<?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-1055249557845335052</id><updated>2011-12-25T17:52:27.082-08:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Mundo da Pukanina</title><subtitle type='html'>Pukanices que surgem no Mundo da Pukanina</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>672</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-7378294283079976147</id><published>2011-12-25T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T17:52:27.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BI, Homossexual e Heterossexual!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOQSbbcbWKI/TvfEMaR6OpI/AAAAAAAABCw/ygZkWe2mxoY/s1600/CUMPLICIDADE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOQSbbcbWKI/TvfEMaR6OpI/AAAAAAAABCw/ygZkWe2mxoY/s320/CUMPLICIDADE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690232371697826450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Afinal o que leva uma pessoa  a ser BI, Lésbica, homossexual e heterossexual?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Será a atracção física, emocional ou sentimental?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Nestes últimos tempos vejo que as pessoas assumem a sua Bissexaulidade, homossexualidade, através dos comportamentos, perante à sociedade. Mas pergunto se isso será importante, assumir-se perante a sociedade! Não será mais importante assumir-se perante àqueles que se ama? Porque mesmo que não haja uma aceitação total, mas que haja um amor sincero, uma pessoa não irá resumir a outra unicamente à sua preferência sexual! Quem Ama, ama o próximo como é, respeita-o como é e é-lhe sempre sincero mesmo quando se sente desagradado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;No fundo o que eu acredito é que existe um encontro ou reencontro de essências, pessoas do mesmo sexo ou não, reencontram-se e sentem uma forte atracção fundada por cumplicidade e intimidade. A quem não aconteceu isto?...a mim sim! Mesmo que se haja um envolvimento mais intímo, seja só uma ou duas vezes, não quer dizer que vá acontecer sempre, até pode ser uma fase. Não devemos dar as coisas por concreto, definitivas.....a vida é tão grande e com uma enorme aprendizagem através desafios, desejos, fetiches, medos, receios....nela podemos viver tudo o que cremos que irá ser produtivo e construtivo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;No meu caso, conhecer alguém que nos é familiar e sentir que essa pessoa se sente à vontade comigo, sabe que pode ser aquilo que é, e vice-versa. Essa familiarização fica cada vez mais acentuada com o convivio, com o mostrar da essência, ou seja, com a cumplicidade e intimidade!...até que vêm o beijo. Um Beijo desconhecido mas ou mesmo tempo saboroso e um déjá vú!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Depois desse beijo os seguintes de outras essências, nada tinham à ver, com à excepção de um em que houve o mesmo sentimento do primeiro que falei!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sendo sincera, creio que quem me "roubar" o beijo, pode apimentar a minha alma e eu ai baixo as minhas defesas e deixo-me entregar. Neste momento, não beijo na boca...não consigo, só à excepção de já ter beijado a essência, outrora, ou então uma essência que capte a minha atenção e o desejo de sentir os lábios daquela essência que se cruza com a nossa!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Neste momento vejo a minha vida como um livro aberto que será escrito pé-ante-pé! E não irei conotar o que sinto perante ao corpo, a não ser Amor perante à essência!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-7378294283079976147?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/7378294283079976147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=7378294283079976147' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/7378294283079976147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/7378294283079976147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/12/bi-homossexual-e-heterossexual.html' title='BI, Homossexual e Heterossexual!'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOQSbbcbWKI/TvfEMaR6OpI/AAAAAAAABCw/ygZkWe2mxoY/s72-c/CUMPLICIDADE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-6742116285960898190</id><published>2011-12-05T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T16:01:17.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>enya - if i could be where you are (HD)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hWDUK9ZEyTc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Gostaria de ter-te a meu lado, dois corpos, duas presenças. De mãos dadas. Aconchegarmo-nos, sentir o teu calor e adormecer ao som das batidas do teu coração....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Continuo a esperar-te,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;continuo na esperança,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;mas o tempo separa-nos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Por vezes sinto-me só, sinto que me perdi com a tua ausência...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;fecho os olhos, penso em ti e parece que estás à minha beira..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Ondes estás neste momento? Não sei onde estás? Só mesmo nos meus sonhos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Será que existe uma maneira ou um caminho para chegar até ti!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;O porquê do perto se tornar longe e o que parece ser tocável tornar-se intocável?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Diz-me....mostra-me....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;a estrada para chegar até a ti!&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-6742116285960898190?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/6742116285960898190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=6742116285960898190' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/6742116285960898190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/6742116285960898190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/12/enya-if-i-could-be-where-you-are-hd.html' title='enya - if i could be where you are (HD)'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hWDUK9ZEyTc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-74822203182466778</id><published>2011-12-05T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T15:44:13.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morte/vida, num só dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-52F1K-59qwE/Tt1MvmdvLVI/AAAAAAAABCk/HutdtKdiRjQ/s1600/morte_e_vida.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-52F1K-59qwE/Tt1MvmdvLVI/AAAAAAAABCk/HutdtKdiRjQ/s320/morte_e_vida.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682782685474270546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Entrei na casa dos 31anos diante à vida e à Morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;No dia anterior, à noite, fui beber um copo com o meu melhor amigo e o irmão.Propositadamente, o copo estendeu-se até à meia-noite. Foram os primeiros a darem-me os parabéns e eu "tocada". Festejar a vida, 31primaveras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Quando eles deixaram, ainda estava com eles, chegará minha irmã e vi que não vinha lá muito animada. Vi que não seria do trabalho! Logo a seguir dá-me a noticia:" A mãe da Sásá morreu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Meu coração acelerou e nem queria acreditar no que ouvira. Alguém que se cruzara na minha vida e a qual admirava e respeitava tinha partido e ser livre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Nessa noite, chorei e a noite é minha testemunha! Sabia que toda aquela trsiteza não era minha mas estava a expulsá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;No meu dia de anos tinha começado com a presença da Morte, mas durante o dia foi com a vida. Passei a tarde com a minha melhor amiga de longa data (sim tenho uma mais nova :) ) e com o filhote dela. Ver aquela criança foi sentir vida, um começo de uma longa jornada que aquele ser irá saborear! Apesar de ela estar um mau bocado, sei que aquele filho traz-lhe Força e Alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Já no fim da tarde, despedi-me dela. No início da noite, fui ao velório da Aquela Grande e Boa Senhora. Quando vi a Sásá, tive que conter as lágrimas, chorei por dentro. Custou-me ouvir:"Perdi o meu Pilar, perdi a minha princesa"! Ao que respondi:" tu és a continuação dessa princesa e desse pilar. Ela está contigo!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Esta Senhora, é alguém que deixa marca. Alguém que sofreu e bem, alguém que lutou e bem para as filhas mas em contrapartida tinha uma Alegria dentro e tinha uma enorme gargalhada. O riso dela deixava todos bem-dispostos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sei que tive a honra de me cruzar com este ser, de saborear a sua presença(mesmo por poucas vezes mas que foram fantásticas), pois é alguém com quem aprendi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Este Ano, estive perante a Vida e a Morte e senti ambas em mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-74822203182466778?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/74822203182466778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=74822203182466778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/74822203182466778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/74822203182466778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/12/mortevida-num-so-dia.html' title='Morte/vida, num só dia'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-52F1K-59qwE/Tt1MvmdvLVI/AAAAAAAABCk/HutdtKdiRjQ/s72-c/morte_e_vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-3235309566842013628</id><published>2011-11-13T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T12:35:07.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A viagem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wzPmw3-ExcE/TsAjHaC_bgI/AAAAAAAABCU/1I4nf9wb2Hg/s1600/42-16342741.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wzPmw3-ExcE/TsAjHaC_bgI/AAAAAAAABCU/1I4nf9wb2Hg/s320/42-16342741.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674574140644748802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Amanhã vou de viagem. Após 3anos volto andar de avião. Desta vez para uma cidade mais perto, Londres! À 3anos atrás foi para Toronto...uma semana fantástica! Óptima para se viver. Estava com uma enorme curiosidade para saber como era a vida lá. Vi, vivi, Adorei...mas para ficar?Não,pois tinha elos que me prendiam cá...ainda tenho!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Desta vez vou para Londres, mas vou com outro espírito! Sinto que me estou a despedir das pessoas....sinto-me distante mas em contra-partida sinto-me feliz, sinto que algo novo irá vir! Uma mistura de sentimentos, é o que é!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Neste momento sinto que não sou a mesma, ou para lá caminho! Sinto-me desenquadrada de onde me encontro, sinto que pessoas não são as mesmas. Sinto que coisas mudaram, até no meu íntimo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto que vivo coisas novas, sensações novas de maneira a demonstrarem-me como é estar aqui, mas outras parecem que acordaram e sinto que as revivo!....não sei como definir ou descrever de maneira que tenha sentido lógico! Sinto que estou a reviver situações já vividas mas com cenário e personagens diferentes! E sei que não posso cometer o mesmo erro que outrora se cometeu!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Vou distanciar-me, vou de férias para Londres. Vou refrescar o meu ser. Vou fortalecer para que a minha pouca insegurança não ganhe terreno. Sei onde é o meu lugar....já o vi. Agora é só afastar o nevoeiro para chegar até ele! Adiei ou ignorei o meu verdadeiro lugar! Retornar as minhas origens..que não são aqui, onde vivo presentemente!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei que tenho que arrancar coisas do meu coração para que esse nevoeiro saia do caminho...mas não tem sido fácil, pois é preciso do exacto tempo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto-me sugada, saturada, desiludida....não estou a gostar da energia que anda no ar. Não quero isolar-me do mundo, mas também não quero que ele me sugue! Quero que a minha essência ganhe terreno em mim...Eu preciso e ela precisa!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Por agora ausento-me.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Vou viajar :)&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-3235309566842013628?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/3235309566842013628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=3235309566842013628' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/3235309566842013628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/3235309566842013628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/11/viagem.html' title='A viagem...'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wzPmw3-ExcE/TsAjHaC_bgI/AAAAAAAABCU/1I4nf9wb2Hg/s72-c/42-16342741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-4959795785137300604</id><published>2011-11-07T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T10:12:57.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpos,o teu e o meu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Px_0f0Xw3k/TrgZXZ0XAgI/AAAAAAAABCI/3AZXUfQ-gZk/s1600/fragmentsofyou.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Px_0f0Xw3k/TrgZXZ0XAgI/AAAAAAAABCI/3AZXUfQ-gZk/s320/fragmentsofyou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672311620531323394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Corpos...os nossos....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mais uma vez estou diante de ti, Nua.....aproximo-me de ti....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Encosto minha face à tua...oiço a tua respiração e tu a minha....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Um arrepio imenso invade e percorre meu corpo....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Encosto o interior da minha coxa à tua....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto a tua pêle na minha, carne com carne....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Um enorme calor invade nossos corpos.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Ambos peitos aproximam-se e tocam-se...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Ambos sentem a batida, o bombear do coração....acelera....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Ficamos ali um pouco, de pé....a saborear a presença....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Apetece-me abraçar-te e assim o faço, encosto mais o meu corpo ao teu...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;meu coração acelera ainda mais...os meus lábios sorriem....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;nossas faces ainda se encontram encostadas, coladas.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Ao ouvido confesso-te o quanto quero saborear teu corpo....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Afastas teu rosto e olhas-me nos olhos...e vês....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Não resisto e beijo-te...sinto o calor dos teus lábios...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Estes correspondem e deixam-se ir na dança.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Não resisto e percorro com as minhas o teu corpo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;toco-te, desenho-te, saboreio-te.....e tu, o mesmo fazes....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Deixamo-nos cair na cama...que frescura...que de repente se torna quente...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Continuamo-nos a saborear, a tocar, a viver algo para além de sexual....intimidade, cumplicidade!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Ali ficamos, parece que o tempo parou mas continuou sem pressas....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou diante aos teus pés, beijo as tuas pernas, levemente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Beijo-as com se fosse uma pena, beijo o interior das tuas coxas....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto-te arrepiar-te como sinto a tua respiração ofegante, vejo a tua pêle arrepiada....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Que prazer tenho em sentir o teu prazer.... A Partilha de um momento erótico como Um Desejo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;E o tempo pára e anda docemente....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Beijo a tua barriga, o teu peito, o teu pescoço....Beijo-te inocentemente os teus lábios....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Olho-te nos Olhos e depois encosto minha cabeça em teu peito e oiço...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Oiço teu coração, a sua batida....deixo-me embalar por ele tal como as tuas mãos na minha cabeça.....fecho oas meus olhos e quando os abro....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei que foi mais um sonho....que parecia real!&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-4959795785137300604?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/4959795785137300604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=4959795785137300604' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/4959795785137300604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/4959795785137300604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/11/corposo-teu-e-o-meu.html' title='Corpos,o teu e o meu...'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Px_0f0Xw3k/TrgZXZ0XAgI/AAAAAAAABCI/3AZXUfQ-gZk/s72-c/fragmentsofyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-4405556123450028114</id><published>2011-09-29T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T09:03:47.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teia do meu ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ0Ogr5EvQ8/ToSNlPPWJFI/AAAAAAAABB0/twLLHt7h0dk/s1600/teia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ0Ogr5EvQ8/ToSNlPPWJFI/AAAAAAAABB0/twLLHt7h0dk/s320/teia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657802702769759314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Tal como as aranhas, nós também temos que tecer a nossa teia. Algumas vezes paramos para ver se está tudo em ordem, olhamos com olhos de ver e quando notamos que algo está mal, o que fazemos??....simplesmente corrigimos e aprendemos e memorizamos o erro para não ser cometido novamente!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Todos os erros servem para nos darem sabedoria. Existem erros que só devem ser cometidos uma única vez, pois as consequências poderão ser bastante duras e longas e que mudam o trajecto da nossa jornada; e existem erros os quais demonstram que não estamos a ir no nosso caminho, embora não consigam mudar o trajecto da nossa jornada!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu olhando para a minha teia, senti que parte dela estava a ser partilhada até a um certo momento, depois começou a ser minha de vez! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Olhando e observando-a, vejo erros os quais assumo, mas que não prejudicaram o seu equilíbrio. Mas noto que existe um erro que põe ou não toda a sua existência....o lugar em que foi construída! A dúvida é se o sitio onde estou a construir a minha teia é o verdadeiro sítio! Neste momento estou parada num nó a reflectir sobre tudo, e mais recentemente, o que aconteceu!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Acontecimentos, os quais me libertaram e libertaram aquilo que devia libertar, e como acontecimentos que põe em causa aquilo que sinto!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;À conclusão que chego é que estou a contruír a minha teia no local errado, pois sinto-me afastado do que rodeia....e provavelmente estou adiar uma mudança que deverá ser feita, senão....serei mais um número neste planeta! Outra conclusão, é que um dos sentimento mais duros e mais marcantes é a desilusão...encontramos pessoas que parecem acreditar tal como nós em coisas simples, descomplexas, partilhamos o nosso ser, sem qualquer tipo de egoísmo ou de cobrança, porque o que é vivido é saboreado e valorizado, mas depois.....ao que parece o nosso ser,simplesmente fora um encosto ou até mesmo uma pilha, pois enquanto tiver energia, sabe bem mas quando se acaba é posta de lado ou mesmo deitada fora!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto-me tão distante dos mortais, embora haja alguns que me façam sentir daqui. O desejo de afastar-me é grande pelo que eu capto todos os dias, uma falta de côr e uma escravidão no ser, seja em termos materiais ou sentimentais!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Não consigo mais lutar contra ao que oiço dentro de mim. Oiço um pedido de Ausência perante tudo e todos, cada vez mais tenho menos a dizer a quem seja! E oiço um pedido de Presença, mas não sei onde, um local que me parece intemporal e infinito, tal como o céu, tal como a profundeza do mar! Tornar a minha presença mais escassa e tornar a minha ausência mais presente!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Neste momento oiço a música "Biking Home" de Lisa Gerrard e sinto estar perante a tal sol, perto do mar, um vento suave e sinto o meu corpo a ceder as ondas e mergulhar e saborear um dos momentos mais valiosos neste mundo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Aqui despeço-me por agora, as palavras não saiem!&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-4405556123450028114?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/4405556123450028114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=4405556123450028114' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/4405556123450028114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/4405556123450028114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/09/teia-do-meu-ser.html' title='Teia do meu ser'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ0Ogr5EvQ8/ToSNlPPWJFI/AAAAAAAABB0/twLLHt7h0dk/s72-c/teia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-327622096268429783</id><published>2011-09-10T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:10:37.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diz-me o que sou no estado em que estou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-08Zj35TX0vY/Tmus6uLvRlI/AAAAAAAABBs/Chg2et9ntBE/s1600/silencio1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-08Zj35TX0vY/Tmus6uLvRlI/AAAAAAAABBs/Chg2et9ntBE/s320/silencio1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650800282296075858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Diz-me o que sou no estado em que estou. Diz-me o que sou, no estado em que estou?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;É isto que eu pergunto à minha essência. Que palavra se aproxima para definir o vejo no meu íntimo? Só me sai palavras mudas!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei que tudo aquilo que damos ao universo, retorna a nós! Sei que não tenho tido um  comportamento correcto para com algumas pessoas que me são próximas ou que o querem ser...ando afastada e provavelmente não merecem sentir esse meu afastamento, esse meu silêncio!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Enquanto eu demonstrei esse meu afastamento, eu, estupidamente, coloquei a minha energia e também dedicação para uma ligação, uma criação de laços com uma pessoa que veio demonstrar que essa mesma ligação foi descartável! Além do meu Amor pela minha familia, eu prezo muito um outro Amor que é bem forte, o de amizade. Não gosto de ser amiga descartável como tratar as pessoas com tal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Cometi o erro de me apaixonar....não pela pessoa, propriamente, mas pelo que se estava a viver entre mim e ele. Apaixonei-me porque sentia que tinha encontrado alguém que quisesse viver o que eu queria viver, algo que fosse definido com o tempo certo....mas na verdade enganei-me! Levei uma brutal chapado como outrora no passado. Sinto que apanho os cacos dentro mim, novamente! Novamente na minha rondôla, novamente num nevoeiro em redor! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Neste momento, quero cortar com essa pessoa....a desilusão é grande! Põe em causa na minha crença daquilo que qcredito e que quero partilhar com os outros! Sei que os meus olhos estão tristes e que não consigo encarar as pessoas de frente, sinto-me frágil, logo desconfio e coloco-me à rectaguarda. Sinto-me desenquadrada, sinto que quero cortar com tudo e começar a minha vida noutro sítio.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Tantas teorias, tantas palavras quando tudo é o mesmo e o que muda é o cenário, as pessoas e as situações....mas o resultado é o mesmo, os sentimentos são os mesmos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei que levei um chapadão porque não quis ouvir e deixei-me levar....E agora só me resta transformar e renascer com a esperança de não mudar a minha essência, pois no fundo Amo-a pela sua inocência e pela sua ingenuídade e pela pureza que coloca na sua crença!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje podes vir até mim?...pois quero estar contigo na lua a olhar cá para baixo e poder sorrir contigo!&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-327622096268429783?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/327622096268429783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=327622096268429783' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/327622096268429783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/327622096268429783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/09/diz-me-o-que-sou-no-estado-em-que-estou.html' title='Diz-me o que sou no estado em que estou!'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-08Zj35TX0vY/Tmus6uLvRlI/AAAAAAAABBs/Chg2et9ntBE/s72-c/silencio1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-8140593076366103423</id><published>2011-08-30T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T13:39:30.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adele - Don't You Remember (Live at Largo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RDRwqTNLGDs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said,&lt;br /&gt;No final kiss to seal any seams,&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea of the state we were in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness,&lt;br /&gt;And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;The reason you loved me before,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please remember me once more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you thought of me?&lt;br /&gt;Or have you completely erased me from your memory?&lt;br /&gt;I often think about where I went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;The more I do, the less I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness,&lt;br /&gt;And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;The reason you loved me before,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please remember me once more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave you the space so you could breathe,&lt;br /&gt;I kept my distance so you would be free,&lt;br /&gt;And hope that you find the missing piece,&lt;br /&gt;To bring you back to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;The reason you loved me before,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please remember me once more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I see you again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-8140593076366103423?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/8140593076366103423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=8140593076366103423' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8140593076366103423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8140593076366103423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/08/adele-dont-you-remember-live-at-largo.html' title='Adele - Don&apos;t You Remember (Live at Largo)'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RDRwqTNLGDs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-212659620829308628</id><published>2011-08-13T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T14:17:29.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Mortal Coil - Song to the Siren "Cocteau Twins"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4mUmdR69nbM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;On the floating, shapeless oceans&lt;br /&gt;I did all my best to smile&lt;br /&gt;til your singing eyes and fingers&lt;br /&gt;drew me loving into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;&lt;br /&gt;Let me enfold you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;Did I dream you dreamed about me?&lt;br /&gt;Were you here when I was full sail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.&lt;br /&gt;For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.&lt;br /&gt;I'm as riddled as the tide.&lt;br /&gt;Should I stand amid the breakers?&lt;br /&gt;Or shall I lie with death my bride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."&lt;br /&gt;"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-212659620829308628?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/212659620829308628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=212659620829308628' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/212659620829308628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/212659620829308628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-mortal-coil-song-to-siren-cocteau.html' title='This Mortal Coil - Song to the Siren &quot;Cocteau Twins&quot;'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4mUmdR69nbM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-754524223640321094</id><published>2011-07-21T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T15:40:46.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamb &amp; Damien Rice - Back To Beginning (2011 - new version!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MakVsJ50-Iw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Grow up child&lt;br /&gt;Come and face me&lt;br /&gt;We've held on like atoms&lt;br /&gt;To a fadded dream&lt;br /&gt;We're not what we were&lt;br /&gt;We won't fit in&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to fight what&lt;br /&gt;is not what it seemed&lt;br /&gt;So don't think I'm going back to beginning&lt;br /&gt;ohh, my love&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm listening (fade)&lt;br /&gt;I've tryied so hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here (fade)&lt;br /&gt;what turns the heart of a man&lt;br /&gt;we've tryed and failed again&lt;br /&gt;hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;is scarying me so&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;When we are this way&lt;br /&gt;the dreams of tomorows&lt;br /&gt;Of ours yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;But Why can't&lt;br /&gt;we go back to beginnig&lt;br /&gt;ohh, my love&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm listening (fade)&lt;br /&gt;I've tryied so hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here (fade)&lt;br /&gt;what turns the heart of a man&lt;br /&gt;we've tryed and failed again&lt;br /&gt;no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, my love&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm listening&lt;br /&gt;I've tryied so hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here&lt;br /&gt;what turns the heart of a man&lt;br /&gt;we've tryed and failed again&lt;br /&gt;to beginning&lt;br /&gt;back to beggining&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-754524223640321094?