<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676</id><updated>2011-11-06T12:46:10.667-08:00</updated><category term='Música'/><category term='Notícia'/><category term='Animação'/><category term='Televisão'/><category term='Cinema'/><category term='Vida'/><category term='Literatura'/><category term='Concertos'/><category term='Festivais de Verão'/><category term='Divagações'/><category term='Amigos'/><category term='trabalho'/><category term='Encontro'/><title type='text'>Palavras na Parede</title><subtitle type='html'>mural dos meus eus</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-5391519629242359215</id><published>2011-04-21T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T05:05:50.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Grace is gone</title><content type='html'>Gostava de poder escrever algo bonito sobre isto. Mas, e ainda bem que assim é, a música fala por si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 480px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmC3kpM3C_k?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmC3kpM3C_k?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que me apaixonei de novo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-5391519629242359215?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/5391519629242359215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-7776570780254054708</id><published>2011-04-12T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:18:20.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Canta...</title><content type='html'>"Anda&lt;br /&gt;tira essa dor do peito, anda&lt;br /&gt;despe essa roupa preta e manda&lt;br /&gt;seu corpo deslembrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canta&lt;br /&gt;vira dor pelo avesso&lt;br /&gt;Canta&lt;br /&gt;larga essa vida assim as tontas&lt;br /&gt;Deixa esse desenganar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calma&lt;br /&gt;Dê o tempo ao tempo, calma&lt;br /&gt;alma&lt;br /&gt;Põe cada coisa em seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;E o dia virá, algum dia virá&lt;br /&gt;Sem aviso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video 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href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2011/04/canta.html' title='Canta...'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/M4pLhTbebaY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-3206838003867835954</id><published>2011-04-11T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T16:58:34.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Sshh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TiOg5c1IkuA/TaOTrD-Qf3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/YmghvWc3uwM/s1600/MilesDavisPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TiOg5c1IkuA/TaOTrD-Qf3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/YmghvWc3uwM/s400/MilesDavisPoster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594477530134380402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OCqZE6oBSsQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-3206838003867835954?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TiOg5c1IkuA/TaOTrD-Qf3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/YmghvWc3uwM/s72-c/MilesDavisPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-6854693734779227922</id><published>2011-04-10T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T18:54:05.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Beyond The Missouri Sky</title><content type='html'>Hoje adormeço assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jtSpiF5q-Cg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-6854693734779227922?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/6854693734779227922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=6854693734779227922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6854693734779227922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6854693734779227922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2011/04/beyond-missouri-sky.html' title='Beyond The Missouri Sky'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jtSpiF5q-Cg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-843188458516901045</id><published>2011-04-06T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T03:37:59.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Brozman</title><content type='html'>Ele é o Bob Brozman.&lt;br /&gt;E é o meu novo grande vicio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vX--sM5G52U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-843188458516901045?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/843188458516901045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=843188458516901045' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/843188458516901045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/843188458516901045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2011/04/brozman.html' title='Brozman'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vX--sM5G52U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-3713768209899467451</id><published>2011-03-31T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T06:50:42.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encontro'/><title type='text'>Sentimental</title><content type='html'>Eu diria que é Amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xSYzcBeZ2vU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-3713768209899467451?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/3713768209899467451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=3713768209899467451' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/3713768209899467451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/3713768209899467451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2011/03/sentimental.html' title='Sentimental'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xSYzcBeZ2vU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-6516146959499332895</id><published>2011-03-30T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:19:21.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encontro'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Palavras são...só palavras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-6516146959499332895?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/6516146959499332895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=6516146959499332895' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6516146959499332895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6516146959499332895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2011/03/palavras-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-319959523511005061</id><published>2011-03-28T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T04:39:05.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encontro'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não refuto mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ogNsB_dHPlw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-319959523511005061?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/319959523511005061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=319959523511005061' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/319959523511005061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/319959523511005061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2011/03/youtube-video-player.html' title=''/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ogNsB_dHPlw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-4258207270589948997</id><published>2011-02-04T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:57:28.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encontro'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Hoje sim posso dizer que sei qual é o significado da palavra nostalgia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-2512984559486397102</id><published>2009-09-10T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:09:38.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para sempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-2512984559486397102?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/2512984559486397102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=2512984559486397102' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="200" width="310"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0puyJsSHjs4&amp;amp;hl=en&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/0puyJsSHjs4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="200" width="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão bonito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-7994033917913692239?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/7994033917913692239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Sorri...sempre"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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/2181835014848710676-91350469162995362?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/91350469162995362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=91350469162995362' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/91350469162995362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/91350469162995362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://www.imeem.com/people/5Fhmyg/music/Apmpo_9K/kelly-joe-phelps-03-kellyjoephelps-spanishhandswwwfile2/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-7075753547149119428?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/7075753547149119428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=7075753547149119428' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/7075753547149119428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/7075753547149119428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-meu-coracao-reformou-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-5141733487430113609</id><published>2009-03-15T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:50:44.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O meu passo em frente.&lt;br /&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/2181835014848710676-5141733487430113609?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/5141733487430113609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=5141733487430113609' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/5141733487430113609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/5141733487430113609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-meu-passo-em-frente.html' title=''/><author><name>Graça 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-7906086015631369685?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/7906086015631369685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=7906086015631369685' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/7906086015631369685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/7906086015631369685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2009/01/s-vezes.html' title='Estado de Espírito'/><author><name>Graça 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Na parede, ficam as marcas que ele deixou, palavras soltas, imagens aqui e acolá. Nesta parede infinita, em que fica tanto por dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008, o ano do crescimento, da garra, das grandes amizades, das grandes perdas, das grandes satisfações; o ano da luta, o ano das conquistas e das derrotas, o ano do amor.  O ano que vos viu partir e que vos viu chegar. O ano em que senti tudo, de todas as maneiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta parede ficarão gravados os nossos sorrisos e as nossas lágrimas, as nossas loucuras e os nossos momentos maus, as nossas conversas, os nossos olhares. E assim nos imortalizamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que venha 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a4.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3386706919785187748&amp;amp;site=widget-a4.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919785187748&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a4.slide.com/p1/3386706919785187748/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919785187748&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a4.slide.com/p2/3386706919785187748/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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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://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=jxX2wNWfCd"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=jxX2wNWfCd"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=jxX2wNWfCd"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=jxX2wNWfCd"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/jxX2wNWfCd/" 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/provence-de-josefina/music/WOfeCEiB/damien_rice_crimes/"&gt;Crimes - Damien Rice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-765976331883226879?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/765976331883226879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=765976331883226879' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/765976331883226879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/765976331883226879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-5634141791558247858</id><published>2008-12-14T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:02:02.496-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Fado de Hoje</title><content type='html'>O meu som.Hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/-l9W-uCVbC/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/-l9W-uCVbC/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&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://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=-l9W-uCVbC"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=-l9W-uCVbC"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=-l9W-uCVbC"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" 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/owMMPb/music/yr65LYeX/deolinda_lisboa_no_a_cidade_perfeito/"&gt;Lisboa não é a cidade perfeito - Deolinda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://locuraviajes.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/cuadro-fado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 373px;" src="http://locuraviajes.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/cuadro-fado.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ainda bem que há um fado qualquer&lt;br /&gt;que diz tudo o que a vida não diz."