<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802</id><updated>2009-12-02T17:14:04.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Little Tiago Boy</title><subtitle type='html'>Pequenos pedaços de mim, pequenos pensamentos meus...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-8385300580768291292</id><published>2009-10-12T21:45:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:02:42.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas que tocam #14</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/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/StOZHRL-fYI/AAAAAAAAAso/zJM3U57DPtA/s1600-h/lisboa+a+noite.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/StOZHRL-fYI/AAAAAAAAAso/zJM3U57DPtA/s400/lisboa+a+noite.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391821529044385154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/6zl-8Q04Ao/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/6zl-8Q04Ao/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=6zl-8Q04Ao" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=6zl-8Q04Ao" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=6zl-8Q04Ao" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=6zl-8Q04Ao" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/6zl-8Q04Ao/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/t26308N/music/LaWeSrCy/snow-patrol-take-back-the-city/"&gt;Take Back The City - Snow Patrol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bem sei que tenho andado muito calado, mas o tempo não estica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixo-vos com o meu novo vício.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enjoy! ;-)&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/8500009982652082802-8385300580768291292?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8385300580768291292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=8385300580768291292' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/8385300580768291292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/8385300580768291292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/musicas-que-tocam-14.html' title='Músicas que tocam #14'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/StOZHRL-fYI/AAAAAAAAAso/zJM3U57DPtA/s72-c/lisboa+a+noite.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-5674901724294597271</id><published>2009-10-03T15:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:48:06.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas que tocam #13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGfnw4YscBA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGfnw4YscBA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sometimes when I look in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Longe vai 1993, e a estreia desta música...&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/8500009982652082802-5674901724294597271?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5674901724294597271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=5674901724294597271' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/5674901724294597271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/5674901724294597271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/musicas-que-tocam-13.html' title='Músicas que tocam #13'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-5634163155351531012</id><published>2009-09-28T20:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:48:04.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Balanço 21 º Aniversário/Férias</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/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SsEQf1Duh5I/AAAAAAAAAsY/vQ10KJ-tMpU/s1600-h/DSC04073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SsEQf1Duh5I/AAAAAAAAAsY/vQ10KJ-tMpU/s400/DSC04073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386604768316524434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Little Tiago Boy &amp;amp; Nobody's Bitcho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peço imensa desculpa pela ausência, mas como sabem, tive de férias e também foi o meu aniversário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pois é, estou um ano mais velhinho, 21 anos (a idade já pesa que é uma coisaa xD)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O dia em si, foi muito bom; passado com os papás, o namorado e com uma visita aos avós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As prendas, poucas mas muito boas, foram basicamente as coisas que eu pedi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta semana, serviu também para visitar pela 1ª vez o Castelo de S. Jorge, e a Sé de Lisboa (gosh! foi preciso vir um açoriano dos Açores para levar um lisboeta de Lisboa lá a acima xD) e acima de tudo para resolver umas coisinhas, entre as quais o sono e por True Blood em dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eis que chega a sexta-feira, e com ela o jantar de aniversário propriamente dito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com o meu grupo de amigos mais chegados (alguns dos quais não tiveram presentes, mas enfim...), fomos jantar ao Põe-te na Bicha, onde a comida é muito boa, e o espaço agradável, e ainda me valeu uns elogios da parte dos donos do restaurante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seguimos pelo Bairro Alto, ao encontro dos amigos &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://skizo-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;Skizo&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://singlewhitemale.deslizo.net/"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;, para dar um abraço apertado e matar algumas saudades, indo de seguida para o Favela Chik (aquele barman... ui ^^'), onde o divertimento começou, acabando no Trumps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agradeço a todos os presentes pela companhia, pelas gargalhadas, pelas prendas, pelos sorrisos, pelas palhaçadas mas acima de tudo pelo bom momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agradeço também ao Pipo e Michael que por não terem tido oportunidade de ir ao jantar, convidaram aqui os &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jes&lt;/span&gt; para jantar em sua casa no dia seguinte com uma jogatana de Buzz à mistura (ganhei, ganhei, ganhei xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks 'ya all!&lt;/span&gt;&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/8500009982652082802-5634163155351531012?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5634163155351531012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=5634163155351531012' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/5634163155351531012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/5634163155351531012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/balanco-21-aniversarioferias.html' title='Balanço 21 º Aniversário/Férias'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SsEQf1Duh5I/AAAAAAAAAsY/vQ10KJ-tMpU/s72-c/DSC04073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-3063695734866150230</id><published>2009-09-20T00:47:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:02:56.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafios</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 67, 32);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,Verdana,'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regras:&lt;br /&gt;*Exibir o selo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="border-color: black;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RN8VwuePJXw/Sqyki9VjHcI/AAAAAAAAECk/J0wOPoFejT0/s400/selo5sentidos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*Indicar o link do blog de quem o recebi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://reflectmyself.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;reflectmyself&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://minhaluz.