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/754524223640321094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=754524223640321094' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/754524223640321094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/754524223640321094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/07/lamb-damien-rice-back-to-beginning-2011.html' title='Lamb &amp; Damien Rice - Back To Beginning (2011 - new version!)'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MakVsJ50-Iw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-188134053235699842</id><published>2011-07-21T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T15:38:49.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamb - Wise Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EHV5o8bqK3w?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I had a dream that all of time was running dry&lt;br /&gt;and life was like a comet falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke so frightened in the dawning, oh, so clear&lt;br /&gt;How precious is the time we have here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we not wise enough to give all we are?&lt;br /&gt;Surely we're bright enough to outshine the stars&lt;br /&gt;The human kind gets so lost in finding its way&lt;br /&gt;but we have a chance to make a difference til our dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you might pray to God, or say it's Destiny&lt;br /&gt;But I think we are just hiding all that we can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we not wise enough to give all we are?&lt;br /&gt;Surely we're bright enough to outshine the stars&lt;br /&gt;The human kind gets so lost in finding its way&lt;br /&gt;but we have a chance to make a difference til our dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm really asking is: what are we doing here?&lt;br /&gt;Are we just killing time? Just living year to year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this big world, no one else can play our part&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it time to just wake up and give it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we not wise enough to give all we are?&lt;br /&gt;Surely we're bright enough to outshine the stars&lt;br /&gt;The human kind gets so lost, and in finding its way&lt;br /&gt;we have a chance to make a difference til our dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a chance to make a difference til our dying day&lt;br /&gt;we have a chance to make a difference til our dying day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-188134053235699842?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/188134053235699842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=188134053235699842' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/188134053235699842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/188134053235699842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/07/lamb-wise-enough.html' title='Lamb - Wise Enough'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EHV5o8bqK3w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-1808304572721871824</id><published>2011-07-18T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:37:58.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erro...duas vezes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDRk_GUsQ24/TiSzf8i6_rI/AAAAAAAABBc/1MpJfmFtg0U/s1600/janela.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDRk_GUsQ24/TiSzf8i6_rI/AAAAAAAABBc/1MpJfmFtg0U/s320/janela.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630822795529879218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;É válido cometermos erros...mas será válido cometermos o erro duas vezes??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Errar tem as suas consequências, sejam elas leves ou pesadas, mas são consequências!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Será justo errarmos duas vezes com o nosso coração e a nossa essência?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu errei duas vezes com a minha essência, com o meu coração!.... e agora, tenho a minha consequência: sentí-la de novo entre uma rondana de vidro! Magoei-a e agora vou protegê-la enquanto sara a ferida!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Por duas vezes senti-me mais perto de ser humana...Sentir o toque humano! Há muito que precisava de sentir esse toque Humano.....mas esqueci-me que por vezes esse toque humano nem sempre é aconchegante e sim numa dor, num vazio, no fundo uma sensaçãode perda!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Não sou mulher de me apaixonar ou de me interessar facilmente! Têm que ser alguém que capte a minha atenção, que desperte curiosidade e que me faça sentir "inquieta" por dentro e ir à procura de saber o porquê dessa inquietação!....Sentí-o três vezes, mas só duas é que se concretizaram!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;O mesmo erro:um por ter tido uma relação; O outro por ter sido uma ligação! O mesmo auto-juízo: o medo de....! O meu erro, nas duas situações, foi confiar no decorrer do momento, do tempo! Não me arrependo do que dei, pelo contrário, dei com verdade e sentimento!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Apesar deste erro, sei que me foi mostrado poderei viver e partilhar aquilo que acredito com "A" pessoa. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Apesar de tudo, não vou fechar o meu lado humano, sim protegê-lo! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Não preciso de ter medo de alturas....só é preciso saber defendermo-nos da queda!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/1055249557845335052-1808304572721871824?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/1808304572721871824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=1808304572721871824' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/1808304572721871824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/1808304572721871824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/07/erroduas-vezes.html' title='Erro...duas vezes!'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDRk_GUsQ24/TiSzf8i6_rI/AAAAAAAABBc/1MpJfmFtg0U/s72-c/janela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-8234835357491983382</id><published>2011-07-01T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T02:19:13.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give a Little Bit....</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x1Uicc-6I-M?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Give a little bit — give a little bit of your love to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give a little bit — give a little bit of my love to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much that we need to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So send a smile and show you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give a little bit — I’ll give a little bit of my life for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give a little bit — give a little bit of your time to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the man with the lonely eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh take his hand you’ll be so surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give a little bit — give a little bit of your love to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give a little bit — I’ll give a little bit of my life for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now’s the time that we need to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So find yourself — we’re on our way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we’re going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you need, don’t you need to get back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah we’re going back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to get a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to get a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a feeling right now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-8234835357491983382?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/8234835357491983382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=8234835357491983382' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8234835357491983382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8234835357491983382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/07/give-little-bit.html' title='Give a Little Bit....'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/x1Uicc-6I-M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-150890787818842538</id><published>2011-06-14T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:24:38.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YUcppQVxWAU/TfeW16quOuI/AAAAAAAABBU/-K2_0vrEcZs/s1600/1589584%25255b1%25255d.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YUcppQVxWAU/TfeW16quOuI/AAAAAAAABBU/-K2_0vrEcZs/s320/1589584%25255b1%25255d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618124913193663202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou a planar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou a planar dentro de mim....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou suspensa no vazio branco....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Este vazio branco faz-me sentir bem...sinto-me a pertencer a ele!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;As cores começam a vir até a mim....como flechas vão de encontro ao meu corpo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto calor, aconchego...fazem-me cócegas, começo a rir-me...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto-me a Planar.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;as cores enfeitam meu corpo, enchem a minha essência, oiço-a a rir!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Os sentidos apurados....sinto meticulosamente todo o ambiente que penetra em mim!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto o mais puro sentimento....AMOR! Aquece minha essência, lava-me....rendo-me totalmente!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mil e um rostos aparecem diante de mim....assisto...não reajo....não o tenho que fazer, passam como cenas de um filme....desaparecem! Continuo a sentir, sinto água pura a descer da minha cabeça aos pés...por debaixo de mim, cores e cores....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Não quero sair daqui, não por agora....sabe bem!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou a planar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou a limpar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou a esvaziar...&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-150890787818842538?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/150890787818842538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=150890787818842538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/150890787818842538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/150890787818842538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/06/planar.html' title='Planar...'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YUcppQVxWAU/TfeW16quOuI/AAAAAAAABBU/-K2_0vrEcZs/s72-c/1589584%25255b1%25255d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-6164833486420558448</id><published>2011-06-13T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T07:38:40.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santo António e a sua magia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QrvC8jEm18g/TfYWV2kDBtI/AAAAAAAABBM/pdLSvdbpRzc/s1600/IMG_0799.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QrvC8jEm18g/TfYWV2kDBtI/AAAAAAAABBM/pdLSvdbpRzc/s320/IMG_0799.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617702149871044306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mais uma vez fui ao Santo António.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um mar de pessoas, sem dúvida! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cada ano que passa, Santo António torna-se mais multicultural. Já não há só a Tradição Portuguesa. Aliás, o que continua em força como tradição é sem dúvida a Sardinha no pão, a cerveja, o vinho, a sangria e o desfile dos Bairros. Mas a música...essa já é outra! Além da música Pimba, já existe o reggea, a brasileira, a de discoteca (essa é que discordo um pouco, pois já existe todo o ano..enfim!).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É claro que existe muitas pessoas que discordam com isto. Os Santos deveriam ser só típicamente Porttuguês....mas afinal, nós fomos um País de Descobridores. Aquilo que os nossos antepassados  descobriram, agora vêm ter connosco :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Também já tive essa opinião negativa, sim é negativo estar a menosprezar coisas quando existe espaço e tempo para tudo. É mais desprezível o facto de termos vergonha da nossa cultura em relação aos outros!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ontem ao deambular pelas ruas de alguns bairros. Cruzei-me com milhares de olhares e rosto de várias culturas e raças, percebi que cada vez mais o Santo António faz que haja uma enorme união. As pessoas respeitam-se, convivem, (é claro que existe aquelas personagens que não gostam de ver felicidade, companheirismo, amizade!), e uma das coisas fundamentais...partilham!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ontem, estive na maioria da noite sozinha, como disse atrás, deambulei pelas ruas...ninguém se metia "à besta"comigo, sorriam, diziam palavras simpáticas...mas na verdade, mais uma vez seria uma espectadora. Vi olhos que brilhavam de felicidade, mas também vi olhos entristecidos, sem côr!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Após umas bebidas espirituais, sentia-me bem, em paz. Os meus sentidos mais apurados, audição, o olfacto, a visão nem tanto, mas aprecia ver algo mais, senti-a sensível. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por momentos sentia a minha chávina a esvaziar, até ficar mesmo vazia...soube bem! Enchi-a um pouco com as sensações e energias em redor....muito bom! Uma renovação de energia...um renovar de sentimentos, diminui os maus com a energia dos bons sentimentos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fazer subir mais um pouco o meu botão, estar entre o off e o on!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Compreendo o facto que muitas pessoas não gostem de ir aos Santos, mas na verdade só têm a perder. Mesmo que não gostem de multidões, existe sempre uma rua mas calma e os vizinhos estão todos a confratenizar e têm sempre lugar para mais um!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O mais engraçado, é o terceiro ano que começo o Santo António sozinha, encontro pessoas que já não vejo à anos e acabo sempre a noite com pessoal conhecido :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para mim, é esta a magia da noite de Santo António! E sabe muito bem!&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-6164833486420558448?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/6164833486420558448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=6164833486420558448' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/6164833486420558448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/6164833486420558448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/06/santo-antonio-e-sua-magia.html' title='Santo António e a sua magia!'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QrvC8jEm18g/TfYWV2kDBtI/AAAAAAAABBM/pdLSvdbpRzc/s72-c/IMG_0799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-7141831935547324464</id><published>2011-06-09T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T07:45:40.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero boiar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0279qKODvQ/TfDZ_MgowYI/AAAAAAAABBE/O_w-TFNOmhw/s1600/DSC_0094.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0279qKODvQ/TfDZ_MgowYI/AAAAAAAABBE/O_w-TFNOmhw/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616228415044108674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando estamos a boiar no mar, deixamo-nos levar pelas ondas! Apenas sentimos o nosso corpo a ir com a pequena ondulação do mar! Para onde nos leva, não sabemos! Quando estamos nesse estado, nada parece existir! Deixamos de ouvir e falar. Apenas queremos saborear, cheirar e sentir aquele momento!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas o que acontece quando estamos fora desse cenário mas esse cenário acontece??...Sim, quando o barulho deixa de se ouvir, quando as palavras deixam de ser faladas....quando tudo o que nos rodeia deixa de ter som!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando quero ir com aquela suave e doce ondelação....sem me preocupar ou pensar qual será o seu ponto final. Deixar tudo para trás, porque parece que o que tinha sentido, deixa de ter! O que parecia algo bem forte...está a tornar-se cada vez mais fraco! Deixar de persistir em algo que está a enfraquecer...estou vencida pelo cansaço....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero boiar nesse mar.... e nele viajar!&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-7141831935547324464?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/7141831935547324464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=7141831935547324464' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-436182088131017760</id><published>2011-06-01T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T15:35:24.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu e Nós, 5sentidos, tempo e espaço, Tudo e Nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8DRYF7KszY/Tea4Fo4bxUI/AAAAAAAABA4/jwGu6gZXImE/s1600/somsilencio.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8DRYF7KszY/Tea4Fo4bxUI/AAAAAAAABA4/jwGu6gZXImE/s320/somsilencio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613376392576877890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Não quero sentir...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas sinto....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Não quero pensar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas invade minha mente...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Não quero ouvir....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas fala cá dentro....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero despir-me...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas estou coberta...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero gritar....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas fica cá dentro....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero sentir-te....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas não encontro teu corpo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero ver-te....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas não encontro teu olhar....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero cheirar-te....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas não encontro teu cheiro...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero saborear teu sabor.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas não encontro a carne do teu corpo....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Desejo-te....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas não encontro tua essência!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou na linha entre o tudo e o nada,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;seria ai que gostaria de estar contigo....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Olhar nos olhos da tua essência e tu nos meus,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sentirmos o tudo sem obrigação a nada....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;colocar minha mão sobre teu rosto e aproximar-e de ti...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Beijar-te em teus lábios e saborear-te,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Beijar-te e olhar-te nos olhos para te ver,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Beijar-te e em teu beijo ouvir o ritmo de teu coração...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Beijar-te, inspirar fundo para cheirar teu perfume,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Beijar-te, abraçar-te e sentir tua pêle junto à minha....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Beijar-te e saborear tua essência!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Total entrega intemporal e ilimitada....sem tempo e sem espaço..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;total entrega ao Tudo sem obrigação a Nada!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Só eu e tu, com nossos desejos e vontades!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas não estás aqui....não te encontro....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;E se o estiveres, não te vejo.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;e não te sinto...porque estou coberta!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Nada'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8DRYF7KszY/Tea4Fo4bxUI/AAAAAAAABA4/jwGu6gZXImE/s72-c/somsilencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-8392584202093838342</id><published>2011-05-30T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T14:58:26.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl Jam - Given to fly  [&amp; lyrics]</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9ZKcmBJTVKI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Quero dar-me a voar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-8392584202093838342?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/8392584202093838342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=8392584202093838342' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8392584202093838342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8392584202093838342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/05/pearl-jam-given-to-fly-lyrics.html' title='Pearl Jam - Given to fly  [&amp; lyrics]'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9ZKcmBJTVKI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-1716889326533335783</id><published>2011-05-30T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T14:33:10.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro V- Decisões!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3XzRkGU74Gw/TeQCYKCMReI/AAAAAAAABAw/YJj6282JYLw/s1600/Kate_leonson.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3XzRkGU74Gw/TeQCYKCMReI/AAAAAAAABAw/YJj6282JYLw/s320/Kate_leonson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612613649644144098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;- Olá, posso sentar-me à tua beira?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;- Olá, fico feliz por te ver? Claro que sim, claro que podes. É um prazer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;- Agradeço-te a tua bondade, a tua sinceridade....peço-te perdão por ter estado longe, não ter vindo ter contigo....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;- Sim, já devias ter vindo. Eu sabia que virias. Descansa que estou sempre aqui...Basta ver o teu olhar, que já sei. Algo atormenta o teu ser, não é?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;- Sim, a ti nada te escondo....conheces-me. Decisões....é isso que me atormenta! Não existe decisões difíceis. Na verdade, as decisões que temos que tomar são bem fáceis! O que por vezes o que é difícil é a sua aceitação, a aceitação da decisão, pelo facto de termos sentimentos como a dor, o medo, a mágoa, o râncor... etc!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Parte de mim, já tomou uma decisão, a decisão que será a mais coerente...sobre o quê?? sobre o que me rodeia. Tomou essa decisão porque existe coisas que estarão a perder sentido, o que foi forte, torna-se fraco!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A outra parte, faz tudo para adiar essa decisão, porquê??....medo, além de um pouco de dor!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque é que permito que esta parte sobreponha-se à outra??.....quando sinto que a outra é a mais correcta!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;-E é mesmo a correcta??...tens certeza disso??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;- Certeza absoluta, não! Mas quando eu oiço uma voz cá dentro a gritar " Tempo, tens que dar tempo e ter tempo para ti....despeja a chávena e enchê-la de novo! Afasta-te, precisas de espaço!"... entre outras coisas!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;- Essa voz que ouves, és tu ou será o teu ser ferido??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;- Sim, sinto-me ferida cá dentro, sinto um buraco negro no meu peito. Mas outras vezes, sinto-me a flutuar, olho para tudo e todos nada oiço e perco-me nas formas e cores!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Essa dor que sinto, tem um nome: Desilusão! Pequena ou grande, é Desilusão!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;- Sabes o que tens que fazer com esse sentimento, não sabes?...ou explusas-o ou transformas-o! Não é difícil, apenas tempo e vontade!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;- Eu sei....eu sei!Eu sei o que fazer, qual a atitude que tomar....mas é como algo mais forte não me permitisse fazê-lo, como estivesse sem forças! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;As vezes, gostaria de voar bem alto, até ao negro do mais negro e só com a luz das pequenas estrelas e gritar, gritar tão algo. E à medida que gritasse, saisse todo este sentimento e depois arrancar meu coração.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;-Pois é, mas não podes fazer. Sabes que em que estado estás. Tens que sair dele. Isto é uma aprendizagem, para ti! Ou permites que se arraste e nada decides, ou decides e fazes o que tens a fazer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;-Eu sei, porque cá dentro, o que tenho que fazer já o faço. Já tenho o espaço e o tempo para mim...sinto afastar-me. Agora fazê-lo exteriormente, ainda não o fiz....mas o que está cá dentro, já está tão grande, que vai começar a sair para o exterior e ai sim, demonstro a atitude da minha decisão!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;- Agora esvazia a tua mente e o teu coração. Fecha os olhos, inpira fundo, abre os olhos e olha lá para baixo...deixa a tua essência ver e absorver a beleza e o bom lá debaixo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;- Posso pedir-te que coloques teu braço á minha volta! Só para o meu coração acalmar-se mais!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;- Claro que sim. Sabes que podes contar sempre com o meu abraço, tal como o meu beijo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto-me cansada e desiludida....quero sentir o que sou, viver, sonhar, actuar! Começa agora aquilo que a minha essência me pede à muito....O pensamento e o coração para ela!....e os outros...se quiserem aproximem-se ou afastem-se!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1055249557845335052-1716889326533335783?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/1716889326533335783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=1716889326533335783' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/1716889326533335783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Confronto....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_t9pQz2DyDs/TdRN3isSIUI/AAAAAAAABAg/08KAtE3ZB5g/s1600/20.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_t9pQz2DyDs/TdRN3isSIUI/AAAAAAAABAg/08KAtE3ZB5g/s320/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608193052583797058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Confronto.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Confronto-me entre aquilo que penso e aquilo que sinto!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde tenho a minha mente??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde tenho o meu coração??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Confronto a minha verdade e a verdade que me é transmitida!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Ora sinto Alegria, Amor, Paz....Ora sinto apenas desilusão e cansaço!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto-me cansada de manter algo que já nada sei!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto que devo ser persistente!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Confronto-me entre o devo ou não devo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Confronto-me entre um lado e o outro!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Só posso ir para um....lado!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde tenho a minha mente??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde tenho o meu coração??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A minha mente...na persistência!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas o meu coração na desilusão!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Preciso de ti, da tua força, da tua calma, oh meu Mar Infinito!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Preciso de ti, do teu silêncio, da tua liberdade, oh meu Céu Infinito!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Toma-me vossa....que meu corpo exploda em mil átomos e que vos pertença!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde está a minha mente??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde está o meu coração??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-5150242003662187659?