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-5634141791558247858?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/5634141791558247858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=5634141791558247858' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/5634141791558247858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/5634141791558247858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/12/fado-de-hoje.html' title='Fado de Hoje'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-4716789736133534182</id><published>2008-11-17T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:34:01.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>A minha resposta</title><content type='html'>...somos duas cromas, tenho te a dizer! E agora, ja nao te podes queixar de não por nada de novo aqui=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/SSH_TMY3kvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pWaJkxr9Om4/s1600-h/PICT0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/SSH_TMY3kvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pWaJkxr9Om4/s320/PICT0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269773744208319218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-4716789736133534182?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/4716789736133534182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=4716789736133534182' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/4716789736133534182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/4716789736133534182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/11/minha-resposta.html' title='A minha resposta'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/SSH_TMY3kvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pWaJkxr9Om4/s72-c/PICT0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-6200502519059279664</id><published>2008-09-02T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:51:09.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>OqueEstrada</title><content type='html'>Colei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/k28CZqIto0/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/k28CZqIto0/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/twentyonegrams/music/YwDJGNcE/oquestrada_se_esta_rua_fosse_minha/"&gt;Se Esta Rua Fosse Minha - OQuestrada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Banda: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo - contrabacia&lt;br /&gt;Lima - guitarra portuguesa&lt;br /&gt;Miranda - voz&lt;br /&gt;Zeto - guitarra ritmica e voz&lt;br /&gt;Donatello - acordeão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/oquestrada"&gt;www.myspace.com/oquestrada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://um-buraco-na-sombra.netsigma.pt/fotos/85/oquestrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px  10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://um-buraco-na-sombra.netsigma.pt/fotos/85/oquestrada.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-6200502519059279664?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/6200502519059279664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=6200502519059279664' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6200502519059279664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6200502519059279664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/09/oqueestrada.html' title='OqueEstrada'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-405718865272536901</id><published>2008-09-01T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:43:47.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>"Ao olhar atrás reconheço os meus erros, censurem-me se quiserem.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que fiz levou-me aqui, e não há que mudar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou, sem hesitar, seguir a minha vontade...Ir a outro lugar sem tempo nem idade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer fazemos o destino&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer seguimos um caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sento-me a olhar um cruzamento, hesito um instante a pensar...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto vontade de um dia viver por uma incerteza de amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo mudou, agora já eu sei onde vou!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez encontre alguém que me diga onde estou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eddson.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/caminho2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://eddson.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/caminho2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem querer fazemos o destino...Sem querer seguimos um caminho.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hands On Approach, Um Destino&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/2181835014848710676-405718865272536901?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/405718865272536901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=405718865272536901' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/405718865272536901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/405718865272536901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/09/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-8993727776943758284</id><published>2008-08-31T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:54:27.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>Insónia</title><content type='html'>Amanhece. Indiferente à minha insónia, o dia nasce, muito, muito devagarinho. A noite abandona-me na minha solidão. Não me importo. Nunca disse que me importava que o sol nascesse. Nunca disse me importava que o dia se impusesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhece. E eu, feliz por ter vivido mais uma noite, adormeço a sorrir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-8993727776943758284?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/8993727776943758284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=8993727776943758284' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/8993727776943758284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/8993727776943758284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/08/amanhecer.html' title='Insónia'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-416237574934526050</id><published>2008-08-20T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:34:00.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>Tenho dito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-416237574934526050?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/416237574934526050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=416237574934526050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/416237574934526050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/416237574934526050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/08/frias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-7101113130232779180</id><published>2008-07-09T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T15:11:25.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivais de Verão'/><title type='text'>Sinto-me Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/SHU3RAI1uYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NSBNAODlIPw/s1600-h/cartaz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/SHU3RAI1uYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NSBNAODlIPw/s320/cartaz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221140108240337282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-7101113130232779180?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/7101113130232779180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=7101113130232779180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/7101113130232779180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/7101113130232779180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/07/sinto-me-alive.html' title='Sinto-me Alive!'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/SHU3RAI1uYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NSBNAODlIPw/s72-c/cartaz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-2501612144286636182</id><published>2008-07-09T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T15:04:31.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivais de Verão'/><title type='text'>PlayList V - Optimus Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Menos de 24horas e eu estarei lá, a viver tudo, de todas as maneiras. Hoje sinto-me Alive, com aquele excitaçãozinha irritante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dedico o meu espaço a Neil Young, que estará no palco principal do festival no dia 12. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heart of Gold". Uma delícia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c7M1Se-p7uk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c7M1Se-p7uk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live,&lt;br /&gt;I want to give&lt;br /&gt;I've been a miner&lt;br /&gt;for a heart of gold.&lt;br /&gt;It's these expressions&lt;br /&gt;I never give&lt;br /&gt;That keep me searching&lt;br /&gt;for a heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me searching&lt;br /&gt;for a heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Redwood&lt;br /&gt;I crossed the ocean&lt;br /&gt;for a heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;I've been in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;it's such a fine line&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me searching&lt;br /&gt;for a heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me searching&lt;br /&gt;for a heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me searching&lt;br /&gt;for a heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;You keep me searching&lt;br /&gt;for a heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;I've been a miner&lt;br /&gt;for a heart of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aquariumdrunkard.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/neil-young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 141px;" src="http://www.aquariumdrunkard.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/neil-young.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Site Oficial: &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;www.neilyoung.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-2501612144286636182?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/2501612144286636182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=2501612144286636182' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/2501612144286636182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/2501612144286636182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/07/playlist-v-optimus-alive.html' title='PlayList V - Optimus Alive'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-459854112217126439</id><published>2008-07-08T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:33:53.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivais de Verão'/><title type='text'>PlayList IV - Optimus Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Faltam apenas dois dias. Em fase de preparação, deixo-vos com toda a alegria e folia dos Gogol Bordello, que subirão ao palco já no dia 10. Uma mistura de culturas que vai explodir em alegria e muita, muita dança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not a Crime"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJlGutqFqfg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJlGutqFqfg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop the charges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Russian]:Gimme the forbidden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire and the power, yuh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ukrainian]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In the old time it was not a crime, drop the charges,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you realise the sun rises?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Drop the charges, man! Drop the charges!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Right you are! And this time, let the people know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the old time, in the old time,&lt;br /&gt;In the old time it was not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;(What are you talking about?)&lt;br /&gt;In the old time, in the old time,&lt;br /&gt;In the old time it was not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;(It's all nonsensical!)&lt;br /&gt;Not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the old time, in the old time,&lt;br /&gt;In the old time it was not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;In the old time, in the old time,&lt;br /&gt;In the old time it was not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*coughs*)&lt;br /&gt;Not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;Drop the charges!&lt;br /&gt;Not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;Not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;Not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Russian]: Oh, gimme the forbidden! Aphorism*&lt;br /&gt;Spices, creation, realisation, naturalisation,&lt;br /&gt;What are you talking about? It's all about time 'cos today you go to nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;In the old time, in the old time,&lt;br /&gt;In the old time it was not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;In the old time, in the old time,&lt;br /&gt;In the old time it was not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not a crime, not a crime!)&lt;br /&gt;Not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;[Russian]: Oh, gimme the forbidden!&lt;br /&gt;Not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;Not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;Drop the charges, man!&lt;br /&gt;Not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;Drop the charges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Russian] [I] have been sitting dangling my legs, [I] didn't want to work&lt;br /&gt;Not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;[Russian] [I] have been sitting dangling my legs, [I] didn't want to work&lt;br /&gt;Not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;(It's not a crime, it's legal - perfectly natural).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.monlue2007.it/img_gruppi/gogol_bordello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 246px;" src="http://www.monlue2007.it/img_gruppi/gogol_bordello.