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;minhaluz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Indicar outros 5 blogs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E se eu não quiser desafiar ninguém? Vcs são sempre a mesma coisa... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://euporaquigay.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 67, 32);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,Verdana,'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;" &gt;Eu por aqui...gay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nobodys-bitcho.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 67, 32);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,Verdana,'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;" &gt;Nobody's Bitcho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aproof.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 67, 32);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,Verdana,'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;" &gt;Nobody's World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lusoboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 67, 32);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,Verdana,'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;" &gt;LusoBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://do-you-believe-in-angels.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 67, 32);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,Verdana,'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;" &gt;Do You Believe In Angels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 67, 32);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,Verdana,'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Dizer qual o sentido que melhor me descreve:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Todos eles fazem parte de mim... Mas o que melhor me descreve é a visão, talvez por ver muito bem ao longe..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 67, 32);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,Verdana,'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*Para cada Sentido responder às perguntas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Audição: Qual o som que mais gostas de ouvir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A respiração de quem dorme (não o ressonar). Encostar a cabeça ao peito e ouvir o bater do coração. Ouvir a chuva lá fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 67, 32);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,Verdana,'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;-Visão: Qual a tua imagem favorita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nascer do Sol numa serra e o Pôr do Sol no mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;-Tacto. O que mais gostas de sentir na pele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A pele da pessoa que amo. Água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;-Paladar: Qual o teu sabor favorito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chocolate. Beijo. Café.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;-Olfacto: Qual o cheiro que te faz bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Café. Terra molhada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One down, two to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 67, 32);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,Verdana,'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="border-color: black;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RN8VwuePJXw/SqykjHwfxdI/AAAAAAAAECs/axD5596Wk58/s400/Selo+Acerta+em+Cheio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 67, 32);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,Verdana,'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As regras:&lt;br /&gt;1. Exibir a imagem do selo e publicar as regras;&lt;br /&gt;2. Publicar o &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://comyxtura.blogspot.com/"&gt;link de quem ofereceu&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;3. Indicar 10 blogues para receberem o selo;&lt;br /&gt;4. Avisar os indicados;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dizer qual é a peça de vestuário preferida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Boxers. Sou completamente viciado em boxers. Quantos mais tenho, mais quero ter. Ainda outro dia, trouxe para casa 9, não queiram que vos diga quanto gastei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8500009982652082802-3063695734866150230?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3063695734866150230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=3063695734866150230' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/3063695734866150230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/3063695734866150230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/desafios.html' title='Desafios'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RN8VwuePJXw/Sqyki9VjHcI/AAAAAAAAECk/J0wOPoFejT0/s72-c/selo5sentidos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-9177851165608069114</id><published>2009-09-06T20:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:18:57.734+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown: 21 anos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SqQJ1_EcoTI/AAAAAAAAArw/xQ3owRBaMFw/s1600-h/Digitalizar0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SqQJ1_EcoTI/AAAAAAAAArw/xQ3owRBaMFw/s400/Digitalizar0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378434678055018802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pois é! Aqui o menino tá quaseeeeeeee a fazer aninhos xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Portanto, toca a preparar as prendinhas, que dia 21 de Setembro já tá quase :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ora bem, pa ajudar um cadinho, nada melhor que uma pequena listinha, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - Roupa, não sou propriamente esquisito;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - Edição Especial Amália: Hoje, apenas disponivel na FNAC;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - The Tudors Season 1 &amp;amp; 2;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - BOSS Elements, ou BOSS XY;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - iPod Shuffle;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - Linkin Park DVD Live;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - Nokia 7100 Supernova;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - Show de Strip (I'm kidding, mas já ouvi dizer que me vão surpreender....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - "A Dívida de Sangue", &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Charlaine Harris;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - DVD's, CD's, livros... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500009982652082802-9177851165608069114?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9177851165608069114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=9177851165608069114' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/9177851165608069114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/9177851165608069114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/countdown-21-anos.html' title='Countdown: 21 anos!'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SqQJ1_EcoTI/AAAAAAAAArw/xQ3owRBaMFw/s72-c/Digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-1022464050172020239</id><published>2009-08-30T14:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:09:13.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desvaneios Intelectuais #7</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/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SpqHWQjr5aI/AAAAAAAAAro/ZSb8ODol_6o/s1600-h/7+-+Almost+there+2+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SpqHWQjr5aI/AAAAAAAAAro/ZSb8ODol_6o/s400/7+-+Almost+there+2+.