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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the stars could only get brighter&lt;br /&gt;That we would get closer&lt;br /&gt;Get closer&lt;br /&gt;Leaving this darkness&lt;br /&gt;Behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm-mmmm&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm older&lt;br /&gt;The stars should lie upon my face&lt;br /&gt;When I find myself alone&lt;br /&gt;Find myself alone&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm older&lt;br /&gt;The stars should lie upon my face&lt;br /&gt;And when I find myself alone&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I&lt;br /&gt;I am blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel it&lt;br /&gt;Feel it&lt;br /&gt;Feel it&lt;br /&gt;Feel it&lt;br /&gt;Like I am blind&lt;br /&gt;I am blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the stars could shine now&lt;br /&gt;For they are closer&lt;br /&gt;They are near&lt;br /&gt;But they will not present my present&lt;br /&gt;They will not present my present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the light could shine now&lt;br /&gt;For it is closer&lt;br /&gt;It is near&lt;br /&gt;But it will not present my present&lt;br /&gt;It makes my past and future painfully clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear you now&lt;br /&gt;To see you now&lt;br /&gt;I can look outside myself&lt;br /&gt;And I must examine my breath and look inside&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see you now&lt;br /&gt;To hear you now&lt;br /&gt;I can look outside myself&lt;br /&gt;And I must examine my breath and look inside&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel blind&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it&lt;br /&gt;I feel it&lt;br /&gt;I feel it&lt;br /&gt;Like I&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm blind&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh&lt;br /&gt;The movie will&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, and feel it&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh, I feel it&lt;br /&gt;Feel it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-2994813902993511018?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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me encanta nela, (além dos seus olhos amarelos,hihihi), é a sua auto-estima e auto-confiança! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Todas as Profissões são importantes, mas a de Mãe....essa é vital, pois é responsável de dar as ferramentas necessárias para o desenvolvimento do ser!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Dou graças todos os dias por ter tido a sorte de ter uns pais que tenho, os irmãos que tenho,(mesmo tendo as nossas descordâncias, mas também não pode ser tudo perfeito!).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem tem uma mãe, têm tudo....e para mim tenho uma magnífica :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bY4vyos0QC0/Tb3V_fXROmI/AAAAAAAABAY/MBDW0u2VPqs/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-9017503498136871767</id><published>2011-04-25T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T14:27:19.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 de Abril....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKsltZSjr88/TbXXK4ugrvI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Bb3MvXqrRX4/s1600/25ABRIL.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKsltZSjr88/TbXXK4ugrvI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Bb3MvXqrRX4/s320/25ABRIL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599618293731208946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Qualquer dia o Cravo murcha de tanto desalento que se sente e vê!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Este dia só foi bom para alguns que porque para outros, continuam a lutar para sobreviver!&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-9017503498136871767?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/9017503498136871767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=9017503498136871767' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/9017503498136871767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/9017503498136871767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/04/25-de-abril.html' title='25 de Abril....'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKsltZSjr88/TbXXK4ugrvI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Bb3MvXqrRX4/s72-c/25ABRIL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-1213485424163778082</id><published>2011-04-17T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T12:28:41.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje....um buraco no Peito!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FcB-TNEEF14/Tas63Nz0CqI/AAAAAAAABAI/Y6JbFrkJw1w/s1600/solid%25C3%25A3o3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FcB-TNEEF14/Tas63Nz0CqI/AAAAAAAABAI/Y6JbFrkJw1w/s320/solid%25C3%25A3o3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596631682212170402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje....sinto um buraco negro em meu peito!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto-me uma espectadora perante a vida, nela vejo e observo, mas.....não absorvo nada!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje apetece-me estar encolhida, deitada em palha e deixar as lágrimas sairem!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje no lugar em que estive, aproveitei o sol e pus-me a observar as crianças! Tão bom ver a autenticidade daqueles pequenos seres! Nesses instantes senti a minha criança a bater e a sorrir!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Gostaria de ser melhor pessoa e arranjar um melhor plano para saber lidar com o que tenho cá dentro. Sinto que estou no meio de uma chama, em que ela me consome lentamente e que me afasta. Uma chama a qual não tem sentido de existir mais! Será que ela é mais forte que minha essência?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Neste momento estou cansada de ter mil e uma imagem dentro de mim! Cansada da imagem que alimenta essa chama! Sinto-me cansada e sinto que estou afastar-me deste mundo dos mortais, atenção e concentração cada vez mais torna-se ausente e a evação cresce!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje sinto um buraco no meu peito,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje a chama isola-me e mantém- me presa à imagem do que já não faz sentido!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Simplemente....desejo deitar-me encolhida para que a imagem, o desejo caiam no esquecimento!&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-1213485424163778082?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/1213485424163778082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=1213485424163778082' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/1213485424163778082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/1213485424163778082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/04/hojeum-buraco-no-peito.html' title='Hoje....um buraco no Peito!'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FcB-TNEEF14/Tas63Nz0CqI/AAAAAAAABAI/Y6JbFrkJw1w/s72-c/solid%25C3%25A3o3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-5620672137583867498</id><published>2011-04-15T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T12:12:49.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Electro - A Máquina.mp4</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tnBccuIDTTw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;".......&lt;br /&gt;Porque este amor é meu&lt;br /&gt;E cedo vou saber,&lt;br /&gt;Que triste é viver,&lt;br /&gt;Que sina, ai, que amor.&lt;br /&gt;Já nem vou mais chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Gritar, ligar, voltar,&lt;br /&gt;A máquina parou.&lt;br /&gt;Deixou de tocar,&lt;br /&gt;É de pedir aos céus,&lt;br /&gt;A mim, a ti e a Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero é ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;É de pedir aos céus.&lt;br /&gt;Porque este amor é teu,&lt;br /&gt;E eu já só vou amar,&lt;br /&gt;Que bom não acabou,&lt;br /&gt;A máquina acordou."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-5620672137583867498?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/5620672137583867498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=5620672137583867498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/5620672137583867498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/5620672137583867498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor-electro-maquinamp4.html' title='Amor Electro - A Máquina.mp4'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tnBccuIDTTw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-5542479728360240413</id><published>2011-04-09T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T15:01:34.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento intímo, Momento a ser vivido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBUVcP704p4/TaDBijZyaWI/AAAAAAAABAA/y2nBBJJluAY/s1600/silence-words.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBUVcP704p4/TaDBijZyaWI/AAAAAAAABAA/y2nBBJJluAY/s320/silence-words.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593683536557271394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Dois corpos tocam-se, entrelaçam-se....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;As Pêles sentem-se, a Carne sente, conhece....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;O cheiro natural, o suor de ambos corpos, a respiração profunda e afogante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A excitação a dominar....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu ser viveu algo que há muito desejaria: estar, sentir, emocionar-se com um corpo desconhecido mas ao mesmo tempo conhecido no campo da forma, da matéria! Um momento feminino no seu todo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Apesar das circunstâncias que foram, deixei-me envolver até um certo momento. Entreguei-me as emoções até um certo ponto, pois o objectivo não seria uma entrega total. Mas sim até ao ponto de que fosse captado o momento, a emoção pretendida.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;No princípio, deixei sentir-me e sentir o outro corpo através de entrelaçar destes como fossemos serpentes. As minhas mãos percorreram o corpo, sentiram-nos, desenhavam-nos e o mesmo senti, tal como, momentos depois, senti a ser saboreada pelos lábios e o mesmo fiz. Deixei-me ir ao sabor daquele momento, daquele corpo, daquela pessoa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Algo inédito para mim, algo fresco, algo fortemente emotivo, mas.... sim, existe um mas! Foi intenso mas não como eu desejaria, por vários factores, mas o princípal, por ter um objectivo concreto e pelo facto de não ter acontecido com alguém que eu gostaria de partilhado!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sim, não tenho mais medo de admiti-lo! Por vezes o nosso coração não escolhe ao acaso pessoas para viverem um momento de partilha, de verdade, de pureza....quando escolhe, escolhe e pronto. Mesmo sabendo que pode ser mesmo difícil ou impossível de se concretizar esse momento com quem escolheu! O meu quando escolhe, sente que se viver aquele determinado momento com aquela determinada pessoa, sabe que é a indicada, por sabe que se vai entregar totalmente, porque a partilha será um todo e verdadeira! Mas claro, isto só acontece quando existe uma grande empatia entre duas essências, caso contrário, apenas será uma cena, como num filme, gravada na memória sensorial-emotiva..... do meu coração!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sim, admito que na minha memória sensorial-emotiva do meu coração, que se este momento tivesse acontecido com uma certa essência escolhida, meu coração teria-se despido, teria desarmado por completo as suas defesas. Teria-se entregado no seu mais puro estado e com toda a sua verdade...e porquê??....simplesmente sabia que podia confiar, independentemente de tudo, podia confiar a sua verdade, a sua entrega a tal essência e a tal partilha do dar e receber e o de saborear cada minuto, cada parte...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Por vezes coisas que poderão estar destinadas, não se concretizam porque simplesmente acovardamo-nos perante nós próprios e perante de outréns. Simplesmente porque fugimos do que sentimos, sentimos medo do que estamos realmente a sentir dentro de nós e depois..... é aprender :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Apesar de isto acontecer e ter-mos a coragem de admitir que fomos covardes perante tal situação de verdade, que por vezes a vida reserva-nos mais uma oportunidade....para não ser temida, mais uma vez mas sim ser vivida, ser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; experienciada!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Por agora sinto-me Feliz..... mas não completa!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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vivido'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBUVcP704p4/TaDBijZyaWI/AAAAAAAABAA/y2nBBJJluAY/s72-c/silence-words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-6380410566581424125</id><published>2011-04-06T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:32:35.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Order - True Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/og1HAkjOuL0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel so extraordinary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Something's got a hold on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I get this feeling I'm in motion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;A sudden sense of liberty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I don't care 'cause I'm not there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And I don't care if I'm here tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Again and again I've taken too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Of the things that cost you too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I used to think that the day would never come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;My morning sun is the drug that brings me near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I used to think that the day would never come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;That my life would depend on the morning sun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;When I was a very small boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Very small boys talked to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Now that we've grown up together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;They're afraid of what they see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;That's the price that we all pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Our valued destiny comes to nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I can't tell you where we're going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I guess there was just no way of knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I used to think that the day would never come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;My morning sun is the drug that brings me near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I used to think that the day would never come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;That my life would depend on the morning sun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I feel so extraordinary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Something's got a hold on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I get this feeling I'm in motion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;A sudden sense of liberty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The chances are we've gone too far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You took my time and you took my money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Now I fear you've left me standing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In a world that's so demanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I used to think that the day would never come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;My morning sun is the drug that brings me near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I used to think that the day would never come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That my life would depend on the mor&lt;/span&gt;ning sun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-6380410566581424125?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/6380410566581424125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=6380410566581424125' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-8744452201783370330</id><published>2011-03-29T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T10:30:17.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Bowie - Absolute Beginners</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9hca-yvFUPk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"I've nothing much to offer&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to take&lt;br /&gt;I'm an absolute beginner&lt;br /&gt;And I'm absolutely sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we're together&lt;br /&gt;The rest can go to hell&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love you&lt;br /&gt;But we're absolute beginners......"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-8744452201783370330?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/8744452201783370330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=8744452201783370330' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8744452201783370330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8744452201783370330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/03/david-bowie-absolute-beginners.html' title='David Bowie - Absolute Beginners'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9hca-yvFUPk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-2352057859504289611</id><published>2011-03-25T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T10:22:23.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vêem e Vão/ Entro e Saio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-55mGSVX8XDg/TYzdW89ys5I/AAAAAAAAA_4/BmN69Q4lUeo/s1600/noite%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-55mGSVX8XDg/TYzdW89ys5I/AAAAAAAAA_4/BmN69Q4lUeo/s320/noite%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588084624052106130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Existe pessoas que entram na nossa vida, marcam a sua presença e depois.....simplesmente saiem, deixando a sua ausência bem presente....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Neste mundo dos Mortais, apercebi-me disso ao longo da minha pequena existência temporal. Pessoas entraram na minha vida, marcaram bem o seu ser e depois sairam devagar ou violentamente. Estas que sairam violentamente o que me deixaram foi a desilusão. Mais uma vez a Desilusão!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho noção que a vida dá voltas e mais voltas, mas quando a relação ou a ligação é pura e verdadeira, torna-se forte ao tempo e às circunstâncias da vida.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Esta Desilusão que sinto, não é unicamente das pessoas que foram embora, mas também, em relação a mim. Sim, também entrei na vida de boa gente e saí violentamente. E nisto sinto vergonha por não ter sido honesta e verdadeira com elas! Será a consequência o facto de também certas pessoas terem ou estarem-se afastar sem mo dizerem??...possivelmente!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sou pessoa de ser acessível, em haver contacto visual restrito, pois o tempo é igual mas de certa maneira diferente, para todos nós!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Em qualquer relação, seja amorosa, seja de amizade, há que ser regada em ambos os lados par crescer, tornar-se forte e intemporal. Mas o que acontece quando é só um lado??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Simples....perde força, cresce pouco....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;É assim que sinto, neste momento, sinto que a rego porque gostaria de ver a crescer e tornar-se forte e pura e intemporal...mas as vezes sinto-me cansada e sinto que afinal, do outro lado, o gosto, no fundo, não igual ou o encanto já se perdeu!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho a noção que no fundo, andamos aqui a usarmo-nos, uns aos outros, mas existe ligações que são forte logo do princípio. Essas, muitas das vezes não precisam de ter um contacto visual ou presencial constante, mas sim um diálogo corrente. O que vêm facilitar isso é as novas tecnológias. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas até que ponto isso será bom?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Estarei eu a tornar-me uma Amiga virtual? Uma pessoa virtual??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Se assim for, não obrigado!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero e sou uma amiga de carne e osso, para os bons, e principalmente, para os maus momentos! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero rir e ouvir rir....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero chorar e ouvir chorar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero abraçar e ser abraçada...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero falar e ouvir a voz dos outros....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Isto para mim é o importante....o contacto dos cinco sentidos...o dar e o receber!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Neste momento compreendo que a vida tenha mudado e que o tempo já não é o mesmo! Mas existe algo que é forte em nós, a Vontade. Ter vontade de estar com aquelas pessoas de quem gostamos e adoramos! Mas, muitas das vezes, permitimos que a preguiça e a falta de vontade fortalecer ou alimentar para a relação se torne fraca! E quando isso existe porque não sermos verdadeiros e dizermos: "Não me apetece, não tenho vontade..." Seria muito mais simples e honesto!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Digo isto mas também me auto-critíco, não sou santa. Mas quero mudar, ainda quero agarrar em algumas pessoas em que sinto consideração. É possível que isso aconteça. Peco pelo facto de regar mais em algumas amizades que outras, sendo certo que as circunstâncias sejam diferentes, mas isso não pode servir de desculpa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Neste momento sinto-me desiludida com alguém que tenho consideração, porque permite que a distância seja fortemente presente!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;E o que eu digo é que:" Relações vêm e vão, mas as amizades verdadeiras essas permanecem!".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando sinto que já não pertenço ou já não existe lugar para mim na vida de alguém....simplesmente liberto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;É pena sentir que existe pessoas que não sabem na realidade o que é ter uma amizade ou dar valor a uma!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-2352057859504289611?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/2352057859504289611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=2352057859504289611' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/2352057859504289611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/2352057859504289611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/03/veem-e-vao-entro-e-saio.html' title='Vêem e Vão/ Entro e Saio'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-55mGSVX8XDg/TYzdW89ys5I/AAAAAAAAA_4/BmN69Q4lUeo/s72-c/noite%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-8160087527520978400</id><published>2011-02-01T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:15:44.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage - Milk [Edited Version] (HD Official Video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Mdb25ksCYcw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I am milk&lt;br /&gt;I am red hot kitchen&lt;br /&gt;And I am cool&lt;br /&gt;Cool as the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost&lt;br /&gt;So I am cruel&lt;br /&gt;But I'd be love and sweetness&lt;br /&gt;If I had you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am weak&lt;br /&gt;But I am strong&lt;br /&gt;I can use my tears to&lt;br /&gt;Bring you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am milk&lt;br /&gt;I am red hot kitchen&lt;br /&gt;I am cool&lt;br /&gt;Cool as the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm aching&lt;br /&gt;I'm aching for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-8160087527520978400?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/8160087527520978400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=8160087527520978400' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8160087527520978400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8160087527520978400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/02/garbage-milk-edited-version-hd-official.html' title='Garbage - Milk [Edited Version] (HD Official Video)'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Mdb25ksCYcw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-7340184864612040030</id><published>2011-01-25T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T09:50:45.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulp -- Common People</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DqgXzPfAxjo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge&lt;br /&gt;She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College, that's where I caught her eye.&lt;br /&gt;She told me that her Dad was loaded&lt;br /&gt;I said in that case I'll have a rum and coke-cola.&lt;br /&gt;She said fine and in thirty seconds time she said, I want to live like common people&lt;br /&gt;I want to do whatever common people do, I want to sleep with common people&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep with common people like you.&lt;br /&gt;Well what else could I do - I said I'll see what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;I took her to a supermarket&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere, so it started there.&lt;br /&gt;I said pretend you've got no money, she just laughed and said oh you're so funny.&lt;br /&gt;I said yeah? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here.&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure you want to live like common people&lt;br /&gt;You want to see whatever common people see&lt;br /&gt;You want to sleep with common people,&lt;br /&gt;you want to sleep with common people like me.&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't understand, she just smiled and held my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Rent a flat above a shop, cut your hair and get a job.&lt;br /&gt;Smoke some fags and play some pool, pretend you never went to school.&lt;br /&gt;But still you'll never get it right&lt;br /&gt;'cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall&lt;br /&gt;If you call your Dad he could stop it all.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never live like common people&lt;br /&gt;You'll never do what common people do&lt;br /&gt;You'll never fail like common people&lt;br /&gt;You'll never watch your life slide out of view, and dance and drink and screw&lt;br /&gt;Because there's nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;Sing along with the common people, sing along and it might just get you thru'&lt;br /&gt;Laugh along with the common people&lt;br /&gt;Laugh along even though they're laughing at you and the stupid things that you do.&lt;br /&gt;Because you think that poor is cool.&lt;br /&gt;I want to live with common people, I want to live with common people &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-7340184864612040030?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/7340184864612040030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=7340184864612040030' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/7340184864612040030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/7340184864612040030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/01/pulp-common-people.html' title='Pulp -- Common People'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DqgXzPfAxjo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-1835671010454314375</id><published>2011-01-09T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T13:00:01.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reencontros.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TSoMFdOGE_I/AAAAAAAAA_s/NRpRhUz2BV4/s1600/99676331_25ed0ee6bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TSoMFdOGE_I/AAAAAAAAA_s/NRpRhUz2BV4/s320/99676331_25ed0ee6bc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560269977824924658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Na sua maioria os reencontros são sempre algo de surpreendente e engraçados. Por norma acontece quando estamos sozinhos, no nosso canto, por vezes em periodos de intro-inspecção. Em que estamos completamente aparte do que acontece à nossa volta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Tive à pouquíssimo tempo um reencontro de que nada estava à espera. Sem qualquer tipo de &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;intenção dois amigos, embora um pouco desconhecidos, decidiram-se encontar para reencontar e falar ou conhecer um pouco mais.... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Durante aquelas horas, enquanto falava e ouvia e olhava para ele recordará a primeira vez que o virá ( e o ponto o qual ele me confrontou mais à frente na conversa), ali estaria a ver uma outra pessoa, melhor o começo de outra pessoa, com um ar mais leve, do que vira antes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Naquelas horas, tal como outrora, falámos, partilhámos, questionámos coisas que nos estão marcadas cá dentro, sentimentos, pessoas, amizades, sociedade, sonhos, desejos, vontades...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Na maioria das vezes, quando conhecemos alguém levantamos um pouco do véu daquilo que somos, (bem há quem use máscara), sem medos ou rodeios...um primeira impressão fica...as vezes é a primeira e depois acabou....mas quando existe um contacto mesmo que seja exporádico, esse conhecimento continua e sem rodeios, existe um à vontade, uma confiança....até que existe um reencontro de presença e ai sentimo-nos bem em relação ao outro e vice-versa. E o que senti neste reencontro foi muito bom pelo simples facto de sermos duas pessoas no mesmo partamar e decidimos de uma forma natural, ingénua sem qualquer tipo de intenção mais intimista carnal e sim uma intenção de passar um momento de companheirismo, simplesmente dois amigos a conversar a criar uma ligação mais forte e sem pensar em nada...no que poderia acabar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Senti-me muito bem desde á muito tempo....senti que estava com alguém que sentia o mesmo, queria estar com uma pessoa e passar um bom momento, criar laços...simplesmente só estar....e nada mais!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Gostaria de ter encontros assim como este reencontro, pois são um dos mais enriquecedores que poderei ter e partilhar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem Hajas meu amigo!&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-1835671010454314375?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/1835671010454314375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=1835671010454314375' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/1835671010454314375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/1835671010454314375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/01/reencontros.html' title='Reencontros.'