ir pela rua fora a parecer tolinha, desatando às gargalhadas (aparentemente) do nada... Se há coisa que não consigo conter ou disfarçar é o riso... Enfim! Podia ser pior! ;) Também ninguém me mandou escolher na sua mairoria programas com piada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-4052483968308163116?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4052483968308163116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=4052483968308163116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4052483968308163116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4052483968308163116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/01/podcasts.html' title='Podcasts'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-4914666467834702022</id><published>2009-01-02T22:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:19:35.501Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>A Sombra do Vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A Sombra do Vento" de Carlos Ruiz Zafón, foi uma das prendas que recebi no natal. Acabei de ler hoje (agora...).  Gostei bastante do enredo, algo complexo, que se divide entre uma investigação por histórias passadas, vidas e paixões envoltas em mistério e tragédia, um cemitério dos livros esquecidos, histórias malditas, e muitos segredos enterrados na alma da cidade de Barcelona. Passa-se na 1ª metade do século XX, e é acima de tudo uma trágica mas bonita história de amor com a qual se entrelaçam intrigas, investigações, a sombra da guerra e sobretudo o poder dos livros e das histórias neles escondidas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "...um livro é um espelho e só podemos encontrar nele o que já temos dentro." Diz uma personagem deste livro, Bea.&lt;br /&gt;Não será exactamente assim, mas inevitavelmente fazemos comparações e revemos partes de nós  próprios em personagens, situações ou mesmo apenas em pequenos pormenores. Mas acredito que também ficamos sempre com algo mais dentro de nós.                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-4914666467834702022?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4914666467834702022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=4914666467834702022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4914666467834702022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4914666467834702022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/01/sombra-do-vento.html' title='A Sombra do Vento'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-2971802536135453946</id><published>2009-01-01T23:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:20:50.735Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Já cá estamos!</title><content type='html'>2009 já chegou! Até agora tudo na mesma.... :) Foi bom poder partilhar esta noite de passagem de ano com tantos amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que tal um hino para 2009? Podíamos era passar a parte das desculpas e ficar apenas com a vontade e o optimismo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Movimento Perpétuo Associativo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Deolinda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Agora sim, damos a volta a isto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora sim, há pernas para andar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora sim, eu sinto o optimismo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Vamos em frente, ninguém nos vai parar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora não, que é hora do almoço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora não, que é hora do jantar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora não, que eu acho que não posso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Amanhã vou trabalhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora sim, temos a força toda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora sim, há fé neste querer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora sim, só vejo gente boa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Vamos em frente e havemos de vencer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora não, que me dói a barriga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora não, dizem que vai chover...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora não, que joga o Benfica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; e eu tenho mais que fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora sim, cantamos com vontade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora sim, eu sinto a união!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora sim, já ouço a liberdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Vamos em frente, e é esta a direcção!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora não, que falta um impresso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Agora não, que o meu pai não quer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora não, que há engarrafamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Vão sem mim, que eu vou lá ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-2971802536135453946?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/2971802536135453946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=2971802536135453946&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/2971802536135453946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/2971802536135453946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2009/01/j-c-estamos.html' title='Já cá estamos!'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-4966187749211111234</id><published>2008-12-30T17:58:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:11:15.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Estantes.... sim, estantes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Opus incertum shelving unit by Sean Y&lt;/span&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SVpiMicEKUI/AAAAAAAAA-M/1Omfo60hrJs/s1600-h/opus+bookshelf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SVpiMicEKUI/AAAAAAAAA-M/1Omfo60hrJs/s320/opus+bookshelf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285645080215169346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SVpihbOCw9I/AAAAAAAAA-c/KQEmwYZJa08/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SVpihbOCw9I/AAAAAAAAA-c/KQEmwYZJa08/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285645439054562258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inspiration for Opus Shelving (2000) came to designer Sean Yoo during a trip to Pompeii. While walking through the streets of the archaeological site, the designer was struck by a Roman wall-building technique known as “opus incertum,” which is characterized by a distinctively erratic combination of blocks. Yoo went on to observe this layout of elements elsewhere, from dried-up lake beds in the deserts of Las Vegas to the sidewalks of Los Angeles. He took this familiar pattern and adapted it into shelving that’s made from 100% recyclable expanded polypropylene – the same material chosen for motorcycle helmets due to its light weight and durability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mydna Bookcase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; -  by Joel Escalona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SVpjOUYsEvI/AAAAAAAAA-k/YdwTKNb3aek/s1600-h/mydna+bookshelf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SVpjOUYsEvI/AAAAAAAAA-k/YdwTKNb3aek/s320/mydna+bookshelf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285646210314277618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by the DNA structure, this piece of furniture is trying to tell you that, the books you like, the music you have, the photos you store, and all that knowledge you have define a significant part of your personal identity. MYDNA can be on several colors and in two presentations: Static MYDNA, which is one single structure perfect for dividing rooms at home and Rotating MYDNA for easy access to books and more objects you put on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;in: http://theblogonthebookshelf.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-4966187749211111234?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4966187749211111234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=4966187749211111234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4966187749211111234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4966187749211111234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/12/estantes-sim-estantes.html' title='Estantes.... sim, estantes!'