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375757921691624866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Foto tirada a 24/04/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A caminho das ilhas de Bruma a.k.a. S.Miguel, Açores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Perde-te no nosso futuro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perde-te, que eu faço questão de ir à tua procura e encontrar-te.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E quando te encontrar, fazer dos nossos corpos um só; fazer ouvir um só bater de coração (o nosso, em uníssono); fazer das nossas almas uma só, de tão unidas pelo Amor que sentimos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nós vamos ficar juntos. Mentaliza-te disso. Lutaremos juntos contra todos os obstáculos e ficaremos juntos. Contra todos os medos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No dia em que tiver nos braços vou ser o homem mais feliz do Universo e arredores.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda me lembro do dia em que acordei de manhã, com esta MMS, com uma foto tua e com este texto. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faltava pouco tempo para o encontro. Tal e qual como agora.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia 3 de Setembro aproxima-se a passos largos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 ano que se completa agora. Apesar de termos começado a namorar por volta de 25 de Junho, só a 3 de Setembro estivémos frente a frente, e pudemos ter a certeza que era isto que queríamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Eu amo-te Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever thine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever ours.&lt;/span&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/8500009982652082802-1022464050172020239?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1022464050172020239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=1022464050172020239' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/1022464050172020239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/1022464050172020239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/desvaneios-intelectuais-7.html' title='Desvaneios Intelectuais #7'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SpqHWQjr5aI/AAAAAAAAAro/ZSb8ODol_6o/s72-c/7+-+Almost+there+2+.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-4600019579903340310</id><published>2009-08-30T00:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:54:41.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CXLgANh-vJ4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CXLgANh-vJ4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Le Marais Café-Bar", situado na Rua de Sta. Catarina, junto ao Miradouro do Adamastor, este ainda recente bar, conquistou-nos pela simpatia e simplicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O seu nome deriva dum dos bairros mais trendy de Paris, e os apontamentos estão por toda á parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estivémos lá esta última sexta, e recomenda-mos vivamente! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A comida é muito boa, os donos do bar, Stéphane e Tozé, são muito simpáticos e o espaço é acolhedor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Claro está que a nossa entrada tinha que ser memorável, e nada melhor do que partirmos uns copos e tomarmos banho de champanhe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visitem ;)&lt;/span&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/8500009982652082802-4600019579903340310?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4600019579903340310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=4600019579903340310' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/4600019579903340310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/4600019579903340310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/momentos-3.html' title='Momentos #3'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-998487240050671901</id><published>2009-08-13T00:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:09:26.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>David Fonseca - A Cry 4 Love #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nq8b5kzmANc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nq8b5kzmANc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais uma vez, o grande David Fonseca brinda-nos com um aperitivo para o novo trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep on David! Always surprising us!&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/8500009982652082802-998487240050671901?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/998487240050671901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=998487240050671901' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/998487240050671901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/998487240050671901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/david-fonseca-cry-4-love-2.html' title='David Fonseca - A Cry 4 Love #2'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-2904541036382849822</id><published>2009-08-12T23:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:06:26.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SoNH4B4VL1I/AAAAAAAAArQ/1-CL1VhPmFU/s1600-h/12082009172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SoNH4B4VL1I/AAAAAAAAArQ/1-CL1VhPmFU/s400/12082009172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369214208658714450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Little Tiago Boy @ Office [9:20hrs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Eu sou eu. Sou o mundo, sou tudo um pouco, sou cada um, sou a alegria e a tristeza. Na verdade, eu sou o mundo todo numa só pessoa. Todas as personalidades estão em mim e todas as vontades de viver, sentir e descobrir. Sou uma bomba prestes a explodir, idéias, sou o barulho e o silêncio. Sou como a escuridão, que ninguém vê, quando só valem as palavras. Sou o rapaz dos sonhos, a criança agitada, o adolescente descobrindo a vida. Sou tudo ao mesmo tempo e por isso... O que pareço ser pode não corresponder ao que eu sou..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Texto roubado daqui: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://do-you-believe-in-angels.blogspot.com/"&gt;Do You Believe In Angels?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500009982652082802-2904541036382849822?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2904541036382849822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=2904541036382849822' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/2904541036382849822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/2904541036382849822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='(...)'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SoNH4B4VL1I/AAAAAAAAArQ/1-CL1VhPmFU/s72-c/12082009172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-4835490347522477792</id><published>2009-08-11T22:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:45:37.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8LTjjMjbpOk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8LTjjMjbpOk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Everyone's changing, I stay the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'm... a solo cello outside a chor-us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I've got a secret, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's time for me to tell that you've been keeping me warm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Just sweet beginnings and bitter en-dings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In coffee city, we borrowed hea-ven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Don't give it back, I've never felt so wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Are you taking me home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You tell me you have to go... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; [Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I miss you like nobody else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I kiss you, and nobody needs to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Now that you've left me, there's no retur-ning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I keep comparing, you're always win-ning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I try to be strong but you'll never be more wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Will you make me at home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Don't tell me you have to go... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; [Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I miss you like nobody else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I kiss you, and nobody needs to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Ya da... ya da... ya da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; To sweet beginnings and bitter en-dings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In coffee city, we borrowed hea-ven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Don't give it back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Winter is coming and I need to stay warm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The heat..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; [Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I miss you like nobody else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I kiss you, and nobody knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; [Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I miss you like nobody else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I kiss you, and nobody needs to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Corrs - Summer Sunshine - Borrowed Heaven (2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque ultimamente as músicas dos The Corrs, significam muito, e são a minha cara chapada.&lt;br /&gt;E nada melhor do que sair de casa, sentir o Sol bater-nos na cara, e estar a ouvir esta música... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8500009982652082802-4835490347522477792?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4835490347522477792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=4835490347522477792' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/4835490347522477792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/4835490347522477792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-sunshine.html' title='Summer Sunshine'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-6842658083704735912</id><published>2009-08-10T22:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:40:46.032+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bem, recebi um mail com este quiz, e achei que a ideia era gira para pôr no blog, assim ficam a conhecer-me um pouco melhor ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como devem de calcular, algumas questões, não vou responder completamente verdade ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Quiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Qual o teu nome completo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Little Tiago Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Qual a tua data e local de nascimento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Lisboa, 21 de Setembro de 1988, ás 21:58hrs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Onde vives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Pais e 2 gatas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estudas, trabalhas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Namoras? Com quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sim! Com o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://nobodys-bitcho.blogspot.com"&gt;Nobody's Bitcho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A tua altura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 1,60 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O teu peso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 52 kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cor dos olhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Naturalmente são castanhos, mas com lentes ficam azuis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cor do cabelo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Preto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estrutura corporal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; +/- definido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tens piercings, tatuagens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 1 piercing, no sobrolho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como te definirias neste momento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Normal, relaxado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que estás a fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A escrever e a ouvir música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que gostas de fazer nos tempos livres?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Fotografar, passear, namorar, navegar na net, sair á noite, divertir-me, ver TV, ouvir música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem são os teus melhores amigos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; O meu babe, Raquel e Patricia (desde a maternidade), Ana, Carlos, Daniel, Jeanette, Eugénia, Paulo, Joana, e mais uns quantos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Achas que qualquer um deles era capaz de fazer fosse o que fosse por ti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sim, e já tive provas disso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ligam-te ás 5 da manhã, a chorar, porque o namorado acabou tudo, o que é que tu fazes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tento acalmar a pessoa, visto-me, meto-me num táxi e vou limpar-lhe as lágrimas (já aconteceu...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eras capaz de fazer fosse o que fosse pelos teus amigos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E pela familia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Depende das pessoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Qual a pessoa da tua familia de quem gostas mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; O meu sobrinho Tiago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que é que já fizeste de ilegal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ui.... A única coisa que me lembro que posso meter aqui no blog, foi ter conduzido na A1, sem carta durante uns bons km, e a 140 km/h xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já estiveste preso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Não! (nem espero vir a estar...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já estiveste envolvido em algum acidente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Indirectamente, em 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;És sexualmente activo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah babe! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que mais gostas de fazer na cama? E que te façam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; CONFIDENTIAL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Qual a cena mais ousada que fizeste para um parceiro/a? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com música sensual, e com pouca luz, ter feito um grande striptease, com ele algemado...