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TSoMFdOGE_I/AAAAAAAAA_s/NRpRhUz2BV4/s72-c/99676331_25ed0ee6bc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-1196306159811025156</id><published>2011-01-09T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T11:11:51.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belle &amp; Sebastian - Write About Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FDTUAgMu6VU?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; I know a spell&lt;br /&gt;That would you make help&lt;br /&gt;Write about love, it could be in any tense, but it must make sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a trick&lt;br /&gt;Forget that you are sick&lt;br /&gt;Write about love, it could be in any form, hand it to me in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my job, I’m working way too much (every day I’m stuck in an office)&lt;br /&gt;At one o’clock, I take my lunch up on the roof&lt;br /&gt;The city’s right below, I’ll ride upon a friend&lt;br /&gt;He’s intellectual and he’s hot, but he understands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seconds move on (if you watch the clock)&lt;br /&gt;And the sky grows dark (if you’re looking up)&lt;br /&gt;And the girls move from thrill to thrill on the tightrope walk (on the tightrope walk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my job, I’m working way too much (every day I’m stuck in an office)&lt;br /&gt;At one o’clock, I take my lunch up on the roof&lt;br /&gt;The city’s right below, I’ll ride upon a friend&lt;br /&gt;He’s intellectual and he’s hot, but he understands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a way (so you know the way)&lt;br /&gt;Get on your skinny knees and pray (Maybe not today)&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to see the dream through the windows and the trees of your living room (of your living room)&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to see the dream through the windows and the trees of your living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-1196306159811025156?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/1196306159811025156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=1196306159811025156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/1196306159811025156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/1196306159811025156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2011/01/belle-sebastian-write-about-love.html' title='Belle &amp; Sebastian - Write About Love'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FDTUAgMu6VU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-3784986601876273628</id><published>2010-12-31T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:04:45.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus 2010...Olá 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TR4azC92REI/AAAAAAAAA_k/oShltgMqfA8/s1600/fim-de-ano-506x347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TR4azC92REI/AAAAAAAAA_k/oShltgMqfA8/s320/fim-de-ano-506x347.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556908454493701186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Adeus 2010.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Que venha 2011....pois cá estaremos para vivê-lo e saboreá-lo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Boas Saídas....e umas ÓPTIMAS ENTRADAS EM 2011!&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-3784986601876273628?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/3784986601876273628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=3784986601876273628' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/3784986601876273628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/3784986601876273628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/12/adeus-2010ola-2011.html' title='Adeus 2010...Olá 2011!'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TR4azC92REI/AAAAAAAAA_k/oShltgMqfA8/s72-c/fim-de-ano-506x347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-4267628101297841484</id><published>2010-12-27T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T15:19:14.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patti Smith Group - Because the night 1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xACZHv-sLCg?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Para ti...esta é para ti...que estás comigo onde não estou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-4267628101297841484?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/4267628101297841484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=4267628101297841484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/4267628101297841484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/4267628101297841484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/12/patti-smith-group-because-night-1978.html' title='Patti Smith Group - Because the night 1978'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xACZHv-sLCg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-6612712490572868693</id><published>2010-12-23T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:21:35.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um Natal, Mais uma Renovação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TRPJYiJg5wI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/PphV1-iz5YY/s1600/Natividade%2Bby%2BMengs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TRPJYiJg5wI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/PphV1-iz5YY/s320/Natividade%2Bby%2BMengs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554004188798707458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; Já à 2010 que festejamos o Nascimento do Filho de Deus, aquele que viera demonstrar o quando a vida pode ser Bela, Livre e Simples de ser vivida, basta crermos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Nasceu entre a simplicidade, a pobreza mas veio com a maior riqueza que alguém poderá ter, o Amor Puro e Verdadeiro :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Espero que este ano os Mortais saibam ser Unidos, que Partilhem, que se Amem uns aos outros..." Ama o Próximo como a Ti Mesmo"!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Mais um" Nascimento de CRISTO, "Mais uma" Renovação do Ser dentro do Ser=Homem!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Um Bom, Santo e Glorioso Natal para todos os Mortais!&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-6612712490572868693?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/6612712490572868693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=6612712490572868693' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/6612712490572868693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/6612712490572868693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/12/mais-um-natal-mais-uma-renovacao.html' title='Mais um Natal, Mais uma Renovação'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TRPJYiJg5wI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/PphV1-iz5YY/s72-c/Natividade%2Bby%2BMengs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-2816111889120164767</id><published>2010-12-20T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T04:08:23.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>um sonho, um momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TQ9Ac7VpYkI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/zZayygjryxg/s1600/ghosts_by_poison_blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TQ9Ac7VpYkI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/zZayygjryxg/s320/ghosts_by_poison_blood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552727731280110146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Estava em teu quarto....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;De pé....no canto qo fundo da tua cama....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;olhava-te....sentia-te com meu olhar....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Pé-ante-Pé....chego À tua beira...estás a dormir....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Agacho-me....olho-te e traço com os meus dedos o teu rosto....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mexes-te por um arrepio leve....viras-te para outro lado....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Dou a volta a tua cama....e devagar que nem pena....deito-me à tua beira...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;olho para ti....de leve abres os olhos....sentiste-me....ou não?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Abres e olhas...teu olhar no meu....estarás a olhar para mim??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Fechas-os....e voltas ao teu sonho....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A minha mão no teu ombro....desliza para o teu rosto...teu cabelo....suave e cheiroso...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Aproximo-me do teu corpo....para sentir teu calor....tua pêle....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Beijo-te...para sentir-te....mas tu não me sentes....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Tu não me vês....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;mas ali fico....abraçada a ti.....para saborear, sentir, valorizar....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Cravar em meu coração....para fixar este tempo...este momento!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;........&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Acordei e percebi que tudo não passava de um sonho contigo....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;cravei o momento, o sentimento, o sabor.....mas a ti não cravei....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;não consegui cravar quem és no meu coração....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Será que um dia irei cravá-lo em mim??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Só te confesso que foi bom.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-2816111889120164767?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/2816111889120164767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=2816111889120164767' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/2816111889120164767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/2816111889120164767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/12/um-sonho-um-momento.html' title='um sonho, um momento'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TQ9Ac7VpYkI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/zZayygjryxg/s72-c/ghosts_by_poison_blood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-7856819769441903303</id><published>2010-12-17T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T10:04:41.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradição...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TQuZaD2_aFI/AAAAAAAAA_I/BES7B6cB0eA/s1600/zz%2Bpeito%2Bcorroido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TQuZaD2_aFI/AAAAAAAAA_I/BES7B6cB0eA/s320/zz%2Bpeito%2Bcorroido.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551699638655871058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Contradição:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Como é possível sentir-me triste quando recebo elogios ou mesmo declaração?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A minha verdade é esta: o meu coração chora quando sinto que alguém está a interessar-se realmente na minha essência e sei que o sentimento não é recíproco!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Se sou humana ou não....não sei ao certo! Neste momento não consigo alcançar os humanos. Ando por entre eles como espectadora, se me vêem...não sei!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Tudo sei e nada sei...Tudo se vive, tudo se aprende!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;O que sei é que não sou deste planeta!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Só quero pedir desculpas.....por não estar no mesmo grau, no mesmo patamar....na mesma linha de outros!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/1055249557845335052-7856819769441903303?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/7856819769441903303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=7856819769441903303' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/7856819769441903303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/7856819769441903303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/12/contradicao.html' title='Contradição...'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TQuZaD2_aFI/AAAAAAAAA_I/BES7B6cB0eA/s72-c/zz%2Bpeito%2Bcorroido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-8499022423780434236</id><published>2010-12-15T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:22:55.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie Melua - Tiny Alien</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l5ANc7WhLEA?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Who are you my tiny alien?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love to hide?&lt;br /&gt;Who are you my tiny alien?&lt;br /&gt;What can you see inside?&lt;br /&gt;I won’t make a sound&lt;br /&gt;I won’t shoot you down&lt;br /&gt;With my science, and reliance on&lt;br /&gt;Everything I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re not of this earth&lt;br /&gt;You won’t know what you’re worth&lt;br /&gt;You’ve just got to take the pressure&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;Or you’ll never survive in this world&lt;br /&gt;Tiny alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you my tiny alien?&lt;br /&gt;What are you here to do?&lt;br /&gt;Who are you my tiny alien?&lt;br /&gt;How can I talk to you?&lt;br /&gt;What’s my DNA?&lt;br /&gt;Can you make it change?&lt;br /&gt;So I can gain new insight and take flight&lt;br /&gt;And never fell any pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re not of this earth&lt;br /&gt;You won’t know what you’re worth&lt;br /&gt;You’ve just got to take the pressure&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;Or you’ll never survive in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how far can you fall&lt;br /&gt;When you still feel so small?&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me through the sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the future will bring?&lt;br /&gt;Tiny alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you my tiny alien?&lt;br /&gt;We are just skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;Who are you my tiny alien?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we so alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re not of this earth&lt;br /&gt;You won’t know what you’re worth&lt;br /&gt;You’ve just got to take the pressure&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;Or you’ll never survive in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how far can you fall&lt;br /&gt;When you still feel so small?&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me through the sorrows tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the future will bring?&lt;br /&gt;Tiny alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you my tiny alien?&lt;br /&gt;Who are you my tiny alien?&lt;br /&gt;Who are you my tiny alien?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-8499022423780434236?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/8499022423780434236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=8499022423780434236' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8499022423780434236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8499022423780434236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/12/katie-melua-tiny-alien.html' title='Katie Melua - Tiny Alien'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/l5ANc7WhLEA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-8203982340991245840</id><published>2010-12-13T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T10:01:34.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Floyd Shine On You Crazy Diamond</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s8bLWWHW-Zg?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Shine on you crazy diamond.&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Shine on you crazy diamond.&lt;br /&gt;You were caught in the cross fire of childhood and stardom.&lt;br /&gt;Blown on the steel breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Come on you target for faraway laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Shine on you crazy diamond.&lt;br /&gt;Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.&lt;br /&gt;Shine on you crazy diamond.&lt;br /&gt;Well you wore out your welcome with random precision.&lt;br /&gt;Rode on the steel breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Come on you raver, you seer of visions.&lt;br /&gt;Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far.&lt;br /&gt;Shine on you crazy diamond.&lt;br /&gt;Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there.&lt;br /&gt;Shine on you crazy diamond.&lt;br /&gt;And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph,&lt;br /&gt;and sail on the steel breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,&lt;br /&gt;come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-8203982340991245840?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/8203982340991245840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=8203982340991245840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8203982340991245840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8203982340991245840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/12/pink-floyd-shine-on-you-crazy-diamond.html' title='Pink Floyd Shine On You Crazy Diamond'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/s8bLWWHW-Zg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-1398745038168693764</id><published>2010-12-11T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T10:33:10.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATB - Stars come out</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/booZJSVlC8Y?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;SEE ME RISE, WATCH ME FALL&lt;br /&gt;I’M NOT STEADY AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;CUZ SOMETIMES LIFE HURTS LIKE HELL&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THIS TOO WELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IT’S DARK THE STARS COME OUT AND FOR A MOMENT WE ARE SAVED,YEAH&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IT’S DARK, IN THE DARKEST HOUR&lt;br /&gt;STARS COME OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRDS FLY SOUTH, WINTER’S BLUE&lt;br /&gt;I’LL PUT MY FAITH IN YOU&lt;br /&gt;CUZ SOMETIMES LIFE HURTS LIKE HELL&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THIS TOO WELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IT’S DARK THE STARS COME OUT AND FOR A MOMENT WE ARE SAVED,YEAH&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IT’S DARK, IN YOUR BLACKEST HOUR&lt;br /&gt;STARS COME OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IT’S DARK THE STARS COME OUT AND FOR A MOMENT WE ARE SAVED,YEAH&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IT’S DARK, IN YOUR BLACKEST HOUR&lt;br /&gt;STARS COME OUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;From http://www.lyricsmania.com/stars_come_out_lyrics_atb.html&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-1398745038168693764?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/1398745038168693764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=1398745038168693764' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/1398745038168693764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/1398745038168693764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/12/atb-stars-come-out.html' title='ATB - Stars come out'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/booZJSVlC8Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-7319421385369089523</id><published>2010-12-03T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:18:31.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooverphonic - You Love Me To Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2Ut24DyJYeY?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Face your faith&lt;br /&gt;remove all the lace&lt;br /&gt;you love me to death&lt;br /&gt;but death may love you more&lt;br /&gt;you paint with glaze&lt;br /&gt;but write me without grace&lt;br /&gt;you love me to death&lt;br /&gt;our love was mortal hope&lt;br /&gt;oh you love me to death&lt;br /&gt;but death may love you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you grow in me&lt;br /&gt;and although we disagree&lt;br /&gt;you love me to death&lt;br /&gt;you can not love me more&lt;br /&gt;the best things in life to find&lt;br /&gt;will not always satisfy&lt;br /&gt;you can love me to death&lt;br /&gt;but I will have to go&lt;br /&gt;oh you love me to death&lt;br /&gt;but I will have to go&lt;br /&gt;oh you love me to death&lt;br /&gt;but I will let you go&lt;br /&gt;oh you love me to death&lt;br /&gt;but I will let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-7319421385369089523?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/7319421385369089523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=7319421385369089523' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/7319421385369089523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/7319421385369089523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/12/hooverphonic-you-love-me-to-death.html' title='Hooverphonic - You Love Me To Death'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2Ut24DyJYeY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-5003084855333748995</id><published>2010-12-03T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:14:22.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooverphonic : Wake Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TFUGaHy5XRI?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’re the needle in my veins&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure mostly ends in pain&lt;br /&gt;Temptation is a part of us&lt;br /&gt;But us is driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s time to make decisions&lt;br /&gt;Yes ain’t easy but no’s too safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;Wake up&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me what to say&lt;br /&gt;But there’s one thing you can tell&lt;br /&gt;And that’s how I’d feel&lt;br /&gt;When there’s no more you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t need no competition&lt;br /&gt;In the end this is no game&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me your best and I will give you what is left of me&lt;br /&gt;Excuses are the final drop&lt;br /&gt;Excuses don’t relieve the pain&lt;br /&gt;Solitude ain’t so bad when there’s nothing left for us to gain&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-5003084855333748995?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/5003084855333748995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=5003084855333748995' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/5003084855333748995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/5003084855333748995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/12/hooverphonic-wake-up.html' title='Hooverphonic : Wake Up'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TFUGaHy5XRI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-6949565887932481615</id><published>2010-11-30T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:53:43.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inxs - by my side</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yPRyaCiOkzU?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the dark of the night&lt;br /&gt;Those small hours&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain and anxious&lt;br /&gt;I need to call you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooms full of strangers&lt;br /&gt;Some call me friend&lt;br /&gt;But I wish you were so close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark of night&lt;br /&gt;Those small hours&lt;br /&gt;I drift away&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the dark of night&lt;br /&gt;By my side&lt;br /&gt;In the dark of night&lt;br /&gt;By my side, by my side, by my side&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the clown&lt;br /&gt;His face in a wall&lt;br /&gt;No window&lt;br /&gt;No air at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark of night&lt;br /&gt;Those faces they haunt me&lt;br /&gt;But I wish you were&lt;br /&gt;So close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By my side&lt;br /&gt;By my side&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were&lt;br /&gt;By my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark of night&lt;br /&gt;Those faces they haunt me&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were so close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I wish you were&lt;br /&gt;By my side&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-6949565887932481615?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/6949565887932481615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=6949565887932481615' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/6949565887932481615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/6949565887932481615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/11/inxs-by-my-side.html' title='inxs - by my side'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yPRyaCiOkzU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-5183846849100320025</id><published>2010-11-26T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T17:09:52.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band of Horses - The Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cMFWFhTFohk?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm coming up only&lt;br /&gt;To hold you under&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming up only&lt;br /&gt;To show you wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to know you&lt;br /&gt;Is hard we wander&lt;br /&gt;To know you all wrong&lt;br /&gt;We were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooohh oooohh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooohhhoohhhhooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really to late to&lt;br /&gt;Call so we wait for&lt;br /&gt;Morning to wake you&lt;br /&gt;It's all we got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know me as hardly golden&lt;br /&gt;Is to know me all wrong&lt;br /&gt;They were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every occasion&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ready for the funeral&lt;br /&gt;Every occasion once more&lt;br /&gt;It's called the funeral&lt;br /&gt;Every occasion&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm ready for the funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/the-funeral-lyrics-band-of-horses.html ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every occastion&lt;br /&gt;Of one billion day funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming up only&lt;br /&gt;To show you down for&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming up only&lt;br /&gt;To show you wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the outside&lt;br /&gt;The dead leaves they all blow&lt;br /&gt;Before they died&lt;br /&gt;had trees to hang their hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhhohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Oooooohooooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every occasion&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ready for the funeral&lt;br /&gt;And every occasion once more&lt;br /&gt;It's called the funeral&lt;br /&gt;And every occasion&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm ready for the funeral&lt;br /&gt;Every occasion&lt;br /&gt;Of one billion day funeral&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-5183846849100320025?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/5183846849100320025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=5183846849100320025' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/5183846849100320025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/5183846849100320025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/11/band-of-horses-funeral.html' title='Band of Horses - The Funeral'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cMFWFhTFohk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-1953681913927584718</id><published>2010-11-25T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T15:36:49.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enya - Amarantine</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0jRbx355rM0?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You know when you give your love away&lt;br /&gt;It opens your heart,&lt;br /&gt;everything is new.&lt;br /&gt;And you know time will always find a way&lt;br /&gt;to let your heart believe it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know love is everything you say;&lt;br /&gt;a whisper, a word,&lt;br /&gt;promises you give.&lt;br /&gt;You feel it in the heartbeat of the day.&lt;br /&gt;You know this is the way love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Amarantine...&lt;br /&gt;Amarantine...&lt;br /&gt;Amarantine...&lt;br /&gt;Love is LOVE IS LOVE love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know love may sometimes make you cry,&lt;br /&gt;so let the tears go,&lt;br /&gt;they will flow away,&lt;br /&gt;for you know love will always let you fly&lt;br /&gt;-how far a heart can fly away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when love's&lt;br /&gt;shining in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;it may be the stars&lt;br /&gt;falling from above.&lt;br /&gt;And you know love&lt;br /&gt;is with you when you rise,&lt;br /&gt;for night and day belong to love&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-1953681913927584718?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/1953681913927584718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=1953681913927584718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/1953681913927584718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/1953681913927584718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/11/enya-amarantine.html' title='Enya - Amarantine'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0jRbx355rM0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-3166795325860226500</id><published>2010-11-20T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:24:06.