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Site Oficiall: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="a"&gt;www.gogolbordello.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-459854112217126439?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/459854112217126439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=459854112217126439' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/459854112217126439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/459854112217126439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/07/playlist-iv-optimus-alive.html' title='PlayList IV - Optimus Alive'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-467558738475930480</id><published>2008-07-06T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T17:25:08.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>O Nevoeiro</title><content type='html'>Sem dúvida, um dos melhores filmes que já vi.&lt;br /&gt;Do brilhante Stephen King - The Mist - O Nevoeiro. Um filme de Frank Darabont com as interpretações de With Thomas Jane, Marcia Gay Hardene e Laurie Holden.&lt;br /&gt;O filme da semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hypado.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/the-mist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 364px;" src="http://hypado.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/the-mist.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-467558738475930480?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/467558738475930480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=467558738475930480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/467558738475930480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/467558738475930480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-nevoeiro.html' title='O Nevoeiro'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-4682906395661634883</id><published>2008-07-05T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:02:14.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivais de Verão'/><title type='text'>PlayList III - Optimus Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Já farta de esperar, hoje opto por Ben Harper, que actuará no festival no dia 12 de Julho, com os "The Innocent Criminals". Que eu esteja lá para ver, viver e sentir cada momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música que acalma a alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Widow of a living man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lnMDjsnQStg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lnMDjsnQStg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mama why does he treat me so cold&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel so old&lt;br /&gt;how long has he treated me unkind&lt;br /&gt;or have i always been so blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the widow of a living man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't the times stay the same&lt;br /&gt;now i am begging him to change&lt;br /&gt;what about all the plans we made&lt;br /&gt;now i am so afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the widow of a living man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does he hurt me so&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna need someplace to go&lt;br /&gt;he's no longer some kind woman's son&lt;br /&gt;mama i think that i had better run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the widow of a living man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hippiesounds.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/ben_harper_4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 214px;" src="http://hippiesounds.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/ben_harper_4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti, Joana, que não vais ouvir Ben Harper comigo mas é como se lá estivesses=)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Site Oficial: www.benharper.net&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/2181835014848710676-4682906395661634883?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/4682906395661634883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=4682906395661634883' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/4682906395661634883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/4682906395661634883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/07/playlist-iii-optimus-alive.html' title='PlayList III - Optimus Alive'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-8384114975095975060</id><published>2008-07-04T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:01:56.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivais de Verão'/><title type='text'>PlayList II - Optimus Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Seis dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O dia estava choroso e pedia uma música assim. Bob Dylan actuará no dia 11 de Julho, nos festival Optimus Alive. Para miúdos e graúdos, recomenda-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bob Dylan com "Blind Willie McTell". Palavras para quê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: georgia;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8-eo_Czyhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8-eo_Czyhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Seen the arrow on the doorpost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saying, "This land is condemned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All the way from New Orleans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To Jerusalem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I traveled through East Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where many martyrs fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I know no one can sing the blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like Blind Willie McTell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I heard the hoot owl singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As they were taking down the tents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The stars above the barren trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Were his only audience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Them charcoal gypsy maidens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can strut their feathers well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But nobody can sing the blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like Blind Willie McTell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;See them big plantations burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hear the cracking of the whips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Smell that sweet magnolia blooming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(And) see the ghosts of slavery ships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can hear them tribes a-moaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(I can) hear the undertaker's bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Yeah), nobody can sing the blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like Blind Willie McTell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There's a woman by the river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With some fine young handsome man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He's dressed up like a squire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bootlegged whiskey in his hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There's a chain gang on the highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can hear them rebels yell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I know no one can sing the blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like Blind Willie McTell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, God is in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And we all want what's his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But power and greed and corruptible seed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Seem to be all that there is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm gazing out the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Of the St. James Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I know no one can sing the blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like Blind Willie McTell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bobdylanlyrics.net/bob_dylan_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 202px;" src="http://www.bobdylanlyrics.net/bob_dylan_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Site Oficial: www.bobdylan.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&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/2181835014848710676-8384114975095975060?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/8384114975095975060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=8384114975095975060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/8384114975095975060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/8384114975095975060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/07/playlist-ii-optimus-alive.html' title='PlayList II - Optimus Alive'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-3517334486822993831</id><published>2008-07-03T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:45:35.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivais de Verão'/><title type='text'>PlayList - Optimus Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ratm.com/photos/live/images/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 224px;" src="http://www.ratm.com/photos/live/images/23.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Falta uma semana para o festival Optimus Alive. O festival apresenta uma mão cheia de bandas interessantes com destaque para os Rage Against the Machine, que vêm, finalmente, dar de beber aos que têm sede de os ver ao vivo.&lt;br /&gt;A banda de Tom Morello,  Zack de la Rocha, Tim Commerford e Brad Wilk estará em Portugal no dia 10 de Julho.&lt;br /&gt;No que toca à minha pessoa, bem, resta-me uma semana para me preparar fisica e psicologicamente para o grande mosh que me vai atacar!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música de hoje: Sleep Now in the Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/416542555" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=1240477454&amp;amp;playerId=416542555&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swliveconnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" height="510" width="430"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brad_Wilk" title="Brad Wilk"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is my expense&lt;br /&gt;The cost of my desire&lt;br /&gt;Jesus blessed me with its future&lt;br /&gt;And I protect it with fire&lt;br /&gt;So raise your fists and march around&lt;br /&gt;Dont dare take what you need&lt;br /&gt;I'll jail and bury those committed&lt;br /&gt;And smother the rest in greed&lt;br /&gt;Crawl with me into tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Or i'll drag you to your grave&lt;br /&gt;I'm deep inside your children&lt;br /&gt;They'll betray you in my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Sleep now in the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Sleep now in the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lie is my expense&lt;br /&gt;The scope with my desire&lt;br /&gt;The party blessed me with its future&lt;br /&gt;And i protect it with fire&lt;br /&gt;I am the nina, the pinta, the santa maria&lt;br /&gt;The noose and the rapist, the fields overseer&lt;br /&gt;The agents of orange&lt;br /&gt;The priests of hiroshima&lt;br /&gt;The cost of my desire&lt;br /&gt;Sleep now in the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Sleep now in the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Sleep now in the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it's the end of history&lt;br /&gt;It's caged and frozen still&lt;br /&gt;There is no other pill to take&lt;br /&gt;So swallow the one&lt;br /&gt;That makes you ill&lt;br /&gt;The nina, the pinta, the santa maria&lt;br /&gt;The noose and the rapist, the fields' overseer&lt;br /&gt;The agents of orange&lt;br /&gt;The priests of hiroshima&lt;br /&gt;The cost of my desire&lt;br /&gt;Sleep now in the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep now in the fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Site oficial da banda: www.ratm.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-3517334486822993831?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/3517334486822993831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=3517334486822993831' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/3517334486822993831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/3517334486822993831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/07/playlista.html' title='PlayList - Optimus Alive'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-7079537350237979559</id><published>2008-06-30T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:31:00.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Televisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>Espaço T</title><content type='html'>Um semestre de trabalho que (quase) chegou ao fim. Aqui fica a reportagem feita no âmbito da disciplina de Televisão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDBpjd6jLhs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDBpjd6jLhs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reportagem de Graça Salgueiro e Sara Azevedo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-7079537350237979559?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/7079537350237979559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=7079537350237979559' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/7079537350237979559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/7079537350237979559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/06/espao-t_30.html' title='Espaço T'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-848316045095600402</id><published>2008-06-30T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:28:10.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>Efeitos Cognitivos do Second LIfe</title><content type='html'>Um documentário feito para a disciplina Psicossociologia da Comunicação. Uma grande equipa=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPrgGPbdcVM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPrgGPbdcVM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Documentário de &lt;span&gt;Adriano Cerqueira, Ana Pinto, Andreia Magalhães, Cláudia Magalhães, Graça Salgueiro e Sara Azevedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-848316045095600402?