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Qual a cena mais ousada que um parceiro/a te fez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Levar-me para o WC da escola e fazer mesmo ali... (ai onde isso já não vai...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;És feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sim. Muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que te faz falta neste momento? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tanta coisa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Projectos para o futuro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Prefiro não fazer planos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Qual a música que define o teu estado de espírito neste momento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The Corrs - Only when I sleep (a que passa agora no mp3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Qual a música que define a tua vida neste momento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tuff question... Queen - Don't Stop Me Now; Linkin Park - Given Up, Air Traffic - No More Running Away e Kings of Leon - Use Somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Qual o último livro que leste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sangue Fresco, de Charlaine Harris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Qual o último filme que viste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Elizabeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando foi a última vez que foste ao cinema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; No dia 31 de Julho. Fui ver o Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince (á tarde com o babe), e á noite fui ver The Hangoover (com o babe e o Daniel).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como te consideras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Simpático, brincalhão, maluco, educado, fiel, leal, apaixonado, dedicado, preguiçoso, teimoso, persistente, tímido (um pouco...)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Mas isto ainda demora???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fumas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bebes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Quando saio com amigos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Viva a 1906! Viva a Tertúlia! Viva a Primizade! Viva Eu! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que vais fazer a seguir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Continuar a ouvir música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500009982652082802-6842658083704735912?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6842658083704735912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=6842658083704735912' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/6842658083704735912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/6842658083704735912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/quiz.html' title='Quiz!'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-6046080981651653217</id><published>2009-08-04T19:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:46:32.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Eyes! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SniHAg3REhI/AAAAAAAAAqw/mu3RL38Qklw/s1600-h/DSC039912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SniHAg3REhI/AAAAAAAAAqw/mu3RL38Qklw/s400/DSC039912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366187398903435794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" width="180" height="23" bgcolor="#FBFBFB" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=0vczNo9Ga19SbvNmLud3b0JWZ3VWZyZmL3d3d/Tiziano%2520Ferro%2520-%2520Perdono%2520-%2520Italien.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, it's me! And I feel just great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500009982652082802-6046080981651653217?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6046080981651653217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=6046080981651653217' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/6046080981651653217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/6046080981651653217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/green-eyes-d.html' title='Green Eyes! =D'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SniHAg3REhI/AAAAAAAAAqw/mu3RL38Qklw/s72-c/DSC039912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-327458745603810561</id><published>2009-07-29T22:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:04:41.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemas #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SnDGh-hXV8I/AAAAAAAAAqo/nogUHIFWYTg/s1600-h/Lua+minha.....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SnDGh-hXV8I/AAAAAAAAAqo/nogUHIFWYTg/s400/Lua+minha.....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364005443219183554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" width="180" height="23" bgcolor="#FBFBFB" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=18yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9Sdo5yd15ybpRWYylnYhJWa05WY/Savage%2520Garden%2520-%2520I%2520Want%2520You.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando chegaste enfim, para te ver&lt;br /&gt;Abriu-se a noite em mágico luar;&lt;br /&gt;E para o som de teus passos conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Pôs-se o silêncio, em volta, a escutar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegaste, enfim! Milagre de endoidar!&lt;br /&gt;Viu-se nessa hora o que não pode ser:&lt;br /&gt;Em plena noite, a noite iluminar&lt;br /&gt;E as pedras do caminho florescer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijando a areia de oiro dos desertos&lt;br /&gt;Procurara-te em vão! Braços abertos,&lt;br /&gt;Pés nus, olhos a rir, a boca em flor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E há cem anos que eu era nova e linda!...&lt;br /&gt;E a minha boca morta grita ainda:&lt;br /&gt;Porque chegaste tarde, ó meu Amor?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                         Florbela Espanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S.: A 6 de Agosto é a próxima Lua Cheia ;)&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/8500009982652082802-327458745603810561?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/327458745603810561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=327458745603810561' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/327458745603810561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/327458745603810561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/poemas-2.html' title='Poemas #2'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SnDGh-hXV8I/AAAAAAAAAqo/nogUHIFWYTg/s72-c/Lua+minha.....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-7719712441544380464</id><published>2009-07-27T13:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:37:35.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>David Fonseca - A Cry 4 Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigado David.&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/dQU-Xn0dE6w&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQU-Xn0dE6w&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Podem fazer o download do novo single do David Fonseca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.davidfonseca.com"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&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/8500009982652082802-7719712441544380464?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7719712441544380464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=7719712441544380464' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/7719712441544380464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/7719712441544380464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/cry-4-love.html' title='David Fonseca - A Cry 4 Love'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-7649202780694128019</id><published>2009-07-25T21:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:49:11.