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Ti, A VERDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TOgaUHkLazI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Rq0_eG3PgCk/s1600/63b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TOgaUHkLazI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Rq0_eG3PgCk/s320/63b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541708274409892658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Hoje dir-te-ei a Verdade....Estou a Libertar-te dentro de mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Prendi-te em meu coração como algo que me devia pertencer....a isto chamo-lhe de Amor Humano! Por fazer doer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Existe músicas, as quais dediquei à tua pessoa, como "Who are you", "Love Should", "A Victory of Love", "Wicked Game", "Slave to Love", "Adeus Não afastes os teus olhos dos meus",..... e tantas outras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Quando te vi pela primeira vez, não dei importância...trocamos os olhares normalmente, trocamos umas palavras, nada de importância, mas depois....na tua ausência percebi que sentia curiosidade sobre ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Com o tempo, com a troca de ideias, de sentimentos, de sensações, entre outras coisas percebi que a minha essência apaixonára-se pelo o que és....não pelo corpo que apresentas e sim pelo que és! A minha essência começou admirar-te fortemente, por sentir uma certa compatibilidade, cumplicidade, intimidade, não é que não tenha por outras pessoas que passam na minha vida, mas porque sentia que era algo diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Se pudesse descrever por uma música o que sentia por ti e que agora liberto, escolheria a "Love Should"! Cada vez mais é-me demonstrado o quanto as pessoas não dão valor de estarem apaixonadas e poderem ter a pessoa à sua beira....Eu dou esse valor porque já o tive um dia e que agora, presentemente sinto-o e não te tenho porque não posso te ter!....não está destinado...e eu tenho que te libertar de mim, cá dentro de mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sabes, em todos os momentos em que estive à tua beira e tu na minha, a rir, a falar, a dar, a receber a nossa amizade ou simplesmente estarmos lado a lado em silêncio, amava cada minuto e desenhava-o na minha memória. Nunca te disse isto, nunca te disse o que realmente sentia, ou pelo menos se o disse foi indirectamente, para não me acusar, por não te querer prejudicar! Mas mais importante, não to disse para te proteger...Sabes é difícil amarmos alguém que sabemos que não podemos alcançar,  devido as circunstâncias da vida. Apaixonei-me pelo o que me deste, pelo que me transmitiste, pelas sensações e depois foi pela pessoa que és! Apaixonei-me pela tua Amizade, pela tua companhia, pela tua verdade e depois cometi o erro de apaixonar-me humanamente....desejar-te fisicamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ao ouvir essas músicas, que refiro ai atrás, imagino-te à minha beira em teus braços e tu nos meus, sentir o teu cheiro natural, olhar-te, a desenhar-te...ouvir a tua voz e as palavras que dizes, a maneira como as falas, olhar para os teus gestos, a tua maneira de expressão, simplesmente olhar para ti e encantar-me com a tua verdade ; deixar-me envolver contigo, dar-me a ti sem qualquer restrinção como nada de fora fosse importante, só Tu e Eu, simplemente entrelaçarmo-nos, beijarmo-nos, tocarmo-nos, olharmo-nos, darmo-nos e recebermos...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Muitos desses desejos estão descritos aqui, no blogue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pensava que conseguia dominar o que estava a sentir por ti, educando o meu coração. Sim porque a minha mente, a minha razão estava decidida, não podia Amar alguém que não podia alcançar.....mas o meu coração estava encantado, completamente encantado que te prendeu nele! Mesmo sabendo que não te podia ter, continuava a encantar-se! Mas como estamos aqui para aprender vivendo, ele reconheceu que não te podia ter e aos pouco começou a transformar esse Amor Humano, em Amor! E agora está a libertar-te dele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Escrevo-te esta carta com lágrimas nos olhos e no coração. Lágrimas de Tristeza??....Não, Lágrimas de Paz, de poder estar a sentir algo tão forte e tão puro por ti. Este sentimento é demasiado bom ou maravilhoso para sentir tristeza....até pelo contrário, irei agradecer eternamente por fazeres sentir este sentimento. Mesmo desejando ter "o" momento meu e teu, ainda, e saber que não o poderei ter, sinto-me Feliz e Afortunada pelo que me deste e pelo que me poderás dar, mesmo sem saberes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Não sei se irás ler esta carta um dia ou se irás percebê-la que é para ti, mas não poderia dizer-to cara a cara, não por covardia....mas sei que a verdade é sempre forte e sei que nós por vezes não sabemos lidar com a verdade dos outros! E esta é a minha verdade para ti e se ta dissesse cara a cara, sei que irias ouví-la mas sei que te iria ser dificíl, porque de certa forma a escondi de ti e porque não sentes o que senti por ti e se alguma vez sentiste, não era semelhante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;E mesmo que venhas a ler e dizer-me algo...só terei que respeitar! Não terei medo em ouvir ou de receber a tua reacção, porque simplesmente não posso perder alguém que nunca me pertencerá e porque não és um objecto e sim ser humano, uma pessoa, um ser livre! E jamais poderei ficar triste com a tua verdade, por ser a Tua Verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Neste momento começo a escrever um outro capítulo da minha vida, uma continuação...Sei que coisas mudaram e eu não te posso prender em mim....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hoje Liberto a Verdade para que saibas e Hoje o meu coração Liberta-te! Continuará Amar-te mas deixando de te Desejar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Acabo esta carta com estes versos da música que te dediquei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Love Should- Moby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;"So we in sleep in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;We never make&lt;br /&gt;Holding close to love&lt;br /&gt;Love should fade&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to this is the best thing we'll ever do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning sun is sweet and soft on your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love, you always leave me surprised&lt;br /&gt;Before my heart starts to burst&lt;br /&gt;With all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how it rains&lt;br /&gt;I know how it&lt;br /&gt;I never could feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;For anyone but you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-3166795325860226500?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/3166795325860226500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=3166795325860226500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/3166795325860226500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/3166795325860226500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TN29wlNa6SI/AAAAAAAAA-w/TljL_MpSKHU/s1600/IMG_2142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TN29wlNa6SI/AAAAAAAAA-w/TljL_MpSKHU/s320/IMG_2142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538791759055350050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nasci numa grande época....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Já cá cantam 30 outonos :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem vindos os meus 30Anos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-8792170999007903906?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/8792170999007903906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=8792170999007903906' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8792170999007903906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TNLYDDalsXI/AAAAAAAAA-o/HUXD12r-xhg/s1600/3DCEEF_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TNLYDDalsXI/AAAAAAAAA-o/HUXD12r-xhg/s320/3DCEEF_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535724438959796594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero estar onde não estou,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero ir para onde não posso....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero estar com quem não estou...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou onde não quero..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero ir ter contigo....estar contigo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estar no infinito do espaço e tempo....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longe e tão perto....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero ser quem não sou....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero que o meu corpo exploda em mil átómos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero partir sem olha para trás...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deixar tudo....egoísmo??...sim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje quero estar egoísta...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje quero que o meu coração derrame até à última gota....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje quero transformar-me em cinzas....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje só quero estar contigo, abraçar-te e chorar até à última gota!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero estar onde não estou....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-277420557038936789?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/277420557038936789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=277420557038936789' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/277420557038936789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tempos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TNAl_iFU7lI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/7yIyeHktKQs/s1600/INCERTEZA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TNAl_iFU7lI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/7yIyeHktKQs/s320/INCERTEZA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534965715449474642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nestes últimos tempos fizeram-me reflectir e afastar-me coisas em que estava ligada e recuperar outras já há muito afastadas...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nestes últimos tempos pensei nas pessoas que passaram na minha vida e aquilo que lhes dei e aquilo que recebi delas... e não sei o que lhes dei. Não consigo encontrar palavras para adjectivar o lhes transmiti...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;À tempos duas pessoas referiram-se ao meu toque. Ambos gostaram do meu toque. Um fez o comentário que o meu toque seria quente, relaxador...O outro disse que o meu toque era assim quando não estava apaixonada, imaginava como seria se o estivesse...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;À tempos conheci um homem que me disse que era uma mulher misteriosa. Não dizia tudo o que pensava, só quando queria. E que as pessoas não viam a mulher que era mas sim o meu aspecto de miúda...isto porque não tomavam atenção...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;À tempos reencontrei uma grande amiga e bem especial...disse-me para me manter assim, tal como era genuína...e o olhar dela reflectia todo o carinho quando dizia as palavras que dizia....também um dia, agradeceu-me por não desistir da amizade com ela.Conheço-a a 10anos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho pessoas que se tornaram recentes melhores amigos. Tenho dois melhores amigos, que duram à 20anos...Tenho uma familia que me atura à quase 30anos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E não sei o que lhes dei....Creio que nunca dei aquilo que sou! Sinto que nunca dei mesmo a conhecer a essência que sou!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neste momento, não sei se sou boa amiga, boa companheira...porque neste momento não me sinto que seja daqui....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nestes últimos tempos, apetecia-me estar aconchegada no meu casúlo nos braços de quem não tenho, de quem não sinto perto de mim.....(não falo de Amor Humano)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Creio que não sei o que dei pois sinto-me tão despegada, tão afastada de tudo e todos! Até dos sentimentos humanos! Não tenho palavras para dizer a alguém! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto-me fora deste planeta!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não são questões existências...apenas nestes últimos tempos....moro cada vez menos neste planeta!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como dizia alguém à uns anos atràs: "Estou bem onde não estou/ Só quero ir para onde não vou..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas tudo....a seu tempo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-471128896331640676?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/471128896331640676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=471128896331640676' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/471128896331640676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/471128896331640676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/11/nestes-ultimos-tempos.html' title='Nestes últimos tempos...'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TNAl_iFU7lI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/7yIyeHktKQs/s72-c/INCERTEZA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-2622672245491828837</id><published>2010-10-18T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T07:45:26.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loudest sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/fi7lG2hnW80/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fi7lG2hnW80?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fi7lG2hnW80?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Side by side in silence&lt;br /&gt;They pass away the day&lt;br /&gt;So comfortable, so habitual...&lt;br /&gt;And so nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side by side in silence&lt;br /&gt;His thoughts echo round&lt;br /&gt;He looks up at the sky...&lt;br /&gt;She looks down at the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stares down at the ground&lt;br /&gt;Stares down at the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side by side in silence&lt;br /&gt;They wish for different worlds&lt;br /&gt;She dreams him as a boy...&lt;br /&gt;And he loves her as a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves her as a girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And side by side in silence&lt;br /&gt;Without a single word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the loudest sound&lt;br /&gt;It's the loudest sound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the loudest sound I ever heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-2622672245491828837?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/2622672245491828837/comments/default' 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SUMMER-'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-567361677219383486</id><published>2010-10-18T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T07:33:02.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento intemporal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TLXzQlmDoAI/AAAAAAAAA-A/HUPAud8XpCQ/s320/praiafaro-mautempo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ontem foi um dia de encontros....fui tomar um café com o meu melhor Amigo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;À muito que não estavamos juntos...é claro que estava mais pessoal. Foi bastante agradável estar com aquele pessoal, rir, falar mais seriamente, recordar....só faltava mesmo umas cartas para jogarmos uma cartada :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Antes do meu melhor Amigo me deixar em casa, fomos à praia. Estava um pouco frio mas os casacos agasalhavam bem. É tão bom, é tão calmo estar perante o mar e então com uma boa companhia ainda melhor :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;É engraçado....estava a olhar para uma pessoa que conheço à 20anos! Ao olhar para ele, veio cenas da minha pré-adolescência, adolescência, fases importantes na vida de um Ser-Humano! Relembramos momentos, falámos do Futuro, falámos do nosso trio :)....sim só faltava a nossa melhor Amiga S. (Tenho outra mas é mais caçula :) ) Só faltava ela para estarmos na palhaçada como nos velhos tempos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Conversámos no ponto em que nos encontravamos....,a S. quase casada; ele, preste a ir viver com a namorada...e eu solteira! Rimo-nos...pois ninguém sabe do futuro, não é?? e muitas coisas acontecem! Nada fora previsto ao ponto que chegariámos, encontros e desencontros....mas uma coisa foi sempre certa, aquilo que sentimos uns pelos os outros, um elo forte, uma Amizade intemporal....havemos de ter 80anos e o sentimento continuar....é tão bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ficámos a olhar para o negro da noite....e ele abraçou-me e disse: "Já tinha tantas Saudades tuas..." e eu disse-lhe:"também eu...embora falte aqui a S. para ser o Trio...São 20anos!". Foi tão bom de ouvir isso, sentir que afinal aquilo que dei e dou faz bem a uma pessoa e ela sentir e dizer-mo. Ao ouvir isso, senti que aquilo que dou é importante!Quis chorar de alegria, mas não o fiz...chorei por dentro de pura Felicidade, aqueceu-me por dentro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sinto saudades do que faziámos no secundário, iamos p o terraço do bloco C, com o rádio dele ou com uma guitarra e ficávamos a ouvir as grandes músicas,dançávamos e cantávamos....Ainda tenho a esperança de retomar a fazê-lo, não no bloco C da secundária mas sim num jardim ou na praia ou mesmo num bom lugar na mata para um bom pic-nic, com pessoal que goste de alinhar nisso,(embora que nos dias de hoje as pessoas deixam-se absorver pelo trabalho, pela relação...entre outras coisas e não despensem umas horas que seja para poderem reviver um daqueles momentos que marcaram na vida.)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;É bom saber que existe uma pessoa como eu, que acredita numa relação colectiva é bom e funciona bem quando existe um espaço indívidual, ou seja, um indíviduo não deve deixar de fazer certas coisas que são importantes para ele, apartir do momento em que trabalha e começa a ter uma relação séria. É claro que eu não estou a dizer para fazê-lo sempre mas de vez enquando ou quando a pessoa começa a sentir falta, caso contrário....acaba em monotónia tanto o indíviduo como a relação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bem a questão é que neste pequeno momento, foi um momento de recuperar certas coisa que estavam adormecidas e um momento de partilha entre dois grandes Amigos e o qual soube a pouco :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bem hajas por este momento meu querido amico V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Beijo grande  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-567361677219383486?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/567361677219383486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=567361677219383486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/567361677219383486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/567361677219383486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/10/momento-intemporal.html' title='Momento intemporal...'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TLXzQlmDoAI/AAAAAAAAA-A/HUPAud8XpCQ/s72-c/praiafaro-mautempo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-8019360613624406835</id><published>2010-10-15T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:45:16.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saio de cena...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TLiBTRyGhQI/AAAAAAAAA-I/My3vuYMFjNQ/s1600/319_el-teatro-mas-pequeno_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TLiBTRyGhQI/AAAAAAAAA-I/My3vuYMFjNQ/s320/319_el-teatro-mas-pequeno_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528310710788326658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Decidi que saio de cena deste mundo que é da internet....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saio por um tempo indefenido. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saio do convívio que tenho aqui na internet, mas não saio de escrever aqui no meu blogge.Pois será o único motivo que irei ceder sempre que necessitar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saio de cena, porque pouco tenho a dizer a quem comunico ou mesmo a quem escrevo. Sinto que isto cria uma frieza no conceito de relações ou ligações humanas...e isso eu não quero para mim!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neste momento quero recuperar coisas e investir em outras. Estou mais ligada a outras realidade e menos a estas. Afinal este mundo dá-me tanto e não quero desperdiçá-lo ou perdê-lo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saio de cena...quem me quiser comunicar, faça-o pelo telemóvel, tal como o farei caso eu necessite de rever alguém! Não nego quem precisa de ajuda ou precisar da minha amizade, os meus Amigo sabem que terão-na sempre, tal como eu sei que terei a deles....mas........&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neste momento preciso de sentir Saudade de querer estar com os meus amigos e familia...Sinto falta de estar comigo e de fazer coisas, ter hábitos os quais me preenchiam....é recuperá-los e investir!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saio de cena.....mas até breve! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Saio de cena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-8019360613624406835?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/8019360613624406835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=8019360613624406835' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8019360613624406835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8019360613624406835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/10/saio-de-cena.html' title='Saio de cena...'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TLiBTRyGhQI/AAAAAAAAA-I/My3vuYMFjNQ/s72-c/319_el-teatro-mas-pequeno_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-8206869849407963086</id><published>2010-10-15T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:28:26.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Kozelek - Have You Forgotten (Live)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/svmM_jC3Ev0/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/svmM_jC3Ev0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/svmM_jC3Ev0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can't let you be, cause your beauty won't allow me&lt;br /&gt;wrapped in white sheets,&lt;br /&gt;like an angel from a bedtime story&lt;br /&gt;and shut out what they say,&lt;br /&gt;cause your friends are fucked up anyway&lt;br /&gt;and when they come around,&lt;br /&gt;somehow they feel up and you feel down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were kids, we hated things our parents did&lt;br /&gt;we listened low to Casey Kasem's radio show&lt;br /&gt;that's when friends were nice,&lt;br /&gt;to think of them just makes you feel nice&lt;br /&gt;the smell of grass in spring&lt;br /&gt;and October leaves cover everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten how to love yourself? [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe all the good things that you do for me&lt;br /&gt;sat back in a chair like a princess from a faraway place&lt;br /&gt;nobody's nice, when you're older your heart turns to ice&lt;br /&gt;and shut out what they say;&lt;br /&gt;they're too dumb to mean it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were kids, we hated things our sisters did&lt;br /&gt;backyard summer pools and Christmases were beautiful&lt;br /&gt;and the sentiment of coloured mirrored ornaments&lt;br /&gt;and the open drapes&lt;br /&gt;look out on frozen farmhouse landscapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten how to love yourself? [x6]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-8206869849407963086?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/8206869849407963086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=8206869849407963086' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8206869849407963086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8206869849407963086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/10/mark-kozelek-have-you-forgotten-live.html' title='Mark Kozelek - Have You Forgotten (Live)'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-5598256504045076719</id><published>2010-10-13T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T10:49:03.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Meu Jericó...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TLXjmOI4itI/AAAAAAAAA94/wWYkeAIvM9U/s1600/DSC_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TLXjmOI4itI/AAAAAAAAA94/wWYkeAIvM9U/s320/DSC_0196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527574363437042386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Este é o meu Jericó Queimado :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Este é o meu meio de transporte, aquele que eu escolhi para andar, para circular por ai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Fui e sou um tanto criticada, por ter optado moto e não automóvel. Chamam-me maluca por ter escolhido uma moto e não automóvel, pois é mais perigoso. Pois bem, em certa parte dou razão...mas....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;F*ce&lt;/span&gt; é preciso ser igual aos outros, ou sou obrigada a seguir os outros??...NÃO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sou realista!...não tenho dinheiro para manter um automóvel,ok! Para mim não é só ter um automóvel. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Pergunto: E as Revisões??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;O selo??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;A gasolina ou gasóleo??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;As inspecções??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Alguma Avaria que haja??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Ahhhhh, pois é!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Acho muito engraçado o facto de algumas pessoas pensam que é só ter o automóvel e pronto, já está...é só andar e mais nada!! Vou consoante as minhas possibilidades, escolhi a moto porque acho que tem à ver muito comigo, se for automóvel será a carrinha de wolkswagen, mais conhecida por "Pão de Forma"....pois já houve quem vi o meu Jericó ao vivo e disse que era a minha cara :) Só tenhopena de  não andar mesmo de Jericó( burro, para quem não sabe) com uma pequena carroça na cidade....iria ser a P*ta da Loucura, ahahahahah!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto-me bem, estou Feliz com o que tenho. Já consigo habituar-me a andar na cidade, mas com os poucos vou aventurar-me mais...afinal foi para isso que a comprei, ganhar mais independência! Não gosto de incomodar...posso parecer, mas não gosto de ficar dependente de transporte ou de outra coisa qualquer. Até sei que podia ter proporcionado melhores momentos com a minha familia e com os meus amigos, isto é, das as ideias que tinha e que tenho...mas nunca o fiz bem, porque o transporte não me pertencia e nem sempre poderiam concordar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas em contrapartida gosto de andar nos transportes que a minha cidade me proporciona, com o eléctrio(predilécto), andar de comboio também é muito bom, ate mesmo de autocarro, embora este nunca venha a horas :) .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Gostaria que aqueles que me rodeiam aderissem mais comigo, quando estivessemos juntos. É barato, não chateia (a não ser quando há "filmes"), é divertido e ajuda a quebrar a rotina :) Bem mas já que eles não aderem, eu também já não insisto muito, respeito a vontade de cada uma, por isso vou sozinha...sim, sozinha...não vejo mal nenhum e como gosto da minha companhia é sempre bom :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;É claro que mesmo com a moto, não quero perder os meus hábitos de andar de outro transporte e mesmo de andar a pé!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando fiz um percurso mais longe, ou seja, mais para dentro da cidade...estava sol e eu ia nas estradas que rasgam a floresta...foi ai que senti uma harmonia uma paz...nada importava! Veio à memória duas cenas, uma do filme da "Cidade dos Anjos" e a outra "A melhor juventude"...seria um momento meu e do sentia...sem palavras, sem adjectivos e descrições...apenas o estar, ser e sentir....é o que basta!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Este é o meu Jericó e será com ele que irei partilhar muitas coisas, muitas "aventuras" :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;É o meu Jericó Queimado= JQ :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-5598256504045076719?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/5598256504045076719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=5598256504045076719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/5598256504045076719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/5598256504045076719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-meu-jerico.html' title='O Meu Jericó...'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TLXjmOI4itI/AAAAAAAAA94/wWYkeAIvM9U/s72-c/DSC_0196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-3990033916284658431</id><published>2010-10-08T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T17:25:43.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpol - Lights (Interpol first single from their new album)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/9a_DI_Vp8zI/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9a_DI_Vp8zI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9a_DI_Vp8zI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On that eye see show me your ways&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to meet my desires&lt;br /&gt;With some grace&lt;br /&gt;On that eye fear don't turn away&lt;br /&gt;And leave me to plead in this whole other place&lt;br /&gt;What if I never break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vistuary won't you take me&lt;br /&gt;far away, far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that eye seek please police me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to police me&lt;br /&gt;But keep it clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that you mean my place&lt;br /&gt;now let's take them away&lt;br /&gt;Strong as you've seen old as you be&lt;br /&gt;thats why I hold you&lt;br /&gt;you will always obey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that eye feel cap it always&lt;br /&gt;teach me to grieve and conspire&lt;br /&gt;with my age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that eye I can see&lt;br /&gt;go mystic spree&lt;br /&gt;seething routine&lt;br /&gt;I could never navigate&lt;br /&gt;maybe i like to stray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no harm it seems be less free&lt;br /&gt;Not today&lt;br /&gt;It's like you want it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that eye see peaceful life's run away from me&lt;br /&gt;Run away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like to take signs&lt;br /&gt;That's why I hold you&lt;br /&gt;and bring silence in disguise&lt;br /&gt;we would like to meet&lt;br /&gt;that's why I hold you&lt;br /&gt;that's why I hold you&lt;br /&gt;that's why I hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-4286271869212890699</id><published>2010-10-04T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T03:33:49.