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/848316045095600402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=848316045095600402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/848316045095600402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/848316045095600402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/06/efeitos-cognitivos-do-second-life.html' title='Efeitos Cognitivos do Second LIfe'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-404108103880185855</id><published>2008-06-09T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:48:07.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Vicio</title><content type='html'>Amo, amo, amo!&lt;br /&gt;Música original de Bob Dylan, do álbum John Wesley Harding, de 1967.&lt;br /&gt;A versão é de Michael Hedges. Lindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/SE2zAqBdHRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/75nZHHMvRwk/s1600-h/MichaelHedges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/SE2zAqBdHRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/75nZHHMvRwk/s320/MichaelHedges.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210017167799295250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ck44AyZ7ag/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ck44AyZ7ag/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/5Fhmyg/music/5kx4QSGP/michael_hedges_all_along_the_watchtower/"&gt;All Along The Watchtower - Michael Hedges&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-404108103880185855?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/404108103880185855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=404108103880185855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/404108103880185855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/404108103880185855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/06/vicio.html' title='Vicio'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/SE2zAqBdHRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/75nZHHMvRwk/s72-c/MichaelHedges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-1893060510385920260</id><published>2008-05-17T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:32:46.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>As minhas pessoas</title><content type='html'>Sempre quis fazer uma coisa destas. Apresento-vos as pessoas que dão cor à minha existência.Sem mais a acrescentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-28.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970206905384&amp;amp;site=widget-28.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=360287970206905384&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-28.slide.com/p1/360287970206905384/bb_t047_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=360287970206905384&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-28.slide.com/p2/360287970206905384/bb_t047_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-1893060510385920260?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/1893060510385920260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=1893060510385920260' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/1893060510385920260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/1893060510385920260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/05/ode.html' title='As minhas pessoas'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-3503306172548321510</id><published>2008-05-17T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T07:17:59.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>Adormeceu</title><content type='html'>Este blog adormeceu!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que se passou, mas a verdade é que adormeceu. Nunca mais se actualizou, ou por preguiça ou por cansaço, mas adormeceu, é um facto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não adormeci, bem que gostava, mas não tenho tempo para essas superficialidades. O meu tempo esgota-se em tanto e em tão pouco que o adormecer não faz parte dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ested blog adormeceu! E agora, eu, que tão pouco tempo tenho, tenho de o ajudar a acordar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-3503306172548321510?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/3503306172548321510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=3503306172548321510' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/3503306172548321510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/3503306172548321510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/05/adormeceu.html' title='Adormeceu'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-7276124880859832975</id><published>2008-04-06T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:25:43.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wish you were here</title><content type='html'>So, so you think you can tell&lt;br /&gt;Heaven from Hell,&lt;br /&gt;Blue skys from pain.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell a green field&lt;br /&gt;From a cold steel rail?&lt;br /&gt;A smile from a veil?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did they get you to trade&lt;br /&gt;Your heros for ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;Hot ashes for trees?&lt;br /&gt;Hot air for a cool breeze?&lt;br /&gt;Cold comfort for change?&lt;br /&gt;And did you exchange&lt;br /&gt;A walk on part in the war&lt;br /&gt;For a lead role in a cage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in a fish bowl,&lt;br /&gt;Year after year,&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground.&lt;br /&gt;What have we found?&lt;br /&gt;The same old fears.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Para sempre*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9R7JdULJUh/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9R7JdULJUh/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-7276124880859832975?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/7276124880859832975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=7276124880859832975' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/7276124880859832975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/7276124880859832975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/04/wish-you-were-here.html' title='wish you were here'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-2548891084590262678</id><published>2008-03-25T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:58:13.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>Imago (Homines Partus)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Imagino me a acordar pela primeira vez e a descobrir tudo o que me envolve...Imagino me nua e crua, sem crença, sem mentira, só eu. Corpo e alma imaculados prontos a viver as quatro estações da vida. Imagino me só eu...só eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring came with awakening, came with innocense and joy&lt;br /&gt;Spring came with fascination and desire to deploy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R-msdZRs4hI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DdoPM4wfh3s/s1600-h/primavera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R-msdZRs4hI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DdoPM4wfh3s/s320/primavera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181862467267781138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;Summer came with restlessness and curiousity&lt;br /&gt;Summer came with longing for the things we could not be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R-msupRs4iI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nWFNJwY8G-A/s1600-h/verao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R-msupRs4iI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nWFNJwY8G-A/s320/verao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181862763620524578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the forest, take me to the trees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me anywhere as long as you take me&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the ocean, take me to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the Breathe and BE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn came with knowledge, came with ego came with pride&lt;br /&gt;Autumn came with shamefulness for the things we could not hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R-mtCZRs4jI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iXCBVp_RQNI/s1600-h/outono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R-mtCZRs4jI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iXCBVp_RQNI/s320/outono.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181863102922940978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter came with anger and a bitter taste of fate&lt;br /&gt;Winter came with fear for the things we could not escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R-mthJRs4kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YwoqIi9vjIE/s1600-h/inverno.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R-mthJRs4kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YwoqIi9vjIE/s320/inverno.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181863631203918402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the forest, take me to the trees&lt;br /&gt;Take me anywhere as long as you take me&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the ocean, take me to the sea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the Breathe and BE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me of the forest, teach me of the trees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me anything as long as you teach me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me of the ocean, teach me of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Teach me of the Breathe and BE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me! I am the one creation&lt;br /&gt;Hear me! I am all the love that came from Anim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;ae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know me! I am the incarnation&lt;br /&gt;Fear me! I am all the power held by Animae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me of the forest, give me of the trees&lt;br /&gt;Give me anything as long as it's for me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me of the ocean, give me of the sea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me of the Breathe and BE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me all the forests, give me all the trees&lt;br /&gt;Give me everything as long as it's for free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me all the oceans, give me all the seas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me all the breathing BE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Pain of Salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando passamos do nada ao tudo, o que nos resta mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/PnA1V0kyg7"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/PnA1V0kyg7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-2548891084590262678?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/2548891084590262678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=2548891084590262678' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/2548891084590262678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/2548891084590262678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/03/imagino-me-acordar-pela-primeira-vez-e.html' title='Imago (Homines Partus)'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R-msdZRs4hI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DdoPM4wfh3s/s72-c/primavera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-1478189057088262907</id><published>2008-03-25T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T17:33:25.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícia'/><title type='text'>AAAHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Afinal os gnomos existem!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0fPoH2gWzc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0fPoH2gWzc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é um vídeo amador de um jovem argentino, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jose Alvarez&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Uma notícia publicado pelo The Sun no dia 11 de Março.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DETESTO GNOMOS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-1478189057088262907?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/1478189057088262907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=1478189057088262907' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/1478189057088262907'/><link 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georgia;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Eles dizem que o tempo vai matar a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Eu digo que a dor vai matar o meu tempo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ben Harper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://notasaocafe.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 194px;" src="http://notasaocafe.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/tempo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;E tanto se podia dizer sobre o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/2181835014848710676-6503650472488481672?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/6503650472488481672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=6503650472488481672' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Acreditar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R-g5rpRs4cI/AAAAAAAAAEA/y5K8u2fAz5A/s1600-h/fofo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R-g5rpRs4cI/AAAAAAAAAEA/y5K8u2fAz5A/s320/fofo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181454793267012034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Acredito que acreditar que sobrevivemos é o que nos faz sobreviver"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;in Anatomia de Grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditas?&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/2181835014848710676-4243334171034615072?