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vS8w0hNpJ2w&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vS8w0hNpJ2w&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's late at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I'm feeling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; There're couples standing on the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sharing summer kisses and silly sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; So I step inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Pour a glass of wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; With a full glass and an empty heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I search for something to occupy my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; But you are in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Swimming forever in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tangled in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Swimming forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; So listen to the radio (listen to the radio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And all the songs we used to know, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; So listen to the radio (listen to the radio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Remember where we used to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Now it's morning light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And it's cold outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Caught up in a distant dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I turn and think that you are by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; So I leave my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I try to dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Wandering why my mind plays tricks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And fools me into thinking you are there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; But you're just in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Swimming forever in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Not lying in my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Just swimming forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; So listen to the radio (listen to the radio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And all the songs we used to know, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; So listen to the radio (listen to the radio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Remember where we used to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I listen to the radio (listen to the radio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And all the songs we used to know, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I listen to the radio (listen to the radio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Remember where we used to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; You are in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Swimming forever in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tangled in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Swimming forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (Swimming forever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Swimming forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; So listen to the radio (listen to the radio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And all the songs we used to know, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; So listen to the radio (listen to the radio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Remember where we used to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I listen to the radio (listen to the radio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And all the songs we used to know, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I listen to the radio (listen to the radio)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Corrs - MTV Unplugged - Radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8500009982652082802-7649202780694128019?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7649202780694128019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=7649202780694128019' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/7649202780694128019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/7649202780694128019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-late-at-night-and-im-feeling-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-6755395566867966357</id><published>2009-07-23T23:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:28:02.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemas #1</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/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SmjiERGh5oI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1DpUBuZRb2U/s1600-h/DSC_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SmjiERGh5oI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1DpUBuZRb2U/s400/DSC_0273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361783919322719874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" width="180" height="23" bgcolor="#FBFBFB" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvc2bsJ2bpRWYy9Cay9icm5SZulGbu9mLhl3brl2c/The%2520Corrs%2520-%2520Rebel%2520Heart.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Às vezes, em dias de luz perfeita e exacta,&lt;br /&gt;Em que as coisas têm toda a realidade que podem ter,&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto a mim próprio devagar&lt;br /&gt;Porque sequer atribuo eu&lt;br /&gt;Beleza às coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor acaso tem beleza?&lt;br /&gt;Tem beleza acaso um fruto?&lt;br /&gt;Não: têm cor e forma&lt;br /&gt;E existência apenas.&lt;br /&gt;A beleza é o nome de qualquer coisa que não existe&lt;br /&gt;Que eu dou às coisas em troca do agrado que me dão.&lt;br /&gt;Não significa nada.&lt;br /&gt;Então porque digo eu das coisas: são belas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, mesmo a mim, que vivo só de viver,&lt;br /&gt;Invisíveis, vêm ter comigo as mentiras dos homens&lt;br /&gt;Perante as coisas,&lt;br /&gt;Perante as coisas que simplesmente existem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que difícil ser próprio e não ser senão o visível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;                                        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alberto Caeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Oiçam a música até ao fim, e sintam os arrepios como eu sinto. Leiam o poema, e sintam Pessoa ao pé de vocês ;))&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/8500009982652082802-6755395566867966357?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6755395566867966357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=6755395566867966357' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/6755395566867966357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/6755395566867966357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/poemas-1.html' title='Poemas #1'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SmjiERGh5oI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1DpUBuZRb2U/s72-c/DSC_0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-9012123567813478765</id><published>2009-07-21T20:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:57:37.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas que tocam #12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/njWWbtb99KZL5wZOaAlb/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como eu gosto destes meninos, e há tanto tempo que não ouvia nada deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como encontrei o último cd deles, que andava desaparecido, ora prontos, re-viciei-me xD&lt;/span&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/8500009982652082802-9012123567813478765?