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SVpiMicEKUI/AAAAAAAAA-M/1Omfo60hrJs/s72-c/opus+bookshelf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-8183264468169366123</id><published>2008-12-30T14:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:59:48.131Z</updated><title type='text'>Encontros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in "Equador"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- os que não morrem encontram-se. não é verdade?&lt;br /&gt;- não. não basta estar vivo. depende de como se está vivo. não se encontra só o que vem ao nosso encontro mas tb o que se procura. nós não somos folhas levadas pelo vento ou animais à deriva. somos seres humanos com vontade própria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- e a sua vontade é voltar a encontrar-me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- é, a minha vontade é voltar a encontrá-la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- e para quê, posso perguntar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- nem eu sei bem. talvez para retomar uma conversa inacabada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- há sempre tantas conversas que ficam inacabadas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- por vezes pq temos medo do fim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- será acertado retomá-las ou deixá-las para sempre no ponto em que ficaram? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-8183264468169366123?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8183264468169366123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=8183264468169366123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8183264468169366123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8183264468169366123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/12/encontros.html' title='Encontros'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-187520824984548537</id><published>2008-12-29T13:29:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:00:01.225Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Mais um que passou, e felicidades para o que está a chegar!</title><content type='html'>Porque é que a passagem de um ano para o outro se associa tanto a mudanças? Não podemos fazer isso noutra altura qualquer do ano? A verdade é que eu não sou diferente e por isso já comecei a embrulhar algumas coisinhas de 2008. Umas para guardar bem guardadinhas num cantinho da memória, outras para reciclar... (não as vou oferecer, não... o Natal já lá vai!) O resto fica comigo, para entrar em 2009 com alguma bagagem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também já comecei a pensar no que quero mudar em 2009. Se vou conseguir não sei.... mas só o desafio, o tentar mudar, já deve trazer algo de positivo só por si! Desejos à meia noite.... isso não sei! Não acredito muito. Acredito mais naquilo que procuramos, que perseguimos, no que deixamos que nos aconteça (até isso às vezes não é fácil...).&lt;br /&gt;Já aprendi que com os sonhos/desejos é preciso ter muito cuidado. Enchem-nos a mente com cenários perfeitos e às vezes não estão mais perto que a estrela mais distante que conseguimos ver. E depois não sobra espaço para o que existe e para o que realmente está ali à nossa frente! Por outro lado, sem sonhos, o que temos para nos fazer continuar? Para afzer com que valha a pena? Tricky.... Afinal tenho um desejo para 2009, encontrar o equilíbrio entre sonhar e não sonhar! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a todos as maiores felicidades para 2009! Que seja um ano melhor que o anterior, e outro antes desse e por aí fora... Nunca pior! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Para realizar um sonho é preciso esquecê-lo, distrair dele a atenção. Por isso realizar é não realizar..." Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-187520824984548537?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/187520824984548537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=187520824984548537&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/187520824984548537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/187520824984548537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/12/mais-um-que-passou-e-felicidades-para-o.html' title='Mais um que passou, e felicidades para o que está a chegar!'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-4952555850189111088</id><published>2008-12-21T15:30:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:45:54.254Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Arrepiante....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Começou atrás de uma tela de projecção. Fundo negro, roupas negras. Só o som, as imagens projectadas e cada músico iluminada à vez atrás da tela... Depois, um tango dançado em carne e osso que fez cair o pano e pintou tudo de branco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Contámos ainda com Adrien Brody a pôr mais um tango no gramofone, que proporcionou mais uns momentos do sensual tango argentino dançado mesmo ali à nossa frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;A provarem que nem só para apresentar novos albuns se fazem boas digressões. E que as músicas quando são mesmo boas... não cansam! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Numa autêntica fusão de sons e imagens este espéctaculo de tango electrónico foi um momento único! Mesmo brutal!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ainda mais brutal por estares ali comigo, mesmo sem o saberes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-4952555850189111088?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4952555850189111088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=4952555850189111088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4952555850189111088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4952555850189111088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/12/arrepiante.html' title='Arrepiante....'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-2765834393496004376</id><published>2008-12-13T22:56:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:12:07.998Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Ainda bem que há um fado qualquer, que diz tudo o que a vida não diz...</title><content type='html'>Fiquei muito bem impressionada. E ainda mais fã... E já era bastante!! Falo do concerto da Deolinda, ontem no TAGV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"O seu nome é Deolinda e tem idade suficiente para saber que a vida não é tão fácil como parece, solteira de amores, casada com desamores, natural de Lisboa, habita um rés-do-chão algures nos subúrbios da capital. Compõe as suas canções a olhar por entre as cortinas da janela, inspirada pelos discos de grafonola da avó e pela vida bizarra dos vizinhos. Vive com 2 gatos e um peixinho vermelho..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já estava convencida pelas melodias que vagueiam entre o fado o popular e o pop, asletras ora bastante críticas, ora inspiradas em amores platónicos ou invlgares... Mas ontem, fiquei convencida pela boa-disposição, capacidade de interpretação e bom humor do grupo. A pequena história que contam antes de cada música ajuda-nos a viver cada música, em vez de simplesmente a ouvirmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os bilhetes na segunda fila, comprados com muuuuuiiita antecedência, valeram bem a pena! E ficar 2 vezes na fila para ver autografados primeiro o bilhete, e depois o cd, também! São todos muito simpáticos! Espero que continuem a compor assim e que saia novo cd em breve... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na próxima oportunidade lá estarei!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-2765834393496004376?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/2765834393496004376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=2765834393496004376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/2765834393496004376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/2765834393496004376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/12/ainda-bem-que-h-um-fado-qualquer-que.html' title='Ainda bem que há um fado qualquer, que diz tudo o que a vida não diz...'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-3308931682405622410</id><published>2008-12-08T21:30:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:44:21.072Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Vendo as coisas por esse lado....