<?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-1138165931781983994</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:49:37.361Z</updated><title type='text'>Ideias, Sonhos &amp; Sentimentos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138165931781983994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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sonhos bons e maus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentimentos de dor e de amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com ideias sem nexo tal como tudo o que aqui foi escrito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixo-te para trás com dezenas de rascunhos não publicados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talvez por não pertencerem a este capitulo ou simplesmente pelo facto de não os considerar acabados o suficiente para os mostrar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quem sabe um dia&lt;a href="http://memoriaspeixinhodourado.blogspot.com/"&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/1138165931781983994-4426525447159279985?l=ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4426525447159279985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pC61IjMceI/STc_htFcGDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xuI1EwHUxNY/S220/stp04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138165931781983994.post-2251445403112371708</id><published>2009-03-23T14:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:21:31.410Z</updated><title type='text'>Uncomfortable silences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;"-Don't you hate that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;-What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;-Uncomfortable silences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;-I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;-That's when you know you found somebody special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;When you can just shit the fuck up for a minute, and comfortably share silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;-I don't think we're there yet.&lt;br /&gt;But don't feel bad, we just met each other."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138165931781983994-2251445403112371708?l=ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2251445403112371708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pC61IjMceI/STc_htFcGDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xuI1EwHUxNY/S220/stp04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138165931781983994.post-2404470128469983656</id><published>2009-01-12T01:20:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:38:46.537Z</updated><title type='text'>Standby Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="itemTitle"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Comfortable Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138165931781983994-2404470128469983656?l=ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2404470128469983656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>O amor antigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;O amor antigo vive de si mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;não de cultivo alheio ou de presença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Nada exige, nem pede. Nada espera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;mas do destino vão nega a sentença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;O amor antigo tem raízes fundas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;feitas de sofrimento e de beleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Por aquelas mergulha no infinito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;e por estas suplanta a natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Se em toda parte o tempo desmorona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;aquilo que foi grande e deslumbrante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;o antigo amor, porém, nunca fenece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;e a cada dia surge mais amante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Mais ardente, mas pobre de esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Mais triste? Não. Ele venceu a dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;e resplandece no seu canto obscuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;tanto mais velho quanto mais amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="itemTitle"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138165931781983994-732935792780400446?l=ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/732935792780400446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138165931781983994&amp;postID=732935792780400446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138165931781983994/posts/default/732935792780400446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138165931781983994/posts/default/732935792780400446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-amor-antigo_12.html' title='O amor antigo'/><author><name>who?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pC61IjMceI/STc_htFcGDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xuI1EwHUxNY/S220/stp04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138165931781983994.post-6246699737609282542</id><published>2008-11-23T02:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:59:14.522Z</updated><title type='text'>life sucks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life Sucks. Get over it. Eat grapes. Try to write your name using your butt to pick up the pen. Make fun of ugly babies. Write "eat me" on objects that shouldn't be eaten. Do static electricity tests on your neighbor's cat. Leave the lid off your blender every once in a while. Make COndOM BallOon AniMals. Go to a populated place and pretend you're a viking. Make a collection of squishy things. Flatulate. Claim the local McDonalds in the name of Spain. Draw hieroglyphics on bathroom walls. Go an entire day speaking Gibberish. Go to work and act like a Goldfish.&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/1138165931781983994-6246699737609282542?l=ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6246699737609282542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138165931781983994&amp;postID=6246699737609282542' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138165931781983994/posts/default/6246699737609282542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138165931781983994/posts/default/6246699737609282542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-sucks.html' title='life sucks?'/><author><name>who?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfXyQAv2aYc/SMgD_r_t2YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9BkVCOUIO1Y/S220/30842307.