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9012123567813478765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=9012123567813478765' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/9012123567813478765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/9012123567813478765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/musicas-que-tocam-12.html' title='Músicas que tocam #12'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-9051300552552981843</id><published>2009-07-19T13:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:02:34.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desvaneios Fotográficos #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SmMXj9CEZ5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/dQlRh_dMCpQ/s1600-h/18072009147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SmMXj9CEZ5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/dQlRh_dMCpQ/s400/18072009147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360153887947122578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ora bem, ontem apesar de tudo, tive com o meu menino de ouro, o meu sobrinho xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Também Tiago de seu nome, e como podem ver pela foto, com os olhos parecidos com os meus, o que é normal, pois todos nós na família temos os olhos iguais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este é o menino que eu falo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/desabafo.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, e que neste momento se encontra muito bem. Está um traquinas, sempre a correr, a brincar e a falar. Mas também é um fofo, apesar de eu não gostar de ver o Panda, soube bem estar no sofá contigo aninhado no meu colo ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/idd_92ajjwY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/idd_92ajjwY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bem sei que ando muito musical, mas enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500009982652082802-9051300552552981843?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9051300552552981843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=9051300552552981843' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/9051300552552981843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/9051300552552981843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/desvaneios-fotograficos-7.html' title='Desvaneios Fotográficos #7'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SmMXj9CEZ5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/dQlRh_dMCpQ/s72-c/18072009147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-3553544088423604586</id><published>2009-07-15T21:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:46:47.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prémio Felizes Juntos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi com muita surpresa que hoje, no blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://andmyman.blogspot.com/"&gt;felizes juntos"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, vi que era um dos contemplados do famoso prémio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"105. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" target="_blank" href="http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;little tiago boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; »» pela espécie de diário que é e que espelha muitos dos gostos do autor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apesar de andar um bocado "ausente" em termos de comentários aos vossos blogs, eu tou sempre atento a eles ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Prémio, já se encontra no seu devido lugar! No próximo jantar, estarei presente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigado ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500009982652082802-3553544088423604586?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3553544088423604586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=3553544088423604586' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/3553544088423604586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/3553544088423604586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/premio-felizes-juntos.html' title='Prémio Felizes Juntos'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-107771670550006144</id><published>2009-07-14T22:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:40:53.034+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas que tocam #11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fnGnWPfdU3I&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fnGnWPfdU3I&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma das melhores músicas do panorama nacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Grito o teu nome, sem saber, como será o amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foi um sonho real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por uma noite..."&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/8500009982652082802-107771670550006144?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/107771670550006144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=107771670550006144' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/107771670550006144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/107771670550006144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/musicas-que-tocam-11.html' title='Músicas que tocam #11'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-5315170225933110062</id><published>2009-07-13T02:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:40:53.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Addicted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hotvnewsimages.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/the-tudors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 281px;" src="http://hotvnewsimages.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/the-tudors.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estou completamente viciado nesta série, e não é apenas por o protagonista, Jonathan Rhys Meyers, ser o menino dos anúncios da Hugo Boss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(se bem que ele é lindo! Aqueles olhos e aquele corpo... ui!&lt;/span&gt;) mas a história em si é apaixonante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desde sempre, tive um fascínio pela história inglesa, sendo os reinados de Henrique VIII e Isabel I, o período que mais me apaixonou e os que mais conheço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aconselho vivamente esta série, que é pura e simplesmente fascinante!&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/8500009982652082802-5315170225933110062?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5315170225933110062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=5315170225933110062' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/5315170225933110062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/5315170225933110062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/totally-addicted.html' title='Totally Addicted!'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-6497931799577858774</id><published>2009-07-12T13:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:42:30.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas que tocam #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_U6iSAn_fY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_U6iSAn_fY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Something always bring me back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It never takes too long..