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Kil Moon - Church Of The Pines</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/kcO4KkrinoM/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kcO4KkrinoM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kcO4KkrinoM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Novo Single do novo álbum de Mark Kozelet e os Sun Kill Moon...&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-4286271869212890699?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/4286271869212890699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=4286271869212890699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/4286271869212890699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TKmnEfkOnKI/AAAAAAAAA9o/S-szcJ-fM4E/s1600/terra+molhada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TKmnEfkOnKI/AAAAAAAAA9o/S-szcJ-fM4E/s320/terra+molhada.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524130113581391010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chegou....o cheiro dela chegou....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chegou o perfume de terra molhada....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hummm, que delicioso cheiro!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andar sobre ela, descalça sentindo a sua frescura,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a sua suavidade, sentir a sua energia, a sua força!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chegou o tempo da terra molhada, embebecida,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nela, poças de lágrimas caidas prontas para serem chapinhadas,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;salpicadas dando aso as alegrias, aos risos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chegou o tempo de terra molhada para encantar com o seu perfume...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1055249557845335052-1051108058548826618?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/1051108058548826618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=1051108058548826618' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/1051108058548826618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/1051108058548826618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/10/terra-molhada.html' title='Terra Molhada...'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TKmnEfkOnKI/AAAAAAAAA9o/S-szcJ-fM4E/s72-c/terra+molhada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-7491859640495772445</id><published>2010-10-03T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:27:21.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAT POWER - METAL HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/iIybTlAD2Ow/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIybTlAD2Ow?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIybTlAD2Ow?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Losing the star without a sky&lt;br /&gt;Losing the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;You're losing the calling that you've been faking&lt;br /&gt;And i'm not kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damned if you don't and it's damned if you do&lt;br /&gt;Be true 'cause they'll lock you up in a sad sad zoo&lt;br /&gt;Oh hidy hidy hidy what cha tryin to prove&lt;br /&gt;By hidy hidy hiding you're not worth a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sew your fortunes on a string&lt;br /&gt;And hold them up to light&lt;br /&gt;Blue smoke will take&lt;br /&gt;A very violent flight&lt;br /&gt;And you will be changed&lt;br /&gt;And everything&lt;br /&gt;And you will be in a very sad sad zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once was lost but now i'm found was blind&lt;br /&gt;But now I see you&lt;br /&gt;How selfish of you to believe in the meaning of all the bad dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metal heart you're not hiding&lt;br /&gt;Metal heart you're not worth a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metal heart you're not hiding&lt;br /&gt;Metal heart you're not worth a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-7491859640495772445?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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class="Apple-style-span" &gt;the days you wait&lt;br /&gt;turn into years&lt;br /&gt;always wait&lt;br /&gt;helpless tears&lt;br /&gt;hopeless nights&lt;br /&gt;and all the fears&lt;br /&gt;it will always be like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give me everything you have&lt;br /&gt;hoping it will someday be enough&lt;br /&gt;to melt my heart&lt;br /&gt;to make me fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day after day&lt;br /&gt;i let you down&lt;br /&gt;promise you to change it all&lt;br /&gt;then change my mind&lt;br /&gt;and every time i promise you&lt;br /&gt;soon be fine&lt;br /&gt;it won't be like this next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tonight we play i think&lt;br /&gt;the final act&lt;br /&gt;i push too hard&lt;br /&gt;and you crack&lt;br /&gt;walk away&lt;br /&gt;don't look back&lt;br /&gt;this time you've really gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give me everything you have&lt;br /&gt;knowing it can never be enough&lt;br /&gt;my heart's too old&lt;br /&gt;too hard&lt;br /&gt;too cold&lt;br /&gt;for your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-5779862509700023227?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/5779862509700023227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=5779862509700023227' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/5779862509700023227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/5779862509700023227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TJiZzAnh9wI/AAAAAAAAA9g/X3CvAqjXd7A/s1600/001887_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TJiZzAnh9wI/AAAAAAAAA9g/X3CvAqjXd7A/s320/001887_big.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519330444960724738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;p class="TextoPequenoJustify" style="text-align: left;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="TextoPequenoJustify" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; "&gt;O ponto de partida localiza-se na Itália de meados da década de 60. Em Roma, uma família abençoada pela alegria da juventude dos seus filhos vive uma época aparentemente próspera. Matteo e Nicola são irmãos e ambos frequentam a universidade. Serão estes porventura os anos mais doces das suas vidas... e é sobretudo sobre elas que este filme se desenrola.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="TextoPequenoJustify" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; "&gt;Apesar da presença de outras vidas, que vão desde os pais à irmã mais nova, desde os dois amigos de juventude às pessoas que se envolvem sentimentalmente com eles, é verdadeiramente sobre os dois irmãos que se centra a narrativa. E, em 1966, quando tudo se inicia, Matteo e Nicola separam-se, numa estação de comboio. Aquele dia marcará o abrir de um fosso que os seguirá ao longo das suas vidas. Não mais lhes será possível a aproximação que se adivinha ter marcado os anos a que não assistimos no filme.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="TextoPequenoJustify" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; "&gt;Nicola palmilhará a Europa, e viverá na liberal e exótica Noruega. Depois, perante a catástofore das inundações de Bolonha, regressará. No cenário de devastação reencontrará Matteo que entretanto se havia alistado no Exército. Já então se nota a existência de duas margens opostas em que os irmãos se posicionaram: Nicola está com os liberais, uma juventude de esquerda vagamente classificada de intelectualista, e a sua vida imediata será marcada pelo ambiente correspodente; Nicola escolheu a via conservadora, procurou no Exército a ordem e a harmonia das regras definidas que perseguirá ao longo dos anos, ao ingressar na polícia de choque, e depois, ao seguir a carreira no corpo policial.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="TextoPequenoJustify" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="TextoPequenoJustify" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; "&gt;Estes são apenas os primeiros acordes de uma longa sinfonia que nos leva a viajar pelo tempo e espaço. Com a Itália como pano de fundo, partimos do longíquo ano de 1966 e apenas nos deteremos, seis horas depois, já no século XXI. Para trás ficam histórias de vidas cruzadas, não só as dos nossos dois amigos mas as de tantas e tantas pessoas que de uma forma ou de outra entraram nos seus mundos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="TextoPequenoJustify" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; "&gt;Trata-se portanto de um filme de época, mas com uma ambição enorme. Meter tantas pessoas e toda a sua evolução no decorrer de quarenta anos num filme de seis hora deve ter sido um desafio considerável. Mas o resultado, esse, foi claramente compensador. A eficiência com que o efeito mágico do envelhecimento actua sobre os protagonismos é chocante. O peso dos anos, das responsabilidades acrescidas e das intempéries da vida estão ali, identificam-se e a todos farão lembrar as suas próprias vidas e das que os rodeiam. Em vez de Nicola e Matteo, dos seus amigos e familiares, poderiam bem ser as pessoas importantes para cada um dos espectadores. Porque aqueles são cidadãos banais, com a sua individualidade, é certo, mas mesmo assim tão vulgares como qualquer outra pessoa que imaginemos na Roma da segunda metade do século XX.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="TextoPequenoJustify" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; "&gt;Se em alguma coisa o filme falhou foi na caracterização pictórica da Itália. Se a vida dos personagens ao longo destes quarenta anos preenche por completo o filme, talvez toda essa intensidade individual tenha retirado o espaço necessário a uma imagem igualmente bem conseguida da realidade colectiva. À medida que vamos vendo o filme, entramos na pela destes personagens. Somos adoptados por aquela família. Pensamos em cada um deles como pessoas e não como meras figuras de um filme. Mas tudo isto não permite que o espaço envolvente, a Itália, ganhe o seu espaço na película. O levantamento estudantil e as inundações de Bolonha, as Brigadas Vermelhas e o assassinato do juiz Falcone... são eventos mencionados, mas nunca passam de meros intrusos na trama cerrada em redor de pessoas bem “reais” e onde não há lugar para uma fotografia de conjunto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="TextoPequenoJustify" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; "&gt;Seja como for este filme, caso não tivesse passado a lado do grande público, teria potencial para se tornal numa marca geracional. Era eu gaiato e ouvia os ecos da emoção provocada por um outro filme que em certa medida se assemelha com este A Melhor Juventude: tratava-se da película francesa Uns e Outros. Gostaria que o filme que hoje abordamos tivesse obtido um reconhecimento semelhante junto do público, porque tal seria mais do que merecido. É um grande filme, pautado por interpretações magistrais, tornando-se num documento único sobre a vida de uma geração inteira, na qual não só os italianos que hoje contam cinquenta e tais anos se poderão rever, como todos os europeus filhos dessa época feita de convulsões e mudança. Digo-o com entusiasmo e sem ponta de exagero: este é um dos filmes da minha vida, e, tentando não perder a dignidade, imploro-vos que não o percam, pois se isso vier a suceder, nunca saberão do que na realidade abdicaram.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="TextoPequenoJustify" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ficha Técnica&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="TextoPequenoJustify" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Titulo:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;A Melhor Juventude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Título Original: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;La Meglio Gioventú&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Região&lt;em&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 2 - Portugal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duração:&lt;/strong&gt; 352&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;2003&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realizador:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Marco Tullio Giordana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Editora:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Atalanta Filmes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actores:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Luigi Lo Cascio, Alessio Boni, Adriana Asti, Fabrizio Gifuni, Maya Sansa, Jasmine Trinca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Está na minha lista de Prediléctos....aconselho a ver!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Uma História de Quarenta anos resumida em 6horas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-7058554080292283206?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/7058554080292283206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=7058554080292283206' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/7058554080292283206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/7058554080292283206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/09/melhor-juventude.html' title='A MELHOR JUVENTUDE'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TJiZzAnh9wI/AAAAAAAAA9g/X3CvAqjXd7A/s72-c/001887_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-3011295746892227350</id><published>2010-09-19T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:59:54.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Kozelek - If you want blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/8QuoHoAi9TQ/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QuoHoAi9TQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QuoHoAi9TQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;It's criminal&lt;br /&gt;there ought to be a law&lt;br /&gt;criminal&lt;br /&gt;it ought to be a whole lot more&lt;br /&gt;you get nothin' for nothin'&lt;br /&gt;baby, who can you trust?&lt;br /&gt;i got what you want&lt;br /&gt;and, baby, you got the lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want blood&lt;br /&gt;baby you got it&lt;br /&gt;if you want blood&lt;br /&gt;you got it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blood in the streets&lt;br /&gt;blood on the rocks&lt;br /&gt;blood in the gutter&lt;br /&gt;every last drop&lt;br /&gt;you want blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's animal&lt;br /&gt;livin' in a human zoo&lt;br /&gt;animal&lt;br /&gt;all the shit they toss to you&lt;br /&gt;feelin' like a prisoner&lt;br /&gt;locked in a cage&lt;br /&gt;thrown to lions&lt;br /&gt;on a second phase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want blood&lt;br /&gt;baby, you got it&lt;br /&gt;if you want blood&lt;br /&gt;you got it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blood in the sheets&lt;br /&gt;blood in the sky&lt;br /&gt;blood in the gutter&lt;br /&gt;every last drop&lt;br /&gt;you want blood&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-3011295746892227350?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/3011295746892227350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=3011295746892227350' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/3011295746892227350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/3011295746892227350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/09/mark-kozelek-if-you-want-blood.html' title='Mark Kozelek - If you want blood'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-3839238323390561592</id><published>2010-09-17T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T08:21:39.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alfred Kinsey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TJOEVPn1feI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/oNoBqFOte2I/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TJOEVPn1feI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/oNoBqFOte2I/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517899468964724194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kinsey dedicou-se à Entomologia por quase 20 anos antes de começar a investigar o comportamento sexual humano, em 1938. Entre 1948 e 1956, cerca de 20 mil norte-americanos brancos responderam à pesquisa que ele realizou no Instituto de Sociologia da Universidade de Indiana. Os resultados do primeiro estudo empírico sobre o tema foram apresentados no Relatório Kinsey, publicado em duas partes: O Comportamento Sexual do Homem (1948) e O Comportamento Sexual da Mulher (1953). O trabalho teve grande impacto nas sociedades ocidentais e contribuiu para a liberação sexual da mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um Livro a ser lido e um filme a ser visto! Adorei e fiquei admiradora deste Entomologico. É pena ter sido mal-interpretado pela sociedade daquela época! Pois atrás destes estudos, histórias de sofrimento foram desvendadas, atrocidades atrás de atrocidades foram reveladas não particularmente mas sim duma maneira geral. Tudo o que neste momento é dado a conhecer, sempre foram encobertas em nome do "bom nome" ou "socialmente correcto"....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como sempre, todos os génios são dados como loucos....Este foi mais um singularidade que marcou a época dele e conseguiu que deixasse de haver tábus entre casais e pôde dar ferramentas aos pais para que preparessem seus filhos, não só para a procura do prazer e desejo mas também para prevenção. É pena que nos dias que recorrem, o tábu ainda esteja residente, tal como a vulgaridade do sexo que cresce a cada dia. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-3839238323390561592?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/3839238323390561592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=3839238323390561592' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/3839238323390561592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/3839238323390561592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/09/alfred-kinsey.html' title='Alfred Kinsey'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TJOEVPn1feI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/oNoBqFOte2I/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-2502860916843622655</id><published>2010-09-16T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T09:59:30.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/YbQPxJ10KWs/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YbQPxJ10KWs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YbQPxJ10KWs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thought you had&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;all the answers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to rest your heart upon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;But something happens,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;don't see it coming, now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;you can't stop yourself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now you're out there swimming...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the deep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the deep. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life keeps tumbling your heart in circles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;till you... Let go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Till you shed your pride, and you climb to heaven,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;and you throw yourself off.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now you're out there spinning...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the deep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the deep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the deep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the deep. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;And now you're out there spinning...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;And now you're out there spinning...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the deep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the deep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the deep. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the silence,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;all your secrets, will&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;raise their worried heads.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, you can pin yourself back together,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;to who you thought you were.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now you're out there livin'...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the deep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the deep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the deep. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the deep...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now you're out there spinning...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now you're out there swimming...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now you're out there spinning...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the deep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the deep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the deep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the deep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&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/1055249557845335052-2502860916843622655?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/2502860916843622655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=2502860916843622655' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/2502860916843622655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/2502860916843622655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-deep.html' title='in the deep'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-5505126818947415571</id><published>2010-09-16T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:07:07.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que deste a minha Alma irei partilhar e viver!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TJHwMdsYT3I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/1ozJuOUXTog/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TJHwMdsYT3I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/1ozJuOUXTog/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517455115425435506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se parármos, fecharmos os olhos e ouvirmos a nossa voz, percebemos o que realmente nos faz feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sempre senti e acreditei que não preciso de muita coisa, a nível de material, para sentir feliz ou contente....acredito sim, que sou feliz com aquilo que recebo através da alma, dos seus olhos e das suas sensações, o resto vêm por acréscimo e esforço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Noutro dia, disseram-me que era muito sensível, não de demonstrar visivelmente, mas sim pelo facto de olhar para as coisas e sentí-las, aprecía-las, admirá-las e guardá-las em mim!....sim sou assim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sempre me disseram:" É nos pequenos promenores que tudo se revela...!". Algo que realmente é verdade...Tanto as pessoas, a natureza, a vida...tudo isto é-me revelado através da subtileza, da timidez, da discrição....E o que eu descubro???....nem as palavras conseguem transmitir na totalidade aquilo que é revelado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Noutro dia estive em diante  a ti...Olhei para as tuas formas, para as tuas cores, para a tua força, a tua grandeza....Fizeste com que te deseja-se ardentemente....querer-te pertencer! E tudo aquilo que presenciaste, tal como eu, demonstravas com a tua beleza e simplicidade, a tua dança, a tua vida....Sinto-me próxima de ti, sinto-me bem contigo, quando olho para ti e quando sinto o desejo de te pertencer, sentir a tua frescura, a tua grandeza simples!...no fundo Amo aquilo que me proporcionas por ter a pureza, a beleza, a simplicidade, a genuínidade.....Em ti consigo ter as boas sensações e sentimentos da vida...Tu implantas-me o único sentimento que é fonte de tudo...O Amor! Por mais tristeza que possa sentir, raiva, ódio, desilusão, todos aqueles que nos destrói e torna-nos vazios, deixo-os de sentir. Quando estou contigo, por ai, todos eles desvaneiam-se, transformam-se, dissolvem-se perante o meu ser e perante a tua pureza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No meu mais profundo do meu ser é perante a ti que sou Feliz, que me sinto mais perto no que acredito através dos olhos da minha Alma e ao que sou na verdade....é para ti que quero voar e sentir-me como um todo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perante a ti, todas as tristezas, todas as dificuldades tornam-se leves porque mostras aquele lado que quase ninguém se apercebe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ensinaste-me há muito a viver a boa energia que existe em ti e partilhá-la contigo e com aqueles que entram na minha vida!.....Contigo estou a despertar o meu ser e tudo aquilo que ele sente e é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Diante de ti, eu posso fundir-me com ele e ambos podemos apreciar e saborear tudo o que este mundo tem....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo o que deste e darás à minha Alma irei partilhar e viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-5505126818947415571?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/5505126818947415571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=5505126818947415571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/5505126818947415571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/5505126818947415571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-que-deste-minha-alma-irei-partilhar-e.html' title='O que deste a minha Alma irei partilhar e viver!'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TJHwMdsYT3I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/1ozJuOUXTog/s72-c/DSC_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-5673120969828838575</id><published>2010-08-30T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T03:58:15.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De Baixo para Cima...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/THvhIEscx2I/AAAAAAAAA9I/qfFmCH1CtSI/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/THvhIEscx2I/AAAAAAAAA9I/qfFmCH1CtSI/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511246097833314146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por muito queiramos ignorar, chegamos a um ponto e quebramos....mas quebrar a sério!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quebramos porque adiamos aquilo que não se deve adiar e sim explusar...admitindo, aceitando e libertando....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sei que desde o dia em que nasci, nada é ao acaso...as coincidências existem mas como factos de que as coisas acontecem com o seu verdadeiro sentido, mesmo sendo de uma compreensão irracional. Não é ao acaso que nasci sobre o signo de Escorpião e Aquário. Escorpião por estar ligado á morte como o Renascer. O Aquário por ser calmo, idealista mas independente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aos poucos estou a recuperar coisas que estavam adormecidas na minha memória e as quais foram reactivadas através de músicas, lugares, cenários, situações e pessoas. Isso aconteceu nestas férias, quando estive fora da minha querida cidade, aquela que me viu nascer e crescer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Em viagem, simplesmente fechei meus olhos e voltei atrás no tempo. E vi a menina que era...uma maria-rapaz(como me chamavam), alegre, gozona, aventureira, simpática por quem passa, calma e sempre com uma enorme vontade de rir e sorrir para o dia, para a natureza..inspirar funde e sentir a pureza e a simplicidade da vida! Isso deu-me uma paz e alívio no meu coração...então decidi deixar entrar essa menina de volta! Afinal porque é que os adultos deixam de ter certas qualidades que tinham em criança??...para se tornarem Adultos??....acho que tornam-se mais velhos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;É engraçado, por vezes sinto que já vivi tanta coisa, (exemplos são alguns dejá vu que tenho de vez enquando), que sinto que cai num lugar em qual que já não reconheço.... é por isso, talvez que sinta que serei um ser de outro planeta. Quando falo nisto, por vezes não são coisas directas a mim mas sim entre aqueles que co-habitam entre eles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sinto que só têm um único objectivo, ou só acham que devem viver só esse objectivo, sinto que muitos só acham o seu equílibrio tem alguém ao lado e têm uma vida convencional, mas por vezes não é verdade.... A vida tem tanta coisa a oferecer...o equilibrio do ser está em tanta coisa que se resume naquilo que realmente preencha uma pessoa, em vez de uma pessoa, serem várias; em vez de uma viagem pode ser uma boa caminhada por um sitio simples e bonito....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Uma das coisas que me dá equílibrio, é quando oiço uma música, que para mim é divinal e quando a oiço reporto-me para um tempo passado e longuínquo, em que sou uma criança pobre e estou a brinca com outras crianças e de repente chega à nossa beira um homem alto, sorridente, bondoso e nós com uma felicidade imensa corremos a querer brincar com ele e ele dança connosco, faz festas....isto numa manhã de sol radiante....Basta eu fechar os olhos e tendo essa imagem, cresce uma paz, uma alegria em mim....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sei que vou recuperar aquilo que tenho em mim....porque simplesmente.....Amo a Vida! E não vou perder a oportunidade de vivê-la....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-5673120969828838575?