</title><content type='html'>Como disse uma amiga há uns tempos:&lt;br /&gt;"Se todas as histórias fossem bonitinhas, os amores correspondidos e perfeitos e só houvesse finais felizes, não havia livros, músicas nem filmes de jeito!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bocado exagerada, mas tem a sua razão, tenho de admitir! :)&lt;br /&gt;Pronto, foi o pensamento do dia...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-3308931682405622410?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3308931682405622410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=3308931682405622410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3308931682405622410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3308931682405622410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/12/vendo-as-coisas-por-esse-lado.html' title='Vendo as coisas por esse lado....'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-6917449455075392499</id><published>2008-12-01T21:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:57:19.378Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music meme</title><content type='html'>A music meme I found in a neighbour blog (once again!)&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I had already seen many different music memes, but they were all very long, with exhausting lists of questions... I liked this one because it is simple, but still funny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You are beautiful, floating clouds, soft world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  I can't feel my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;in "Don't bring me down", by Sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rules for this Meme: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search for the lyrics for the song that you are listening now.&lt;br /&gt;If music is purely instrumental use the last music with lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Copy the 5th and 6th verses&lt;br /&gt;Post the text of the verses in your journal along with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t dig for your favorite music or the cool alternative musics: use the one you are listening to now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-6917449455075392499?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/6917449455075392499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=6917449455075392499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/6917449455075392499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/6917449455075392499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/12/music-meme.html' title='Music meme'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-3827975374901987477</id><published>2008-11-25T13:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:23:45.459Z</updated><title type='text'>Inverno</title><content type='html'>Ainda não chegou o Inverno, mas acho que vou hibernar... está frio e tudo, portanto...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vão sem mim que eu vou lá ter quando acordar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-3827975374901987477?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3827975374901987477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=3827975374901987477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3827975374901987477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3827975374901987477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/11/inverno.html' title='Inverno'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-7273314607839717795</id><published>2008-11-24T21:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:23:16.571Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Just something I wrote some time ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;my body wants to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;tired,&lt;br /&gt;inert,&lt;br /&gt;indifferent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my mind is...&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know...)&lt;br /&gt;restless,&lt;br /&gt;worried,&lt;br /&gt;unsatisfied,&lt;br /&gt;confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... while I'm falling into pieces&lt;br /&gt;I find myself just... falling into myself!&lt;br /&gt;and that's where (when) I will find all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;and that is (should be) good... (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;I won't turn away&lt;br /&gt;I won't try to hide&lt;br /&gt;I won't close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just turn out the lights... and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and hope that a new scenery will be there, waiting for me, when I wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-7273314607839717795?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/7273314607839717795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=7273314607839717795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/7273314607839717795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/7273314607839717795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-1166925760282595700</id><published>2008-11-22T19:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:49:43.400Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal!!</title><content type='html'>Já tenho árvore!!! A minha 1ª árvore!! :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem menos de um metro... mas tem de se começar por algum lado... não? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-1166925760282595700?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/1166925760282595700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=1166925760282595700&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/1166925760282595700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/1166925760282595700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/11/natal.html' title='Natal!!'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-5231075499343442051</id><published>2008-11-21T16:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:47:40.418Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Academia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;A descoberta mais recente: Sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"...I'm greater than x and lesser than y, so why is it&lt;br /&gt;That I still can't catch your eye?&lt;br /&gt;You're a cryptic crossword, a song I've never heard&lt;br /&gt;While I sit here drawing circles I'm afraid of being hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...And if I am a number I'm infinity plus one&lt;br /&gt;And if you are five words you are afraid to be the one&lt;br /&gt;And if you are a number you're infinity plus one&lt;br /&gt;And if I am four words then I am needing all your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Academia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei! :) Já está na playlist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-5231075499343442051?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5231075499343442051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=5231075499343442051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5231075499343442051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5231075499343442051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/11/academia.html' title='Academia'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-377893008274729956</id><published>2008-11-13T15:23:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:24:07.301Z</updated><title type='text'>Book meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Following an entry on a "neighbour" blog, here it is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"For example, much of the alcohol ingested in alcoholic drinks is oxidized into acetaldehyde by liver peroxisomes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; Human Physiology, Sixth edition (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stuart Ira Fox&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Rules for this meme are:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grab the nearest book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open it to page 56.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find the fifth sentence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don’t dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;É giro! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-377893008274729956?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/377893008274729956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=377893008274729956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/377893008274729956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/377893008274729956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/11/book-meme.html' title='Book meme'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-7427745578197391500</id><published>2008-11-12T11:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:40:47.386Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Daqui a um mês no TAGV</title><content type='html'>É já daqui a um mês! :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deolinda no TAGV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez não deixei esgotar..... vá lá! :) A segunda fila é nossa! Resta esperar que correspondam às expectativas. E as minhas são altas ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-7427745578197391500?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/7427745578197391500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=7427745578197391500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/7427745578197391500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/7427745578197391500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/11/daqui-um-ms-no-tagv.html' title='Daqui a um mês no TAGV'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-3161007114208914122</id><published>2008-10-29T13:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:51:27.801Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><title type='text'>Em saldos e para continuar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="manchete_24"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_txtTitulo"  style="font-size:24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Cientistas em saldos                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;25.10.2008 - Público&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;David Marçal                                       &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabia que há cientistas que ganham 745 euros? Que não têm direito a subsídio de desemprego, férias, Natal ou alimentação? Que não são aumentados há seis anos? Está naturalmente curioso de saber em que país, mas estou certo de que já adivinhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimahora.publico.clix.pt/noticia.aspx?id=1347842"&gt;(...)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que é necessário criar a percepção social deste problema e da necessidade de evolução, começando pelos próprios investigadores e professores do quadro que trabalham com bolseiros que beneficiam do seu trabalho, com quem publicam artigos e escrevem patentes. Creio que seria de todo justo e adequado que os cientistas e investigadores estabelecidos tomassem pública e politicamente o partido dos jovens investigadores. A alternativa é continuar o choradinho da fuga de cérebros. Não há fuga de cérebros. Há expulsão de cérebros. Se não fazem falta, isso é outra história. Mas sendo assim, digam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Investigador em bioquímica. Bolseiro durante seis anos&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_txtTextos"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-3161007114208914122?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3161007114208914122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=3161007114208914122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3161007114208914122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/3161007114208914122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/10/em-saldos-e-para-continuar.html' title='Em saldos e para continuar....'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-5750927434414131598</id><published>2008-10-22T20:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:14:00.852+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>Paris</title><content type='html'>Fui ver ontem, e gostei.&lt;br /&gt;Diferentes histórias, passadas em Paris. Mas Paris do dia-a-dia, com direito a baguettes e tudo. Histórias complexas, umas mais engraçadas, outras mais comoventes. Como novelos de diferentes cores entrelaçados. Algumas deixaram mesmo a sensação de querer puxar o fio e saber mais...&lt;br /&gt;Boa fotografia, como não podia deixar de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Músicas interessantes. Para voltar a ouvir, defenitivamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quiserem saber mais.... ainda está nos cinemas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SP-ElmEtSwI/AAAAAAAAA9c/i7ZEijtruUI/s1600-h/DSCF0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SP-ElmEtSwI/AAAAAAAAA9c/i7ZEijtruUI/s200/DSCF0437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260068671202347778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The universe is everywhere"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-5750927434414131598?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5750927434414131598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=5750927434414131598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5750927434414131598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/5750927434414131598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/10/paris.html' title='Paris'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SP-ElmEtSwI/AAAAAAAAA9c/i7ZEijtruUI/s72-c/DSCF0437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-8944508573528804574</id><published>2008-10-11T20:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:04:46.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias cinzentos</title><content type='html'>Já se sente o frio quando saímos para a rua de manhã. Não acho desagradável. É até revigorante e ajuda a acordar. :)&lt;br /&gt;E ainda permite o aconchego dos casacos, cachecóis e lenços quentinhos no pescoço...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só não gosto do céu cinzento... Isso sim, faz-me sentir frio. Mais do que o vento gelado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com a chegada desta nova estação mais escura e húmida, o que é que começa a apetecer? Uma boa chávena de chocolate quente, daquele bem cremoso e espesso... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SPD3YiHWFkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/YXJ_SAwFiDM/s1600-h/P3060018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SPD3YiHWFkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/YXJ_SAwFiDM/s200/P3060018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255972765987903042" 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/325255565460907850-8944508573528804574?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8944508573528804574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=8944508573528804574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8944508573528804574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/8944508573528804574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/09/dias-cinzentos.html' title='Dias cinzentos'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SPD3YiHWFkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/YXJ_SAwFiDM/s72-c/P3060018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-4464739870890921343</id><published>2008-10-01T19:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:50:00.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong class="style1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;O que se ouve por estes lados...&lt;br /&gt;Costumo dizer que é a música da minha vida... nem sempre, mas quando dou por ela, lá aparece outra vez...! :) E hoje apareceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;OK! Do You Want Something Simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The Gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;OK!  