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R-g5rpRs4cI/AAAAAAAAAEA/y5K8u2fAz5A/s72-c/fofo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-6184339750392734402</id><published>2008-03-18T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:01:15.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animação'/><title type='text'>"The cat came back"</title><content type='html'>Hilariante!&lt;br /&gt;Em tempos, era eu muito nova, vi esta animação na Sic Radical, nas minhas horas de almoço solitárias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora ela voltou...para me assombrar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BnoEbld_ht4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param 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width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LrPKYf--Rmw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LrPKYf--Rmw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Pedro Serrazina - 1995&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-1231894663626737483?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/1231894663626737483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=1231894663626737483' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/1231894663626737483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/1231894663626737483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/02/estria-do-gato-e-da-lua.html' title='&quot;Estória do Gato e da Lua&quot;'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-1958637540722302735</id><published>2008-02-24T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:35:33.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>Quando a guitarra chora</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Um som vale por mil palavras...por mil imagens...uma melodia pode fazer te sorrir ou chorar...sem qualquer tipo de pudor ou inibição, o sentimento que um conjunto de notas tão harmoniozamente tocadas pode marcar te para toda a vida. E os sentimentos que essa melodia traz vão para além do infinito do ser humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" &gt;Quando a guitarra chora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ioavsW0tgI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ioavsW0tgI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young&lt;br /&gt;In a world of magnets and miracles&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary&lt;br /&gt;The ringing of the division bell had begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway&lt;br /&gt;Do they still meet there by the Cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Running before time took our dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground&lt;br /&gt;To a life consumed by slow decay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass was greener&lt;br /&gt;The light was brighter&lt;br /&gt;With friends surrounded&lt;br /&gt;The night of wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us&lt;br /&gt;To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again&lt;br /&gt;Dragged by the force of some inner tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a higher altitude with flag unfurled&lt;br /&gt;We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encumbered forever by desire and ambition&lt;br /&gt;There's a hunger still unsatisfied&lt;br /&gt;Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Though down this road we've been so many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass was greener&lt;br /&gt;The light was brighter&lt;br /&gt;The taste was sweeter&lt;br /&gt;The nights of wonder&lt;br /&gt;With friends surrounded&lt;br /&gt;The dawn mist glowing&lt;br /&gt;The water flowing&lt;br /&gt;The endless river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-1958637540722302735?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/1958637540722302735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=1958637540722302735' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/1958637540722302735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/1958637540722302735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/02/quando-guitarra-chora.html' title='Quando a guitarra chora'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-5046072104874392714</id><published>2008-01-25T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T13:29:59.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concertos'/><title type='text'>Kusturica</title><content type='html'>Emir Kusturica and The No Smoking Orchestra - Unza Unza Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpO93jR4kL4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpO93jR4kL4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emir Kusturica and The No Smoking Orchestra vão dar espectáculo hoje, dia 25 de Janeiro, no Coliseu do Porto. O autor de "Gato Preto, Gato Branco" apresenta hoje no Porto e amanhã em Lisboa, o novo álbum “Time of the Gypsies”, que conta com o frenético e contagiante tema "Unza Unza Time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que foram, uma palavra: INVEJA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-5046072104874392714?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/5046072104874392714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=5046072104874392714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/5046072104874392714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-827103547500015096?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/827103547500015096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=827103547500015096' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/827103547500015096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/827103547500015096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2008/01/hibernei.html' title=''/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-3437722742034473350</id><published>2007-12-16T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:10:25.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>Hoje só tenho uma coisa a dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mundo que vá dar uma curva!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-3437722742034473350?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-6186415008984417291</id><published>2007-12-12T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T13:59:12.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Iris</title><content type='html'>Aquele filme que ficou no coração...Aquela música que ficou no coração.&lt;br /&gt;Porque tinha tantas saudades de a sentir, aqui vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsK90GWBVLY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsK90GWBVLY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt; You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt; And I don't want to go home right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   And all I can taste is this moment&lt;br /&gt; And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause sooner or later it's over&lt;br /&gt; I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt; When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt; I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt; Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt; When everything feels like the movies&lt;br /&gt; And you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt; I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(break and solo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt; When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt; I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt; When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt; I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt; I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt; I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&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/2181835014848710676-6186415008984417291?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/6186415008984417291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=6186415008984417291' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6186415008984417291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6186415008984417291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/12/iris.html' title='Iris'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-5162675919814476657</id><published>2007-12-12T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:17:51.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>O Natal e uma mulher bonita e perfumada que se esqueceu de viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Natal chegou à cidade! Veio enfeitado de luzes às cores que não param de piscar, de Pais Natais que insistem em subir as paredes das casas, de árvores de Natal gigantescas. O Natal chegou à cidade e trouxe a confusão total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ruas mostram-se em tons de verde, azul e encarnado, mostram-se agitadas por uma população que, com o tempo, aprendeu que andar depressa não chega, é preciso correr para comprar as melhores coisas, aos melhores preços. E se já não houver aquilo que se pretendia comprar, então azar, dá-se mais dez euros para compensar o facto de não oferecer à pessoa querida aquele exacto perfume, aquela exact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a boneca e não ficarmos mal vistos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o stress instala-se em cada um de nós, porque o tempo não pára e é preciso ter tudo pronto, a tempo e a horas para que no dia vinte e quatro de Dezembro a mesa esteja posta, a árvore de Natal esteja cheia de embrulhos que reservam as melhores surpresas para cada um. Não há tempo para pensar, não há tempo para sentir porque o tempo, esse deus dos dias de hoje, não nos deixa relaxar. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passear nas ruas do Porto deixa de ser possível a partir do momento em que o Natal se instala. É preciso fugir à confusão e se quisermos tomar um café, então que o tomemos em casa porque os cafés estão lotados. E quando árvores gigantes se erguem no meio da avenida mais conhecida da cidade, mostrando-se imponentes, dando a sensação que estão em confronto directo com os próprios monumentos que ali já criaram raízes, então senhores utentes, esqueçam os sábados e os domingos na baixa do Porto, porque tão cedo não conseguirão sair de lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;O Natal chegou à cidade, mas foi recebido com a superficialidade dos dias de hoje. Que o diga a Torre dos Clérigos que agora é vista em todos os cantos da cidade, não por ser a torre mais alta mas porque o Natal se encarregou de a enfeitar de maneira a não passar despercebida. A sobriedade da Torre passou a ser substituída por aquilo a que os próprios habitantes chamam de «discoteca aberrante». &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena do Natal. O Natal deixou de ser o nascimento de Jesus, deixou de ser a época das histórias e lendas do Pai Natal, deixou de ser o pretexto da entreajuda entre os homens. O Natal é uma mulher bonita, perfumada, que insiste em ser a melhor anfitriã, ter a melhor mesa de jantar, ter as melhores ofertas. Uma mulher lindíssima que se esqueceu que sentir e viver é o mais importante da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/2181835014848710676-5162675919814476657?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/5162675919814476657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=5162675919814476657' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/5162675919814476657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/5162675919814476657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-natal-chegou-cidade.html' title='O Natal e uma mulher bonita e perfumada que se esqueceu de viver'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-8353681537717281403</id><published>2007-11-30T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T10:47:22.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>Miguel Azevedo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"&gt;«O meu berço foi definitivamente muito musical»&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;Miguel Azevedo estudou&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R1Bar84D_bI/AAAAAAAAADo/xOma8LIx0qQ/s1600-R/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138706885951880626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R1Bar84D_bI/AAAAAAAAADo/wjAdLxCWdyE/s320/m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; música na escola do pai, formou duas bandas, os Insert Coin e os Mosh, e conseguiu, com a última, atingir objectivos que não pareciam ser possíveis. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = u1 /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;Miguel Azevedo nasceu rodeado pela música. Desde pequeno que sempre quis tocar um instrumento: «Tinha muitos instrumentos em casa, tentei tocar piano e saxofone, mas foram tentativas falhadas. Sempre tive oportunidade de tocar instrumentos mas só com a guitarra, principalmente com a guitarra eléctrica é que me deu o clique, ou seja, foi com a descoberta da guitarra que o chamado bichinho da música me ferrou».&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;Este gosto pela música levou Azevedo, como é conhecido por todos, a formar duas bandas. Primeiro estreou-se com os Insert Coin: «Os Insert Coin foram a banda com que vivi a aprendizagem dos primeiros concertos, onde vivi a evolução musical dos elementos da banda. Foi o projecto embrião».&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;Mais tarde envolveu-se num projecto que o levou a atingir objectivos que pareciam impossíveis. Em 2005 nascem os &lt;a href="http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/11/miguel-azevedo.html"&gt;Mosh&lt;/a&gt; pela mão de Azevedo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;É licenciado na Escola Superior de Música, em produção musical mas a sua especialidade é a guitarra eléctrica: «&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;sou licenciado em produção musical, do curso de produção e tecnologias da música (…) mas investi claramente em tocar guitarra que é a minha especialidade».&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Fez parte do elenco do musical «Jesus Cristo Superstar»: «&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;O Jesus Cristo Superstar foi uma oportunidade que surgiu, fiz uma audição sem saber muito bem onde me estava a meter mas escolheram-me e fiz cerca de cento e cinquenta espectáculos aqui no Porto». &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;Prepara-se agora para tocar guitarra clássica noutro musical, o «Música no Coração».