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/5673120969828838575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=5673120969828838575' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/5673120969828838575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/5673120969828838575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/08/de-baixo-para-cima.html' title='De Baixo para Cima...'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/THvhIEscx2I/AAAAAAAAA9I/qfFmCH1CtSI/s72-c/DSC_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-3717505515164240991</id><published>2010-08-25T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:15:06.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino, pé-ante-pé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/THVkm2g0NlI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Wf-8r0nHlfw/s1600/93463947%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/THVkm2g0NlI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Wf-8r0nHlfw/s320/93463947%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509420337788630610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nascemos e logo está destinado a vivermos inumeras experiências, vivências e muitas vêm por acréscimo. Começamos a andar sobre uma linha a qual nós daramos uma direcção. Uma linha na qual nos fará crescer interiormente. Temos uma essência, melhor somos uma essência a qual vêm crescer e engrandecer nessa mesma linha....pé ante pé!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Destino é feito através do que sentimos, dos actos, dos desejos que vêm do nosso interior, mas....existe coisas que realmente são nos destinadas mas que por vezes temos que escolher, sim porque existe essa possibilidade, a do livre árbitro....temos que escolher devido ao facto de sabermos ou não se temos capacidade de equilibrar e de entender coisas que se vêm com os olhos da alma.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A minha essência reside na simplicidade. Materialmente não sou ambiciosa, tenho e vou tento aquilo que realmente sei que me faz falta e me faz feliz. Espiritualmente, alimento a minha alma com a simplicidade que a vida me proporciona e daquilo que vejo e aprecio. Cada vez mais afasto-me deste planeta, pois só vejo pessoas escravas do material e aquilo que é importante ignoram ou mesmo desprezam! Uma das minhas simplicidades é um gesto tão inocente e tão sensorial, e o qual já não o faço há muito tempo....o simples facto de colocar a minha mão numa saca de feijão e sentir a suavidade, a frescura que habita naquela saca. algo que me faz evadir-me para uma outra dimensão...a dimensão dos sentidos...como este há muito mais...!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Procuro o meu equílibrio, não nas pessoas ou estar rodeada das pessoas que me são vida... e sim naquilo que a vida me dá, o que este planeta me dá...ouvir aquilo que eles têm a dizer-me ou contar. Gostaria de ir a sitios e partilhar as sensações que poderão sentir com as pessoas certas, mas....quando não se é boa companhia, não se é!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou calada....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simplesmente observo e absovo aquilo que quero!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho um destino, não posso negá-lo e nem desprezá-lo e tenho que aceitá-lo....está ai uma palavra difícil de ter no vocabulário de muitas pessoas, como o Perdoar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neste momento, estou no meu casúlo e vou equílibrar-me nas coisas que me fazem bem, naquilo que sempre acreditei...na simplicidade da vida e apreciá-la e o que virá será por acréscimo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vou ficar sem palavras e só sentir a energia que a vida tem e que me irá dar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-3717505515164240991?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/3717505515164240991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=3717505515164240991' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/3717505515164240991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/3717505515164240991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/08/destino-pe-ante-pe.html' title='Destino, pé-ante-pé'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/THVkm2g0NlI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Wf-8r0nHlfw/s72-c/93463947%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-6965503292832362814</id><published>2010-08-19T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T06:55:28.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/J4qMUmWA20A/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4qMUmWA20A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4qMUmWA20A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Take a look at my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Look at my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There's so much here that I don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your face-saving promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Whispered like prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't need them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Because I've been treated so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've been treated so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As if I'm becoming untouchable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, content loves the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It thrives in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;With fine winding tendrils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That strangle the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They say that promises sweeten the blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I don't need them, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't need them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've been treated so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've been treated so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As if I'm becoming untouchable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm the slow dying flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the frost killing hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sweet turning sour anduntouchable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, I need the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The sweetness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, I need this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I need a lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A kiss good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Angel sweet love of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, I need this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm the slow dying flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the frost killing hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sweet turning sour anduntouchable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you remember the way that you touched me before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your face saying promised whispered like prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't need them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, I need the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The sweetness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, I need this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I need a lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A kiss good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Angel sweet love of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, I need this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well is it dark enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can you see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you want me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can you reach me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, I'm leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You better shut your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And hold your breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And kiss me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And catch your death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, I need this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, I need this&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/1055249557845335052-6965503292832362814?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/6965503292832362814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=6965503292832362814' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/6965503292832362814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/6965503292832362814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-skin.html' title='My Skin'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-83825221279507536</id><published>2010-08-17T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T03:49:58.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha chave!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TGpojF6orpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/gKUXeGjdqmQ/s1600/David%2BLigeiro%2BAlmas%2Bg%C3%AAmeas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TGpojF6orpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/gKUXeGjdqmQ/s320/David%2BLigeiro%2BAlmas%2Bg%C3%AAmeas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506328446506675858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"A chave para resolveres os teus problemas é reclamares o teu próprio poder, tendo consciência de que és um ser único no Universo e que deverás seguir o teu propósito de vida e a tua missão, apelando ao poder autónomo da tua consciência espiritual e de ser estelar...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tenho consciência do ser que sou. Tenho consciência do meu Propósito de Vida e Missão e tenho consciência do meu próprio Poder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Neste Momento, o meu ser encontra-se desfragmentado, em cinzas! Ardeu e está em cinzas. Se irá renascer??....sempre, mas por agora acolhe-se nas suas próprias cinzas para nascer de novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Renascerei, porque o meu Poder reside na Pureza e verdade de uma criança e esse poder é algo que nunca acaba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-83825221279507536?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/83825221279507536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=83825221279507536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/83825221279507536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/83825221279507536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/08/minha-chave.html' title='A minha chave!'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TGpojF6orpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/gKUXeGjdqmQ/s72-c/David%2BLigeiro%2BAlmas%2Bg%C3%AAmeas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-168902308190375110</id><published>2010-08-15T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T16:32:31.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porto de Abrigo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TGh31c0Cp9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/WIn6OCSwaBY/s1600/solidao%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TGh31c0Cp9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/WIn6OCSwaBY/s320/solidao%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505782304611674066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É certo que todos precisamos de um Porto de Abrigo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um Porto de Abrigo, no qual podemos encontrar equílibrio quando não o temos, onde nos sentimos acolhidos, onde vamos buscar forças quando as necessitamos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É claro que esse Porto de Abrigo não é só para quando sentimo-nos impotentes perante alguma dificuldade e sim para os Altos e Baixos da vida! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sou Apologista que quando temos problemas não nos devemos ajoelhar e aceitar e sim aceitar e desconstruir o problema e pensar nas possibilidade e se possível enfrentá-los com um sorriso de vencedor e não de vencido. Não me queixo da vida ou dos problemas que atingem muitas pessoas mas também não nego a minha preocupação. Tento tirar o bom ods coisas más...uma maneira de desvalorizar o valor excessivo do problema....Mas neste momento, sinto-me desgastada, saturada de ter que sorrir e dizer palavras com centimento de força e de confiança...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na semana Passada, aconteceu-me algo que não sentia à muito tempo....meu ser desarmou-se por minutos em duas situações. Na primeira, encontrava-me com alguém o qual sinto toda a cumplidade e intimidade. Naquele dia, sentia-me...absorvida pelo o vazio e o qual queria fugir. Essa Pessoa fez com que eu chorasse...abraçou-me, abracei e comecei a esvaziar, comecei a sentir desfalecer, tanto que tive que afastar e deitar-me na cama...sentia as pernas a quererem ceder....deitei-me a chorar....as lágrimas queriam e saiam....procurei a mão e peguei nela como fosse um elo para não evadir-me por completo não quis largar....de repente senti o corpo sobre o meu...acolhia-me, senti molhado em minha pêle...aquela gota que escorria parecia querer lavar minha pêle....lavar aquela pelicula que me cobre e não me deixa sentir....senti o meu ser acolhido, a senti o tal calorzinho....eternizei aquele momento, não havia tempo nem espaço....só aquele momento, aquela energia, aquele sentir!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outro momento foi quando estava no meu local de trabalho, deparei-me com um olhar doce de uma menina, a qual se aproximou e esticou os braços para me agaichar e dar-me um beijo e assim o fiz, agaichei-me e aproximei meu rosto, ela deu-me um beijo na face e eu dei um na face dela, logo a seguir abraçou-me....falamos imaginativamente e no fim ela disse que tinha que ir embora, disse-lhe que pena. Então ela abraçou-me pela cintura e eu abracei-a de modo a entregar-me àquele momento de ternura e não querer largá-la....e lá senti de novo o calor de aconchego.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dizem-me que posso estar a precisar de alguém ao lado para sentir esse equílibrio....respeito as opiniões, mas ter alguém que não se baseie numa relação amorosa....sim, pois não consigo dar-me por total a ninguém. A únicas coisas que posso ser é ser Companheira e Amiga! Sinto-me demasiada frágil para deixar que o meu ser confunda sentimentos....sentir uma coisa que mais tarde possa se tornar outra! Não brinco com os sentimentos..chamam-me racíonal!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinceramente não me preocupo nesse campo...tudo acontece a seu tempo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neste momento, interessa-me orientar-me, equilibrar-me, desbloquear aquilo que não consigo desbloquear....e ser aquilo que está destinado a ser!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei que terei a pessoa que será o meu porto de abrigo....mas o momento ainda não chegou! As coisas têm a sua leitura e a sua naturalidade para acontecer! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na vida, o Porto de Abrigo pode ser tanta coisa que se junta e que faz revitalizar as nossas forças! A vida tem tanta coisa para ser experienciada, vivida, aprecida.... mas muitos acham que é o convencional que se deve viver....e depois é o que se vê!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estes dois momentos vividos, sentidos, valorizados serão eternizados em meu ser, fixá-los no tempo intemporal! Pois senti o que não sentia, Acolhida! Dois momentos de Puro Amor! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-168902308190375110?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/168902308190375110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=168902308190375110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/168902308190375110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/168902308190375110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/08/porto-de-abrigo.html' title='Porto de Abrigo....'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TGh31c0Cp9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/WIn6OCSwaBY/s72-c/solidao%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-8841391629523395757</id><published>2010-08-10T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T03:00:42.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundo do profundo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TGEi7rqNJRI/AAAAAAAAA8g/87hMo5QPHoc/s1600/abismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TGEi7rqNJRI/AAAAAAAAA8g/87hMo5QPHoc/s320/abismo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503718628350829842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Em miúda a primeira coisa que fazia quando acordava, era sorrir. Sei que acordava e sorria porque sentia a vida. Diziam quando era bem pequena (e é algo que me lembro), e quando avistava alguém longe e que me era conhecido ou falava com a minha mãe, sorria1 Sorria porque sentia-me feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Neste momento, essa criança está aqui dentro mas adormecida. Neste momento sinto que um vazio apoderou-se de mim já um tempo. Sinto-o colar-se à minha pêle e tornar-se nela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sei que agora bati fundo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma grande parte de mim está descrente, em sonhos, em valores....passam-me as coisas mais hediondas pelo meus coração e pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sempre tive sonhos, em que de uma maneira cómica mas que no fundo tinha o seu fundamento, a sua verdade de concretização, partilhava e a resposta era de chamarem sonhadora...ou seja, descrença em mim, embora eu sempre contraria-se....mas agora.....descrente em mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Já há um bom tempo que venho a ser uma espectadora, como o seth do filme a "Cidade dos Anjos", simplesmente fica a observar as pessoas, o comportamentos....e com a curiosidade de sentir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sim...sentir, as pessoas não sabem a sorte que têm. Presentemente, o que sinto fica comigo, está em meu ser e não consigo soltar através do meu corpo. Sinto-me suja, imunda. Sinto que meu corpo se tornou uma vitrine. Sei que me tocam acolhedoramente, mas não consigo sentir aquele calorzinho....que saudades desse calorzinho que me fazem sentir humana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quantos momentos eu desejei e aconteceram com pessoas que me diziam tanto, inclusive por quem sentia e sinto um enorme carinho, e não consegui apreciar nem saborear porque não senti esse calorzinho, que nos faças desarmar as defesas, que nos acolhe o ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desejei pessoas e desejo-as mas não de forma carnal e sim de uma forma carinhosa, afável, confidente, cumplicidade...! Mas sinto-as fora do meu alcance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As Pessoas não sabem a sorte de se apaixonarem, mesmo que um dia acabe....mas ao menos sentiram, sentiram a pessoa, o sentimento, o toque...não sabem o que é apaixonarem-se por alguém que sabem que não irão sentir como querem por esta ser inacessível. Um apaixonar para além do fisico, um apaixonar profundo pelo ser, a essência! E isso eu sei como é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bati no fundo...não consigo ver a frincha para sair do nevoeiro, para me soltar dele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sinto que cada vez mais não pertenço aqui, não me identifico. Sinto me um extra-terrestre! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu Amo a vida mas neste momento o negativo e o desamor pela vida, que vejo por quem se cruza comigo, colam-se ao meu corpo. Sinto-me saturada, sem forças para lutar, para tomar a minha decisão...por agora vou refugiar-me em mim. Sei que tenho que limpar essa sujeira que há em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Apesar de assim estar, encontro músicas, em que os seus poemas descrevem coisas que acredito e me identificam...e uma delas é fixar momentos no tempo, tornando-os intemporais, eternos, fazendo com que eu consiga sentir algo em mim, estar mais próxima deste mundo e das pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Deixo aqui uma citação de uma música:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(84, 85, 89); line-height: 18px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Adeus&lt;br /&gt;Nao afastes os teus olhos dos meus&lt;br /&gt;Isolar para sempre este tempo&lt;br /&gt;É tudo o que tenho para dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordas&lt;br /&gt;Porque quem chamas tu?&lt;br /&gt;Vou esperar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou conseguir fixar&lt;br /&gt;O teu ar&lt;br /&gt;A tua surpresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(84, 85, 89); line-height: 18px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#545559;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#545559;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Neste momento bati no fundo....não há motivos, estes desaparecerem, só ficou o sentimento....o Vazio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-8841391629523395757?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/8841391629523395757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=8841391629523395757' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8841391629523395757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8841391629523395757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/08/fundo-do-profundo.html' title='Fundo do profundo...'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TGEi7rqNJRI/AAAAAAAAA8g/87hMo5QPHoc/s72-c/abismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-1041408039350949893</id><published>2010-08-04T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:02:14.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choro Silencioso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TFnM7s8i8wI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/-TUS-cu7fRQ/s1600/solid%C3%A3o3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TFnM7s8i8wI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/-TUS-cu7fRQ/s320/solid%C3%A3o3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501653745859228418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quantas vezes no nosso coração chora sem lágrimas e em silêncio??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E se chora é porque se sente perdido em tal vazio e tenta gritar o mais lato possível para que algo venha a seu socorro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hoje foi um desses dias! Quando acordei de madrugada e senti o meu coração a gritar...senti lágrimas a escorrerem e o escuro do quarto cada vez maior....pouco dormir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando acordei logo de manhã, senti um aperto como me estivessem a esmagar o peito, o coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quanto mais vejo, quanto mais oiço...menos me encanto, mais me reguardo! Mais cresce a improbabilidade de soltar o que está em mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vejo acções, oiço palavras as quais eu creio mas as quais são cometidas e ditas por quem não crê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já há muito que meu coração vem a chorar em silêncio e a sangrar, por sentir desilusão e pena pelo que é desperdiçado....O Sentimento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já há muito que meu coração Ama um Amor Universal! Mas chora quando esse Amor é desperdiçado, por ser arrastado para um vazio. Não o meu, é claro, mas dos mortais sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pergunto se será tão difícil Amar??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Como complicar algo que é tão simples??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já senti paixão, já senti atracção...e se sinto! Por quem?? Por quem me encanta, encanta minha essência... por quem não seja definido por um corpo mas sim pelo que está dentro desse corpo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As palavras não Amam mas o Olhos sim, a Essência sim! Um Exemplo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando dormimos á beira de alguém que nos encanta, a última coisa que os nossos olhos vêem antes de se fecharem é quem ali e Amam para fixar e guardar aquele momento na memória e no coração...E nem imaginam o quanto é tão bom sentir esse sentimento através do descobrir, admirar, do encantar...Ainda hoje consigo reviver esses momentos, esse sentimento vividos com pessoas as quais apaixonei-me sem me importar com a sua idade e sexo, porque fixei-os e eternizei-os em mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Choro Silenciosamente porque sei que não há ninguém que acredite no que estou a dizer! Pois o sofrer, mágoa, rancôr, desilusão....cega os olhos da Alma! E eu prefiro acreditar e crer piamente no que sinto dentro de mim por ser algo puro e Grandioso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os meus Olhos da Alma Amam.....e isso não vou negar mesmo sofrendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sou assim...a minha essência é assim, a minha natureza é assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Silencioso'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TFnM7s8i8wI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/-TUS-cu7fRQ/s72-c/solid%C3%A3o3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-936885414624306032</id><published>2010-08-02T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T05:10:58.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigur Ros - Viorar Vel Til Loftarasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/34ZtT4Th9Ys/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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afastes os teus olhos dos meus</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/2GXoUjaNgb8/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2GXoUjaNgb8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2GXoUjaNgb8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando dormes&lt;br /&gt;E te esqueces&lt;br /&gt;O que ves&lt;br /&gt;Tu quem és&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu voltar&lt;br /&gt;O que vais dizer?&lt;br /&gt;Vou sentar no meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus&lt;br /&gt;Nao afastes os teus olhos dos meus&lt;br /&gt;Isolar para sempre este tempo&lt;br /&gt;É tudo o que tenho para dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordas&lt;br /&gt;Porque quem chamas tu?&lt;br /&gt;Vou esperar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou conseguir fixar&lt;br /&gt;O teu ar&lt;br /&gt;A tua surpresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus&lt;br /&gt;Não afastes os teus olhos dos meus&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou agarrar este tempo&lt;br /&gt;E nunca mais largar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus&lt;br /&gt;Não afastes os teus braços dos meus&lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar para sempre neste tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou, vou conseguir para-lo&lt;br /&gt;Vou conseguir para-lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou conseguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus&lt;br /&gt;Não afastes os teus olhos dos meus&lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar para sempre neste tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou conseguir para-lo&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou conseguir guarda-lo&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou conseguir ficar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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meus'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-8725640542551881798</id><published>2010-07-29T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T06:56:50.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Fonseca - "Someone That Cannot Love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/KONQcrU9LnI/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KONQcrU9LnI&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KONQcrU9LnI&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You lodge your heart&lt;br /&gt;You wake up with tears and stars in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You gave it all to someone that cannot love you back&lt;br /&gt;Your days are passed&lt;br /&gt;With wishes and hopes for the love that you've got&lt;br /&gt;You wasted it all to someone that cannot love you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone that cannot love, love&lt;br /&gt;Ain't this enough?&lt;br /&gt;You push yourself down&lt;br /&gt;You try to take comfort in words, but words&lt;br /&gt;They cannot love&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste them like that&lt;br /&gt;'cause they'll bruise you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You secretly made&lt;br /&gt;Castles of sand that you hide in the shame&lt;br /&gt;But you cannot hold tides that break down&lt;br /&gt;And you're building them all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You talk all this words&lt;br /&gt;You make conversations that cannot be heard&lt;br /&gt;How long until you notice that&lt;br /&gt;No one is answering back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone that cannot love, love&lt;br /&gt;Ain't this enough?&lt;br /&gt;You push yourself down&lt;br /&gt;You try to take comfort in words, but words&lt;br /&gt;They cannot love&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste them like that&lt;br /&gt;'cause they'll bruise you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love, love&lt;br /&gt;Ain't this enough?&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing around&lt;br /&gt;You try to take comfort in words, but words&lt;br /&gt;They cannot love&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste them like that&lt;br /&gt;'cause they'll bruise you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone that cannot love&lt;br /&gt;Someone that cannot love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone that cannot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; love, love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ain't this enough?&lt;br /&gt;You push yourself down&lt;br /&gt;You try to take comfort in words, but words&lt;br /&gt;They cannot love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't waste them like that&lt;br /&gt;'cause they'll bruise you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love, love&lt;br /&gt;Ain't this enough?