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tou completamente viciado nesta música... &lt;/span&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/8500009982652082802-6497931799577858774?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6497931799577858774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=6497931799577858774' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/6497931799577858774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/6497931799577858774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/musicas-que-tocam-10.html' title='Músicas que tocam #10'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-1523066238411513083</id><published>2009-07-04T19:33:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:59:43.664+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/teWVoCnRqIc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/teWVoCnRqIc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois de na semana passada a bela da Tertúlia, ter terminado a noite, no Trumps, onde por acaso encontrei o dono do blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://euporaquigay.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Eu por aqui gay"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, que me veio cumprimentar, eis que esta semana, depois dum jantar bem regado com sangria branca e preta, terminamos a noite no mesmo sítio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi a pura da loucura, muita diversão, muita dança, muitas emoções, mas acima de tudo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fomos nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desde colegas de trabalho, desde "engates" no bar, línguas de fora para colegas hetero e   bebidas oferecidas á única mulher connosco, desta vez houve de tudo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas assim é que nos divertimos, e assim é que nos podemos rir um pouco quando pensamos nas coisas. E claro, podemos começar a planear a semana seguinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O pior de tudo, é que enquanto uns podem dormir á vontade (chegámos a casa entre as 6 e as 7hrs, não consigo precisar) outros não tem essa sorte, e têm de fazer directas, ou dormir pouco porque têm de ir trabalhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas nada melhor do que estar na esplanada no dia seguinte a venerar o deus-Sol. =D&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/8500009982652082802-1523066238411513083?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1523066238411513083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=1523066238411513083' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/1523066238411513083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/1523066238411513083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/momentos-2.html' title='Momentos #2'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-7751494774771322386</id><published>2009-06-23T22:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:02:47.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rihanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SkFPdQLL-XI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/cxGK-mWGlu4/s1600-h/IM000541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SkFPdQLL-XI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/cxGK-mWGlu4/s400/IM000541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350645196269549938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Photo: /me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Date: 15/07/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FBFBFB" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=0vMHZuV3bz9yYpNXdt9icm5SZlJnZuUWbhdGb11WZ/Rihanna%2520-%2520Shut%2520Up%2520and%2520Drive.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#CC0000;playlist_text:#999999;" width="180" height="23"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"So if you feel me let me know, know, know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Come on now what you waiting for, for, for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; My engine's ready to explode, explode, explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; So start me up and watch me go, go, go, go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Got you where you wanna go if you know what i mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Got a ride that smoother than a limosine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Can you handle the curves? Can you run all the lights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; If you can baby boy then we can go all night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8500009982652082802-7751494774771322386?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7751494774771322386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=7751494774771322386' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/7751494774771322386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/7751494774771322386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/rihanna.html' title='Rihanna'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6Ry7KMJdiE/SkFPdQLL-XI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/cxGK-mWGlu4/s72-c/IM000541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8500009982652082802.post-4514430686207788095</id><published>2009-06-19T00:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:24:45.861+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Direitos LGBT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iesb.br/moduloonline/imgs/IMG3290_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.iesb.br/moduloonline/imgs/IMG3290_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora, na conversa com um amigo meu, sobre a Marcha do Orgulho '09, ele perguntou-me se eu ia, porque ele e o namorado estão a pensar em vir a Lisboa para participar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nós já não falavamos á algum tempo, e após esta pergunta, perguntei-lhe se ja se tinha assumido, perante os pais... Ao que a resposta foi não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A minha questão é: se não damos o primeiro passo, junto daqueles que amamos, juntos daqueles em quem confiamos, de que vale vir para a rua, hastear bandeiras e defender direitos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dar a cara na rua porque ninguém nos conhece? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não, não concordo, talvez por ter assumido a minha sexualidade aos meus pais com apenas 17 anos, e a reacção deles até ter sido boa, e neste momento aceitarem bem o meu namorado e os meus amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho que o essencial da luta pelos direitos da minoria a que pertenço começa em casa, com os pais, familia e amigos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hastear bandeiras em praça pública, sem assumir em praça "privada"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't think that way...&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/8500009982652082802-4514430686207788095?l=pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4514430686207788095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8500009982652082802&amp;postID=4514430686207788095' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/4514430686207788095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8500009982652082802/posts/default/4514430686207788095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureofmythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/direitos-lgbt.html' title='Direitos LGBT'/><author><name>Little Tiago Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097728007547154622</uri><email>tiagovintem2@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08828377462382017163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry></feed>