&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-8353681537717281403?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/8353681537717281403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=8353681537717281403' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/8353681537717281403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/8353681537717281403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/11/miguel-azevedo_30.html' title='Miguel Azevedo'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R1Bar84D_bI/AAAAAAAAADo/wjAdLxCWdyE/s72-c/m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-6380084144140586585</id><published>2007-11-30T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T10:50:58.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>Miguel Azevedo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"&gt;Mosh, uma banda para «partir tudo»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;O ano de 2005 viu nascer os Mosh, uma banda que já tem na&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R1BaKc4D_aI/AAAAAAAAADg/3YUTKFIDydo/s1600-R/as.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138706310426262946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="234" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R1BaKc4D_aI/AAAAAAAAADg/eveEt3-Pm7g/s320/as.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sua bagagem um concerto em Vilar de Mouros, um vídeo na MTV e uma nomeação para melhor banda portuguesa na MTV Europe Music Awards. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Os Mosh surgiram em 2005, pela iniciativa de &lt;a href="http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/11/miguel-azevedo_30.html"&gt;Miguel Azevedo&lt;/a&gt;: «Acabei por decidir ter uma banda para tocar alto, para «partir tudo». O Hard Club foi o primeiro palco que a banda pisou: «O Hard Club é a nossa maior saudade, tocámos lá algumas vezes e temos uma vontade enorme de pisar aquele palco, se o espaço voltar a abrir, como se espera».&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;Vilar de Mouros foi o concerto mais marcante na história da banda: o concerto foi marcante, pela emoção de termos tanto público (…) mas nós sabíamos que estávamos a pôr a «carroça à frente dos bois».&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;Foi pela mão de Ricardo Teixeira, profissional de vídeo, que os Mosh gravaram o seu primeiro vídeo clip «Where Are You Now»: Divertimo-nos a fazer o vídeo mas foi doloroso (…) era das nove da manhã à meia-noite, &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:personname st="on" productid="em pleno Dezembro"&gt;em pleno Dezembro&lt;/st1:personname&gt;, num armazém quase abandonado, cheio de água…ainda por cima como tinha que parecer que estava calor levávamos borrifadelas de água para parecermos suados».&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;Foram nomeados pela MTV para melhor banda: «um premiozinho gratificante».&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;Para o futuro os Mosh planeiam gravar um disco e fazer uma tour pela Europa: «Não é difícil fazer uma tour, é cada vez mais fácil: há o euro, há o Myspace, há a Internet e eu tenho de conseguir fazer isso». &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/2181835014848710676-6380084144140586585?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/6380084144140586585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=6380084144140586585' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6380084144140586585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6380084144140586585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/11/miguel-azevedo.html' title='Miguel Azevedo'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/R1BaKc4D_aI/AAAAAAAAADg/eveEt3-Pm7g/s72-c/as.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-8706592485746572604</id><published>2007-11-11T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T15:38:59.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>Viver</title><content type='html'>Envolvidos pelo dia-a-dia que mal nos deixa respirar, esquecemo-nos, tantas vezes, de olhar para o céu, numa noite fria em que não há nuvens.As estrelas enchem-nos de sonhos, de esperanças, de esquecimentos...é tão bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pequenos momentos que nos ficam na lembrança como guloseimas...Aqueles risos descontraídos que não são mais que risos...é tão bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os acordes daquela música ou daquela ou da outra. O som que nos embala, o som pesado, o som leve, o som bonito, o som desconcertante. O som que chora ou que ri...é tão bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrever sem pensar, escrever sem julgar, escrever porque sim, porque me apetece, porque faz sentido ou porque não faz...é tão bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque às vezes nos esquecemos de viver e de sentir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-8706592485746572604?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/8706592485746572604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=8706592485746572604' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/8706592485746572604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/8706592485746572604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/11/viver.html' title='Viver'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-253731873164879308</id><published>2007-10-22T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T14:29:34.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>Safe Home - Anthrax (em jeito de confidência)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="content" style="float: left; clear: left; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial;" lang="en"&gt;Ás vezes não se dá o devido valor às coisas, às pessoas...Mas isso também faz com que, quando nos apercebemos desse valor, um sorriso dos grandes nos ilume o rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8dm8v87Sg3k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8dm8v87Sg3k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been down this road once or twice before&lt;br /&gt;Through the open door&lt;br /&gt;I come falling through it&lt;br /&gt;Theres a sign post up ahead&lt;br /&gt;Like a watershed&lt;br /&gt;And it opens my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ways, for me to begin&lt;br /&gt;To be born again&lt;br /&gt;And knowing for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Ways, all so differently&lt;br /&gt;Shine for me to see&lt;br /&gt;The better man that I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been places in my head&lt;br /&gt;Behind me worse than whats ahead&lt;br /&gt;And on my path just like a dream&lt;br /&gt;Takes me from the inbetween&lt;br /&gt;From out of nowhere you came strong as stone&lt;br /&gt;And now Ill never have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;What it is I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have always been my safe home&lt;br /&gt;I walk, I run, I burn out into you&lt;br /&gt;You have always been my safe home&lt;br /&gt;My whole world has moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I am and Ill always be&lt;br /&gt;Your reality, is better than I could dream&lt;br /&gt;All my fears turn from black to white&lt;br /&gt;And Id stand and fight&lt;br /&gt;The whole world for you&lt;br /&gt;Faith, and destiny&lt;br /&gt;I never did believe&lt;br /&gt;My only God is love and&lt;br /&gt;Faith, what I see in you&lt;br /&gt;And I can hold it true&lt;br /&gt;Like a weight in my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma música que me diz muito, por muita coisa...Obrigado por seres o meu porto seguro.&lt;br /&gt;E parabéns=)*&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/2181835014848710676-253731873164879308?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/253731873164879308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=253731873164879308' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/253731873164879308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/253731873164879308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/10/safe-home-anthrax-em-jeito-de.html' title='Safe Home - Anthrax (em jeito de confidência)'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-2102230244587302022</id><published>2007-09-28T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:21:14.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concertos'/><title type='text'>«Velha Guarda Metal Fest II»</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/Rv1An84SL2I/AAAAAAAAADY/m1r-PCfXmBU/s1600-h/vgmf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/Rv1An84SL2I/AAAAAAAAADY/m1r-PCfXmBU/s320/vgmf2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115315806864027490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É já amanhã, dia 29 de Setembro, que o teatro de Sá da Bandeira, no Porto, vai receber o «Velha Guarda Metal Fest II».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este acontecimento de «peso» começa às 14.30 e vai receber bandas como &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspace.com/moshmusic"&gt;Mosh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspace.com/heavenwood"&gt;Heavenwood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Web, Cycles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspace.com/theeorakle"&gt;Thee Orakle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Mind Feeder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspace.com/obliquerain"&gt;Oblique Rain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, The Fire, Hybrid Corp e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspace.com/framepicturesband"&gt;Framepictures.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que querem assistir a este concerto e ainda não arranjaram bilhete, aqui estão os locais onde o podem adquirir:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teatro Sá da Bandeira   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vicios &lt;/span&gt;- R. Formosa, nº 89 - Porto   &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piranha&lt;/span&gt; - Centro Comercial Parque Itália, Loja 73 - Porto   &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oblivion&lt;/span&gt; - Rua das Flores, 104 (Junto ao Mercado Ferreira Borges) - Porto   &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Café ML&lt;/span&gt; - Rua Mártires da Liberdade (junto ao El Diablo)- Porto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é um dos concertos do ano para os amantes do metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabelos compridos, cabedal, correntes e afins vão encher o velho teatro e vão, como em bom português se diz, «deitar a casa abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez, basta clicares no nome de algumas bandas para poderes conhecer aquilo que te espera neste grande espectáculo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-2102230244587302022?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/2102230244587302022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=2102230244587302022' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/2102230244587302022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/2102230244587302022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/09/velha-guarda-metal-fest-ii.html' title='«Velha Guarda Metal Fest II»'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/Rv1An84SL2I/AAAAAAAAADY/m1r-PCfXmBU/s72-c/vgmf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-1405281872674200361</id><published>2007-08-17T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:36:17.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Conhecem-no?É um Cão Muito Mau!</title><content type='html'>Boitezuleika - Cão Muito Mau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi impossível não me apaixonar por esta música...O que primeiro me soou a «wow-que-letra-um-pouco-estúpida» tornou-se em «wow-que-música-mesmo-fixe», capaz de me fazer dar pulinhos, não por me mexerem no «pilau», obviamente, mas pela  sua sonoridade tão    espontânea, tão cheia de ritmo.&lt;br /&gt;Este tema faz parte do álbum «Éramos assim», um albúm que ainda não tive oportunidade de conhecer mas vontade não falta.&lt;br /&gt;Para já fico-me por «Cão Muito Mau», aquilo que chamo de «uma boa lufada de ar» na música portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9Nw0THDG5A"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9Nw0THDG5A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite está muito, muito fria&lt;br /&gt;Corres o risco de apanhar pneunomia&lt;br /&gt;Pareces uma fada, é como por magia&lt;br /&gt;Agita-me a varinha e transforma a noite em dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou, um cão muito mau(um cão)&lt;br /&gt;Porque não me dão afecto(muito mau)&lt;br /&gt;Mas se me mexem no pilau&lt;br /&gt;Dou pulinhos, até chegar dou pulinhos&lt;br /&gt;Até chegar dou pulinhos&lt;br /&gt;Até chegar ao tecto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite está muito, muito fria&lt;br /&gt;Corres o risco de apanhar pneunomia&lt;br /&gt;Vá, mulher, tu és a confusão&lt;br /&gt;Corres o risco de apanhar uma tentação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou, um cão muito mau(um cão)&lt;br /&gt;Porque não me dão afecto(muito mau)&lt;br /&gt;Mas se me mexem no pilau&lt;br /&gt;Dou pulinhos, até chegar dou pulinhos&lt;br /&gt;Até chegar dou pulinhos&lt;br /&gt;Até chegar ao tecto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite está muito, muito fria&lt;br /&gt;Corres o risco de apanhar pneunomia&lt;br /&gt;Pareces uma fada, é como por magia&lt;br /&gt;Agita-me a varinha e transforma a noite em dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou, um cão muito mau(um cão)&lt;br /&gt;Porque não me dão afecto(muito mau)&lt;br /&gt;Mas se me mexem no pilau&lt;br /&gt;Dou pulinhos, até chegar dou pulinhos&lt;br /&gt;Até chegar dou pulinhos&lt;br /&gt;Até...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-1405281872674200361?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/1405281872674200361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=1405281872674200361' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/1405281872674200361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/1405281872674200361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/08/conhecem-noum-co-muito-mau.html' title='Conhecem-no?É um Cão Muito Mau!'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-4770794889873982060</id><published>2007-08-14T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T14:22:31.