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138165931781983994.post-856050024993610543</id><published>2008-10-29T23:39:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:48:56.212Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;We are the middle children of history,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;with no purpose or place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;We have no great war,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;or great depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;The great war is a spiritual war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;The great depression is our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;We were raised by television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;to believe that we'd be millionaires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;and movie gods and rock stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;but we won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;And we're learning that fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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/1138165931781983994-856050024993610543?l=ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/856050024993610543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138165931781983994&amp;postID=856050024993610543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138165931781983994/posts/default/856050024993610543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138165931781983994/posts/default/856050024993610543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-are-middle-children-of-history-with.html' title=''/><author><name>who?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfXyQAv2aYc/SMgD_r_t2YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9BkVCOUIO1Y/S220/30842307.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138165931781983994.post-3873003131690857215</id><published>2008-10-19T00:25:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:32:10.812Z</updated><title type='text'>if you were to run away, where would you go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfXyQAv2aYc/SPp0J_tl_BI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rWlGqEl6EHI/s1600-h/Amsterdam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfXyQAv2aYc/SPp0J_tl_BI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rWlGqEl6EHI/s320/Amsterdam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258643229978786834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Amsterdam - Netherlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfXyQAv2aYc/SPp0KHkmq-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aT6Oxu-SJak/s1600-h/Copenhagen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfXyQAv2aYc/SPp0KHkmq-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aT6Oxu-SJak/s320/Copenhagen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258643232088566754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Copenhagen - Denmark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfXyQAv2aYc/SPp0K5FNmbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6L_etIeAbdM/s1600-h/Prague.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfXyQAv2aYc/SPp0K5FNmbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6L_etIeAbdM/s320/Prague.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258643245378673074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Prague - Czech Republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfXyQAv2aYc/SPp0KE_MX0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/PNF1kIl1Y8Q/s1600-h/Budapest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfXyQAv2aYc/SPp0KE_MX0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/PNF1kIl1Y8Q/s320/Budapest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258643231394783042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Budapest - Hungary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfXyQAv2aYc/SPsnU8MjiPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GenAWAPCAF4/s1600-h/Rome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfXyQAv2aYc/SPsnU8MjiPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GenAWAPCAF4/s320/Rome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258840230594840818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Rome - Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138165931781983994-3873003131690857215?l=ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3873003131690857215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138165931781983994&amp;postID=3873003131690857215' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138165931781983994/posts/default/3873003131690857215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138165931781983994/posts/default/3873003131690857215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-you-were-to-run-away-where-would-you.html' title='if you were to run away, where would you go?'/><author><name>who?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfXyQAv2aYc/SMgD_r_t2YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9BkVCOUIO1Y/S220/30842307.img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfXyQAv2aYc/SPp0J_tl_BI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rWlGqEl6EHI/s72-c/Amsterdam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138165931781983994.post-8913227164383653396</id><published>2008-09-10T23:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:59:38.257Z</updated><title type='text'>missão são tomé 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Há coisas que convém não esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Um mês de missão na ilha de São Tomé e Príncipe, um mês de experiências, um mês de ideias, um mês de sonhos, um mês de sentimentos. Um mês que vai ficar na memória de quem o viveu para o resto da vida.&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/1138165931781983994-8913227164383653396?l=ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8913227164383653396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138165931781983994&amp;postID=8913227164383653396' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138165931781983994/posts/default/8913227164383653396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138165931781983994/posts/default/8913227164383653396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com/2008/09/misso-so-tom-2008.html' title='missão são tomé 2008'/><author><name>who?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfXyQAv2aYc/SMgD_r_t2YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9BkVCOUIO1Y/S220/30842307.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138165931781983994.post-3887449866730621551</id><published>2008-09-10T20:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:01:35.952Z</updated><title type='text'>a new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hoje decidi virar a página e iniciar um novo capitulo na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Embora as ideias continuem um pouco turvas, os sonhos pesadelos e os sentimentos os mesmos, há alturas em que temos que parar e decidir o rumo a tomar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Desta vez não apaguei, queimei nem perdi nada do que senti embora me tivesse passado pela cabeça. Também já não sinto a necessidade de escrever de há uns tempos para cá, por isso decidi "reservar" este espaço para o que realmente interessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E aproveitar para agradecer às três pessoas que me ajudaram nestes últimos tempos.&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/1138165931781983994-3887449866730621551?l=ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3887449866730621551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1138165931781983994&amp;postID=3887449866730621551' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138165931781983994/posts/default/3887449866730621551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138165931781983994/posts/default/3887449866730621551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiassonhossentimentos.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-beginning.html' title='a new beginning'/><author><name>who?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfXyQAv2aYc/SMgD_r_t2YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9BkVCOUIO1Y/S220/30842307.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