Do you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The  news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The  look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The  letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The  jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The  games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The  nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The  boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The  girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The  words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The  friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The  rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; And  sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Why  can't you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; How  I'm feeling now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Why  don't you feel me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Why  can't you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Please  open your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; When  you don't know how to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; You  want my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; But  you've just said no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Everything  is just my fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The  life well done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; I  can't understand you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; And  I can't understand you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; OK!  Do you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The  films&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The  songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; And  love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The  drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Art  pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Do  you want something simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The  silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Why  can you decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; How  I'm feeling now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Your  heart is following mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Behind  this sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Can't  you see the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Can't  you see the things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; But  I can go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Why  don't you find another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Everything  looks like a crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; When  I used to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; I  can't understand you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; And  I can't understand you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; And  you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; And  your heart don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; And  you're seated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Why  can't you feel can't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; What  is happening to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; All  the thinking time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; All  the love you gave  to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Give  it to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; I  can't understand you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Why  this happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Why  can't you see I'm selling lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Sitting  at a table why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Why  you want my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Why  do you want me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; And  I can't understand you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; I  can't understand you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; I  can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Why  this happening to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Why  this happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Can't  you see now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Can't  you see now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Can't  you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; I  can't understand you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Why  this is happening to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; This  song is too simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; This  song is too simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; This  song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-4464739870890921343?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4464739870890921343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=4464739870890921343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4464739870890921343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4464739870890921343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-please.html' title='Yes, please'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325255565460907850.post-4235682157998302679</id><published>2008-09-29T15:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:47:49.385+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>My own game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Love the rhythm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;     ........Love the lyrics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;          .............Love to sing it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;               ..................Love to dance it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been in trouble&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm tired of living&lt;br /&gt;Yes, maybe I'm gonna lose my own game...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plug In Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Muse&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've exposed your lies, baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The underneath is no big surprise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for changing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cleansing everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To forget your love&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plug in baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crucifies my enemies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm tired of giving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plug in baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In unbroken virgin realities&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is tired of living&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't confuse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're gonna lose&lt;br /&gt;Your own game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Change me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Replace the envying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To forget your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My plug in baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crucifies my enemies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm tired of giving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plug in baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In unbroken virgin realities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm tired of living&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've seen your loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But mine is gone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been in trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325255565460907850-4235682157998302679?l=bittersweetalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4235682157998302679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325255565460907850&amp;postID=4235682157998302679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4235682157998302679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325255565460907850/posts/default/4235682157998302679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetalive.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-own-game.html' title='My own game'/><author><name>*S*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423556594751843087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTewUC-tI6g/SXBUvigiqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/GUw8YA9rpVU/S220/BD_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