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>«Os Filhos Do Homem»</title><content type='html'>Children Of Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme da semana...Uma visão tanto ou quanto realista de um mundo que se está a matar aos poucos. E se a Humanidade se extinguisse?&lt;br /&gt;Um filme de Alfonso Cuarón, com interpretações de Clive Owen e Julianne Moore. O filme que marcou a minha semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/RsIc6fTPHUI/AAAAAAAAACw/rgAImgc-loc/s1600-h/children_of_men_ver4_xlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/RsIc6fTPHUI/AAAAAAAAACw/rgAImgc-loc/s320/children_of_men_ver4_xlg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098669519296994626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-4770794889873982060?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/4770794889873982060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=4770794889873982060' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/4770794889873982060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/4770794889873982060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/08/os-filhos-do-homem.html' title='«Os Filhos Do Homem»'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/RsIc6fTPHUI/AAAAAAAAACw/rgAImgc-loc/s72-c/children_of_men_ver4_xlg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-6134826586689404051</id><published>2007-08-14T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T13:59:53.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivais de Verão'/><title type='text'>Paredes de Coura - Fase III</title><content type='html'>Quando se está a deprimir em casa porque não se foi a um festival de Verão, nada melhor (ou pior), que ligar a televisão e plim...«eu podia estar ali!».&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que, como eu, ficaram a ver navios e não foram a Paredes, é possível acompanhar o festival  na Sic Radical, que o transmite em directo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divirtam-se!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-6134826586689404051?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/6134826586689404051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=6134826586689404051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6134826586689404051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6134826586689404051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/08/paredes-de-coura-fase-iii.html' title='Paredes de Coura - Fase III'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-7086556196979527744</id><published>2007-08-08T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T18:44:31.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>«I Have Something To Say»</title><content type='html'>O dia foi quentinho: o sol estava amigável mas o vento teve ciúmes e estragou o dia a quem queria estar na praia a trabalhar para o bronze. Há que dizer que fomos bem mais fortes que isso e lá estivemos nós a desafiar as tempestades de areia. Até o mar nos experimentou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite nasceu quentinha...E apetecia café, esplanada, gelados.&lt;br /&gt;A noite foi bem passada. Superámos a interminável hora de «QUERO UMA IGUANA», protagonizada pelo França.&lt;br /&gt;O Ferreira confessou que gosta de Cansei de Ser Sexy e ficámos um pouco desiludidos (claro está que ninguém o acusou de ser gay!).&lt;br /&gt;O Oliveira não se despachava a acabar de jantar.&lt;br /&gt;O Ferreira deu-me a conhecer uma banda de nome estranho que gosta de cantar «I Have Something To Say»...deve ter sido a única frase que me ficou na cabeça, daí que este maravilhoso post esteja assim entitulado.&lt;br /&gt;O Oliveira responde ao «QUERO UMA IGUANA» do França com um «tenho uma iguana para ti».&lt;br /&gt;A Graça passou toda a noite a escrever num recibo do metro do Porto coisas aleatórias para mais tarde postar no blog.&lt;br /&gt;O França , esquecendo a iguana, defende que os homens que acordam cedo  têm tendências homossexuais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui para casa...foi um bom dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(É de extrema importância referir que todos os nomes aqui escritos são puramente fictícios e nada têm a ver com a realidade).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/faC3XTInrgA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/faC3XTInrgA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-7086556196979527744?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/7086556196979527744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=7086556196979527744' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/7086556196979527744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/7086556196979527744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-something-to-say.html' title='«I Have Something To Say»'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-2870624932771757342</id><published>2007-08-06T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:22:22.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>London</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/Rre2EvTPHTI/AAAAAAAAACo/a1AOEjAPqb4/s1600-h/318353048_a14723ac43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/Rre2EvTPHTI/AAAAAAAAACo/a1AOEjAPqb4/s320/318353048_a14723ac43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095741695925886258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;«A light snow is falling in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All sign of th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e living has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The last train pulls into the station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And no one gets off, and no one gets on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I search inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Helps me remember the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That the taxi never came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I walk on in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One light burns in a window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It guides all the shadows below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Inside, the ghost of a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No one is left, just the cigarette smoke»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o espírito pede calma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Porcupine Tree, «London»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/2181835014848710676-2870624932771757342?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/2870624932771757342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=2870624932771757342' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/2870624932771757342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/2870624932771757342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/08/london.html' title='London'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/Rre2EvTPHTI/AAAAAAAAACo/a1AOEjAPqb4/s72-c/318353048_a14723ac43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-2756266178028814291</id><published>2007-08-04T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:47:42.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivais de Verão'/><title type='text'>Paredes de Coura - Fase II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E quis o  cruel Destino que eu não fosse a Paredes de Coura... Para o ano lá estaremos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-2756266178028814291?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/2756266178028814291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=2756266178028814291' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/2756266178028814291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/2756266178028814291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/08/paredes-de-coura-fase-2.html' title='Paredes de Coura - Fase II'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-6630092850968757374</id><published>2007-08-03T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:22:56.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/RrNTvfTPHPI/AAAAAAAAACI/jJf1OAuYYwA/s1600-h/deserto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/RrNTvfTPHPI/AAAAAAAAACI/jJf1OAuYYwA/s320/deserto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094507678807301362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;«Estou vivo - disse ao rapaz, enquanto comia um prato de tâmaras na noite sem fogueiras e sem Lua. - Enquanto estou a comer, não faço nada além de comer. Se estiver a caminhar, apenas caminharei. Se tiver que lutar, será um dia tão bom para morrer como qualquer outro. Porque não vivo nem no meu passado, nem no meu futuro. Tenho apenas o presente, e ele é o que me interessa. Se puderes permanecer sempre no presente, então serás um homem feliz. (...) A vida será uma festa, um grande festival, porque ela é sempre e apenas o momento que estamos a viver.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Paulo Coelho em «O Alquimista»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/2181835014848710676-6630092850968757374?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/6630092850968757374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=6630092850968757374' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6630092850968757374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6630092850968757374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/08/estou-vivo-disse-ao-rapaz-enquanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/RrNTvfTPHPI/AAAAAAAAACI/jJf1OAuYYwA/s72-c/deserto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-7597393585296444668</id><published>2007-08-03T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T08:34:47.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivais de Verão'/><title type='text'>Paredes de Coura - Fase I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/RrNIlPTPHOI/AAAAAAAAACA/2hq5Hwnx074/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/RrNIlPTPHOI/AAAAAAAAACA/2hq5Hwnx074/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094495408085736674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Com Vilar de Mouros cancelado, e porque o Verão não é Verão sem festivais de música, decidi, finalmente, conhecer o festival de Paredes de Coura que este ano se realiza nos dias 12, 13, 14 e 15 de Agosto. A primeira fase desta experiência passa por conhecer as bandas que vão pisar os quatro palcos de Paredes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;No palco principal, o Palco Heineken, vão passar nomes como: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/blastedmechanism"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/blastedmechanism"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/blastedmechanism"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Blasted Mechanism&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/maomorta"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Mão Morta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_81l4DXlwM"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Gogol Bordello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sonicyouth"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sonic Youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/canseidesersexy"&gt;Cansei de Ser Sexy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thesunshineunderground"&gt;Sunshine Underground&lt;/a&gt; ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lindamartini"&gt;Linda Martini.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Outros palcos estarão disponíveis: o Palco Ruby - «jazz na relva», onde poderás ver: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/zappalowbudgetresearchkitchen"&gt;ZAPPA - Low Budget research Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Paulo Barros 4tet ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fanfarraimprovisada"&gt;F.R.I.C.S. – Fanfarra Recreativa e Improvisada Colher de Sopa&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;        &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;O Palco Ibero-Sounds onde vão actuar:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bornalionband"&gt;Born a Lion&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/therightons"&gt;The Right Ons&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dAO0gSXfkg"&gt;Mundo Cão&lt;/a&gt; ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/slimmyuk"&gt;Slimmy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;          &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;O Palco After Hours&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;onde participam bandas como:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/simianmobiledisco"&gt;Simian Mobile Disco&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/uclic"&gt;U-Clic&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSoNupiReIo"&gt;Guns n’Bombs&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/foreignislands"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Foreign Islands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;        &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:11;"  &gt;Como para variar não conheço 70% das bandas que participam no festival, há que ir ao myspace e a outros sites que possam dar a conhecer a sua sonoridade e os seus projectos. Se também tu não conheces as bandas que aqui estão, basta clicares nos seus nomes que (magicamente) estarás a ouvir as suas músicas nos sites myspace ou youtube=).&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/2181835014848710676-7597393585296444668?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/7597393585296444668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=7597393585296444668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/7597393585296444668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/7597393585296444668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/08/paredes-de-coura-fase-i.html' title='Paredes de Coura - Fase I'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_01OAF101N8U/RrNIlPTPHOI/AAAAAAAAACA/2hq5Hwnx074/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-6027841628857323186</id><published>2007-08-02T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:23:25.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>Somewhere Over the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>Esta foi a banda sonora da minha semana. Não sei o que me fez gostar tanto do raio da música, sei que me faz bem e desperta em mim aquelas tendências hippies, sempre tão bem escondidas no ser que sou. Divagações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel Kamakawiwoole - Somewhere Over The Raimbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/yplahpD2NO"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/yplahpD2NO" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-6027841628857323186?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/6027841628857323186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=6027841628857323186' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6027841628857323186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6027841628857323186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/08/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='Somewhere Over the Rainbow'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-837721801663140892</id><published>2007-08-02T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:24:12.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concertos'/><title type='text'>Andy Mckee</title><content type='html'>Foi no passado dia 30 de Junho que eu e um grupo de amigos viajámos até Vila Real, numa daquelas viagens que nunca ninguém sabe como vai terminar. Fugimos do vento frio do Litoral e fomos para o Interior quente, com o humilde objectivo de ver um guitarrista de fingerstyle, já conceituado, apesar dos seus vinte e oito anos, chamado Andy Mckee, cujo nome foi submetido, por várias vezes, a vários trocadilhos (nada ofensivos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O concerto realizou-se no Teatro de Vila Real, pelas 10.30 da noite. Palavras para quê... Quem lá estava vibrou com o som bonito da acústica; quem já o conhecia ficou fascinado pelo resultado da música ao vivo, quem nunca o tinha ouvido surpreendeu-se com a beleza a sua melodia, quem não lhe achava muita piada reconheceu-lhe o valor e Andy Mackee conseguiu encher a plateia do teatro com não menos de setecentas pessoas, a sua maior audiência até hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Common Ground - Dreamcatcher:&lt;/span&gt; Vila Real, 30 de Junho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUI7sil_AG4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUI7sil_AG4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 1 de Julho, o dia acordou mais cinzento mas a vontade de acompanhar Andy Mckee até Amarante não esmoreceu. Assim foi, depois de uma noite bem dormida na Pousada de Juventude de Vila Real, e de barriga cheia, apanhámos o(s) comboio(s) até Amarante.&lt;br /&gt;O concerto realizou-se nos Claustros da Câmara Municipal, depois da apresentação da Escola de Música de Amarante, pela mesma hora do dia anterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VgsHThQxLec/Rolhh5Mj-GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tjQOOCEFq5k/s1600-h/Imagem%28372%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VgsHThQxLec/Rolhh5Mj-GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tjQOOCEFq5k/s320/Imagem%28372%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082700889381402722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy voltou a pisar os palcos de Portugal e a encantar a plateia, desta vez um pouco mais difícil devido à falta de elementos mais jovens. O espectáculo foi um pouco mais curto mas igualmente intenso. Depois do concerto, Andy juntou-se aos fãs para ir beber uns copos e partilhar histórias, conhecimentos, risos. Foi com pena que o vimos partir mas ficou a sensação de tudo ter valido a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Mckee vai ficar em Portugal até dia 7 de Julho, já que está previsto a sua actuação na Maia, no dia 6, e em Famalicão, dia 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Postado a 2 de Julho de 2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-837721801663140892?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/837721801663140892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=837721801663140892' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/837721801663140892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/837721801663140892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/08/andy-mckee_02.html' title='Andy Mckee'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VgsHThQxLec/Rolhh5Mj-GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tjQOOCEFq5k/s72-c/Imagem%28372%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-6866182424334301350</id><published>2007-08-02T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:24:22.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concertos'/><title type='text'>«Cães Raivosos» invadem Queima das Fitas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a19.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01495/81/04/1495604018_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 210px;" src="http://a19.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01495/81/04/1495604018_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os The Mad Dogs vão abrir a semana da Queima das Fitas, no Porto। A banda portuense estreará o palco da festa dos estudantes, na madrugada do dia seis de Maio, ao lado dos Blasted Mechanism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os The Mad Dogs afirmam ser um privilégio poder pisar o palco principal do Queimódromo, uma oportunidade concedida pela Federação Académica do Porto, que organizou o V Concurso de Bandas de Garagem, intitulado de "Salta da Garagem para o Palco Principal", de onde a banda saiu vencedora. O concurso, que teve lugar no bar Blá Blá, em Matosinhos, no passado dia vinte e oito de Março, contou com a participação de seis bandas de garagem – The Mad Dogs, Emotional Firewall, Driving Yellow Lights, Reticências, Halftone e Reckless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem viu os The Mad Dogs nessa noite afirma que este foi um dos melhores, senão o melhor concerto que a banda já deu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A banda, com três anos de formação, é constituída por Pedro Tola (voz, harmónica e percussão), Renato Alves, (baixo e voz), Bruno Guana e Sá (guitarra e voz) e Filipe Alemão (bateria), cinco jovens apaixonados pela sonoridade e atitude que influenciou tudo e todos nos anos sessenta e setenta: o Rock’n’Roll. Tendo como ídolos Led Zeppelin, ACDC e Guns’n’Roses, a banda conta já com catorze temas originais, influenciados nos Blues Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar do sucesso de hoje, os The Mad Dogs percorreram um caminho difícil para chegarem onde estão. Vocalista e guitarristas, unidos já pelo projecto que se iria tornar, mais tarde, na banda a sério, encontraram sérias dificuldades em arranjar músicos que «acreditassem no mundo, que lutassem por algo mas sempre de pés assentes na Terra uma vez que todos sabemos como é o panorama musical em Portugal», afirmam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrados os elementos «certos» e com a entrada do actual baterista, Filipe, já em 2005, a banda admite que foi com ele que «surgiu um ambiente realmente interessante e motivante». Foi com Filipe que os The Mad Dogs cresceram, criando e recriando músicas, dando concertos e atingindo os seus objectivos, sem nunca deixarem de acreditar no Rock’n’Roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os The Mad Dogs pretendem recriar, nas suas músicas e concertos, a «atitude cativante e energética praticada pelos seus ídolos» e já passaram por palcos como o do Hard Club, Uptown Bar, alcançado o primeiro prémio no nono Festival do Tiro ao Rock, em 2006, em Aguiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrir a semana da Queima das Fitas, no Porto, foi uma surpresa para a banda, que está feliz por ter saltado da garagem para o palco. Mais que tudo, os The Mad Dogs esperam divertir-se, agradar o público e até quem sabe ver algumas portas a abrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Postado a 4 de Maio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20%20http://www.myspace.com/themaddogs%20"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-6866182424334301350?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/6866182424334301350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=6866182424334301350' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6866182424334301350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6866182424334301350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/08/ces-raivosos-invadem-queima-das-fitas.html' title='«Cães Raivosos» invadem Queima das Fitas'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-6052758073636925865</id><published>2007-08-02T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:25:18.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concertos'/><title type='text'>Boa Noite e Bom Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-df.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970196637407&amp;amp;site=widget-df.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=0&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=360287970196637407&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-df.slide.com/p1/360287970196637407/bl_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tt=0&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=360287970196637407&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-df.slide.com/p2/360287970196637407/bl_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite: 24 de Abril.&lt;br /&gt;Local: Blá Blá.&lt;br /&gt;Acontecimento: três bandas portuguesas a darem o seu melhor e a mostrar, a quem lá estava, que existe muito boa música em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;Slow Motion Beer Walk, Homem Mau e Quetzal's Feather fizeram a festa, quem lá estava vibrou com a música.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão: E que tal abrir os olhos aos novos talentos e deixar os dinossauros descansarem um bocadinho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser conhecer os protagonistas deste post, faça lá o favor de clicar aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/homemmau"&gt;www.myspace.com/homemmau&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/slowmotionbeerwalk%20"&gt;www.myspace.com/slowmotionbeerwalk &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/quetzalsfeather"&gt;www.myspace.com/quetzalsfeather&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa Noite, Bom Rock'n'Roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Postado a 25 de Abril de 2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-6052758073636925865?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/6052758073636925865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=6052758073636925865' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6052758073636925865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/6052758073636925865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/08/boa-noite-e-bom-rock.html' title='Boa Noite e Bom Rock'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-807633373684637214</id><published>2007-08-02T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:04:22.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>4.40</title><content type='html'>Amante das curtas, aqui está uma boa iniciativa da Associação de Estudantes da Escola das Artes da Universidade Católica...40 horas de gravação, 4 minutos carregados de puro e duro entretenimento. É simples, é giro e ainda te faz dar umas boas gargalhadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 4.40 participa quem quiser, os temas são distribuidos à sorte, tu fazes a tua curta e o júri decide (júri muito bem constituido por especialistas em cinema).&lt;br /&gt;O que podes ganhar? Se ganhares o prémio Melhor Curta, levas para casa uma camera de filmar mini dv! Se ganhares o Prémio do Público, para além de receberes um troféu, habilitas-te a que a tua curta seja divulgada num blog de uma estudante de jornalismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O HOMEM DA MÁQUINA DE FOTOGRAFAR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywWMKsxPeOk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywWMKsxPeOk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curta de Luis Sá, Manuel Almeida, Miguel Vilhena, Ricardo Martins, Joana Torres, Joana Rodrigues, Iris Rebelo, Sara Santos e João Pádua.&lt;br /&gt;Prémio: Prémio do Público.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O 4.40 2007 decorreu entre 19 a 21 de Abril - das 10 horas de quinta feira até às 2 horas da manhã de sexta - as 40 horas, portanto. A exibição e entrega de prémios teve lugar no dia 21 de Abril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Postado a 23 de Abril de 2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-807633373684637214?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/807633373684637214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=807633373684637214' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/807633373684637214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/807633373684637214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/08/440.html' title='4.40'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2181835014848710676.post-5808580668065519540</id><published>2007-08-02T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:13:17.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>Manahmanah</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXKYKIHsZY8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXKYKIHsZY8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estes são os responsáveis pelo meu crescimento como pessoa...se isso é mau ou bom, um dia saberemos! Pois sim, são eles os inspiradores da minha existência:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Manahmanah para todos*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2181835014848710676-5808580668065519540?l=palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/feeds/5808580668065519540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2181835014848710676&amp;postID=5808580668065519540' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/5808580668065519540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2181835014848710676/posts/default/5808580668065519540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasnaparede.blogspot.com/2007/08/manahmanah.html' title='Manahmanah'/><author><name>Graça Salgueiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207341636643708680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7R_U1TgxF20/TpwyjHl9fMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_lwo6m1Wfn4/s220/Sem%2Bnome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