&lt;br /&gt;Pushing around&lt;br /&gt;To find little comfort in words, but words&lt;br /&gt;They cannot love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't waste them like that&lt;br /&gt;'cause they'll bruise you more&lt;br /&gt;Well they'll bruise you more&lt;br /&gt;Words, they'll hurt you more&lt;br /&gt;Words they'll hurt you more&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they'll hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone that cannot love&lt;br /&gt;Someone that cannot love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-8725640542551881798?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/8725640542551881798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=8725640542551881798' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Shameless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TFDQRVi5HjI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZB08lUUPpuA/s1600/my-shame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TFDQRVi5HjI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZB08lUUPpuA/s320/my-shame.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499124141279223346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será que devo envergonhar-me do que sinto por ti??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nem sei se vives cá....onde me encontro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aqui, pessoas confundem o sexo com o preencher do vazio....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas eu não uso sexo para preencher algo que te aguarda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quero Sentir-te,sim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quero Amar-te, sim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quero estar em teus braços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quero-te nos meus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quero-te Beijar e sentir o Tango nas nossas linguas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quero-te morder para saborear bem a tua carne...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quero que me mordas para ficar marcada por ti....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sentir teus dentes a marcarem a minha pêle, a minha carne...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quero entregar meu corpo, meu ser a ti....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Faz o que quiseres....desde que te sinta, sinta o teu prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a invadir o meu ser....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não quero ter vergonha de sentir o que sinto por ti....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não quero ter vergonha em te demonstrar o que sinto por ti....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nunca senti isto por ninguém...não me envergonho se não....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se não saber ao certo o que é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será Tesão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será Sexo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será Atracção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será Desejo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ou será..... simplesmente uma entrega sem limites??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entras na minha mente, no meu campo de visão e parto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;parece que vou para outro lado em que sinto a tua presença e....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;entregamo-nos, fazemos tudo o que nos apetece vezes sem conta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;até à exaustão, em que estou em teus braços  e tu nos meus....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será que devo Envergonhar-me do que sinto em mim??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e não usá-lo mesmo sem ti??...por ser para ti??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gostaria de usá-lo para quem me atraisse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será que devia envergonhar-me em ser escrava para Te Amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Escrava para Te Desejar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Escrava para Me Teres....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será que devo envergonhar-me por não te ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Envergonhar-me por não te sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Envergonhar-me por não te saborear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Envergonhar-me por não te cheirar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aqui, Aqui, Aqui......AQUIIII, Sempre Aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não quero Envergonhar-me....e sim viver o que sinto em mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Shameless...'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TFDQRVi5HjI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZB08lUUPpuA/s72-c/my-shame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-1722446405925265047</id><published>2010-07-19T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T08:19:47.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras...Para que vos quero??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TERsHQEpnoI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ROuvCEaFUiw/s1600/nu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TERsHQEpnoI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ROuvCEaFUiw/s320/nu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495636317128203906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Palavras....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Para que vos quero??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Palavras....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Para descrever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Para dar sentido... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;...aquilo que não se vê com os olhos??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Palavras....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Para que vos quero??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quanto mais vejo, menos quero saber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Palavras....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Para que vos quero??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Só tenho duas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Desilusão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E Esperança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Desilusão, pelos actos cometido são....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;contra aquilo que se vê com os Olhos da Alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esperança, de uma mudança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ver com os Olhos da Alma e não com os Olhos do Rosto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Para que vos quero??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Convosco não posso párar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Párar o Sangue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Párar a Dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sou invisível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não posso párar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Párar o Pensamento Negro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Párar o Não-Sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não existo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Para que vos quero??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando posso ser transcendental....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;através das minha memórias....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Criadas pelos meus Pensamentos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Meus Desejos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Meus Sentimentos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ainda presos pelos Olhos do Rosto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Para que vos quero??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não sei, já não sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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quero??'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TERsHQEpnoI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ROuvCEaFUiw/s72-c/nu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-8603850823983471168</id><published>2010-07-14T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T03:37:36.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groove Armada feat Bryan Ferry-Shameless</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nK-rmdHtiX0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's all I want to hear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why am I so blind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And the way we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fatefully entwined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In a shameless world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rock 'n roll desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;All the things you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In a single word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Famously inspired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Privately absurd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And the way we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fatefully entwined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In a shameless world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rock 'n roll desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And the days go by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Morning noon and night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Permanently wired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To the simple life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And the way we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fatefully entwined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In a shameless world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rock 'n roll desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8603850823983471168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/8603850823983471168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/07/groove-armada-feat-bryan-ferry.html' title='Groove Armada feat Bryan Ferry-Shameless'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-5177274346327220222</id><published>2010-07-11T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T06:31:24.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groove Armada - I Won't Kneel (official, full-length)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I, I long, to be beside of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was wrong, to tell you what I knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know I'm a victim of my pride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I belong, to all that I've been through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I drove for miles in a city trance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I came to ask for a second chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But I won't dance, no I won't dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I came for miles on a broken wheel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I came to see whether love can heal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But I won't kneel, no I won't kneel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cos I can't bend, can't hold, can't lend, can't fold, can't lose, won't cry, can't choose, cos I know why I... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I, I want, to always be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What's wrong, to tell you what I knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cos I know, I know I'm a slave to lonely pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I belong to all that I've been through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I drove for miles in a city trance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I came to ask for a second chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But I won't dance, no I won't dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I came for miles on a broken wheel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I came to see whether love can heal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But I won't kneel, no I won't kneel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cos I get close, and get scared, and this grows in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Won't you give me something, something to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Won't you give me something, something to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Something to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/te800CeEjBM/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/te800CeEjBM&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param 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Nothing Compares 2 u live</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's been seven hours and fifteen days &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Since you took your love away &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I go out every night and sleep all day &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Since you took your love away &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Since you been gone I can do whatever I want &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can see whomever I choose &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But nothing ... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I said nothing can take away these blues, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Cause nothing compares ... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing compares to you &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's been so lonely without you here &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like a bird without a song &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tell me baby where did I go wrong? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I could put my arms around every boy I see &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But they'd only remind me of you &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;went to the doctor guess what he told me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guess what he told me? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He said, girl, you better have fun &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No matter what you do &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But he's a fool ... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Cause nothing compares ... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing compares to you ... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All the flowers that you planted, mama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the back yard &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All died when you went away &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I'm willing to give it another try &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Cause nothing compares ... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing compares to you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/e_fPS0HwjJc/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_fPS0HwjJc&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um dos meus filmes preferidos devido ao conceito....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Umas das músicas de uma das minhas cantoras preferidas....Lisa Gerrard!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/MdWITEqG9HE/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MdWITEqG9HE&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MdWITEqG9HE&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" 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x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;CAN’T STOP THE HURT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;CAN’T STOP THE BLEEDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I AM INVISIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;CAN’T STOP THE THOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;NOR THE FEELING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I DON’T EXIST AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BUT WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;DO YOU FEEL THE SAME WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;THAT WE’RE TRAPPED IN TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;WE’RE BOTH LIVING A LIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I LIVE IN A TOWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;OF MY OWN CREATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I’M INDIVISIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;FROM THE THOUGHTS THAT MAKE UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ALL MY MEMORIES……. TRANSCENDENTAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BUT WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;DO YOU FEEL THE SAME WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;THAT WE’RE TRAPPED IN TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;WE’RE BOTH LIVING A LIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MANY DAYS HAVE COME AND GONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SINCE THE DAY I WAS BORN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;NOW THE AUTUMN OF LIFE HAS FINALLY COME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;WITH THE PROMISE OF WINTER THORNS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/FoQauYMEVNs/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FoQauYMEVNs&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FoQauYMEVNs&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" 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href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/07/brendan-perry-wintersun.html' title='Brendan Perry - Wintersun'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-9071578073631850448</id><published>2010-07-08T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T06:23:47.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brendan Perry - Inferno  ( from the new album Ark )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I watch the TV, it is my world&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Takes my mind beyond these walls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The more I see the less I care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;For all the people out there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In my room, I see war&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In my room, love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In my room, visions from hell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In my room, joy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like to watch as the newsreel unfolds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like to watch from behind glass walls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The more I see the less I care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;For all the people down there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In my room, I see war&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In my room, love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In my room, visions from hell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;In my room, joy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I may be alone inside to see you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Memories are born of fire to see you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can’t make it love and I can’t ever sombre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Memories fall out of desires&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I may be long so I maybe a reason&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take it away from hurt and make it a hero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can’t make it love and I can’t ever sombre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Memories fall out of desires&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes I just don’t feel myself at all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes I don’t feel anything at all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/roCWRM1gRTU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/roCWRM1gRTU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/roCWRM1gRTU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" 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href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/07/brendan-perry-inferno-from-new-album.html' title='Brendan Perry - Inferno  ( from the new album Ark )'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-6952480893983457816</id><published>2010-07-08T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T03:56:20.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Isaak - Somebody's Crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/aIhFMe1jZm8/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aIhFMe1jZm8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aIhFMe1jZm8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know somebody and they cry for you.&lt;br /&gt;They lie awake at night and dream of you.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you never even know they do, but somebody's crying.&lt;br /&gt;I know somebody and they called your name.&lt;br /&gt;A million times and still you never came.&lt;br /&gt;They go on loving you just the same, I know that somebody's trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, return the love you took from me.&lt;br /&gt;Or please, let me know if it can't be me, I know when,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's lieing, I know when somebody's lieing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Guitar Solo )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that somebody's lieing, I know that somebody's lieing.&lt;br /&gt;Give me a sign and let me know we're through.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't love me like I love you.&lt;br /&gt;But if you cry at night the way I do I'll know that somebody's lieing.&lt;br /&gt;So please, return the love you took from me.&lt;br /&gt;Or please, let me know if it can't be me.&lt;br /&gt;I know when somebody's lieing, I know when somebody's lieing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh I, oh I...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-6952480893983457816?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/6952480893983457816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=6952480893983457816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/6952480893983457816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/6952480893983457816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/07/chris-isaak-somebodys-crying.html' title='Chris Isaak - Somebody&apos;s Crying'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-2373013353469576865</id><published>2010-07-05T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T08:17:23.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debaixo de Água!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TDHzF74_fWI/AAAAAAAAA74/tWWuDaopa28/s1600/debaixo+de+agua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TDHzF74_fWI/AAAAAAAAA74/tWWuDaopa28/s320/debaixo+de+agua.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490436704042974562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apetece-me estar debaixo de água....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ter o meu corpo todo desnudo debaixo de água....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;excepto a minha cabeça, o meu rosto.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gostaria de ver a minha expressão no momento em que mergulho e começo a sentir a água a cobrir meu rosto....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dizem que quando estamos perante um momento de agonia, tudo o que se viveu vem á memória...tudo o que se viveu vê-se durante segundos....e ai qual será a nossa expressão??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neste momento quero entregar-me á água, nela, dentro dela, quero soltar tudo o que está cá dentro. Quero soltar e ver a minha expressão quando estou a libertar....é simples, basta fotografar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desejo ouvir a sua voz...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desejo que ela me acalme....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desejo estar bem onde não estou....lá debaixo de água!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desejo entregar-me por momentos e explodir em pequenos átomos para pertencer-lhe....sim, por momentos deixar este corpo e pertencer a algo grandioso, poderoso mas que ao mesmo tempo sereno e acolhedor!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poderão dizer que maluca, insensata...pois eu sei, sei que com este desejo estou a sê-lo pois algo poderá correr como não deve! Mas preciso de soltar o que está em mim....preencher o vazio! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sim, o vazio esgota-me...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sim, o vazio rouba-me....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sim, o vazio fragiliza-me....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sim, o vazio torna-me descrente de tudo e todos....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O vazio tem que ser solto e preenchido  com a harmonia de algo puro e transparente....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;....a Água...!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque não deixar-me dominar por momentos pela água. Deitar-me e pertencer-lhe por uns segundos??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Será uma entrega e ao mesmo tempo o conhecer de um limite e um libertar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-2373013353469576865?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/2373013353469576865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=2373013353469576865' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/2373013353469576865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/2373013353469576865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/07/debaixo-de-agua.html' title='Debaixo de Água!'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TDHzF74_fWI/AAAAAAAAA74/tWWuDaopa28/s72-c/debaixo+de+agua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-2368535454541619272</id><published>2010-07-02T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T08:15:56.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ir ao teu encontro....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TC4B7ruml2I/AAAAAAAAA7w/6Jo4rRx0Vmg/s1600/imagem_bebes_de_marzipan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TC4B7ruml2I/AAAAAAAAA7w/6Jo4rRx0Vmg/s320/imagem_bebes_de_marzipan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489327120673314658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Olá....vim até ti!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Olá, ainda bem o que vieste....teus olhos não me mentem...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Sim, preciso de ti....do teu aconchego....das tuas palavras que me aqueçam....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Então aproxima-te e vem aqui á minha beira.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Desculpa-me por estar-te a pedir isto....não consigo estar lá em baixo a 100%. O corpo está lá mas eu não....só tenho uma única palavra: Negro!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Como assim??....sabes que tens tantas cores em ti!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Mas neste momento esta ganha terreno....invade o meu peito, a minha mente....não o negro de raiva, ou de ódio, ou de maldade, mas aquele defino como o pior....o de desilusão! Aquele que me deixa estática, que esvazia o meu pensamento, que suga os meus outros sentimentos...só me apetece fechar-me numa sala cheia de tintas e com uma enorme parede e tentar expulsar este negro....mas nunca estou só!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Percebo....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Estou a contar-te isto, mas nem me apetece dar nome as coisas, definí-las com palavras....não consigo dizer nada sobre alguma coisa........não quero saber...viver na ignorância do que me rodeia.....eu não quero cair neste buraco branco ou negro, cheio ou vazio.....se permito, perco o mais importante: aquilo que me foi dado, uma Vida!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não consigo estar com os que me são próximos.....familia, amigos....falo com eles só para contrariar o que sinto na verdade! Acalmo-me quando estou perante crianças pequenas, quando olho para elas e observo-as, a maneira como brincam, quando são curiosas, a sua inocência, a sua pureza, a sua inteligência....no fundo revejo o que sou nelas, mas de momento a minha está numa vitrine a tentar sair.....Falam para ela, gritam...nada!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Tens que pensar que é só uma fase....porque é só uma fase....Não receies esse vazio, não o alimentes, pelo contrário...expulsa-o, soltando entre gritos, choro o que tens ai dentro. Sim contraria quando sentes que o deves fazer....Se necessitas ficar só contigo, fâ-lo mas não por muito tempo!....Tu sabes aquilo que és e não te substimes!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Eu sei....sabes que tu és o meu "amigo imaginário", mas neste momento és tão real quantos os que me rodeiam, porque simplesmente sinto-te mais que eles todos....sinto-te com o tocar da minha alma...vives em mim!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por isso neste momento entrego-me fragilmente a teus braços para encontrar um pouco de Paz!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posso pedir-te isso mais uma vez?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Sabes que sim, estou cá para te acolher e também ser verdadeiro contigo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Bem hajas.....já-me estou a sentir mais quente....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-2368535454541619272?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/2368535454541619272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=2368535454541619272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/2368535454541619272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/2368535454541619272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/07/ir-ao-teu-encontro.html' title='Ir ao teu encontro....'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TC4B7ruml2I/AAAAAAAAA7w/6Jo4rRx0Vmg/s72-c/imagem_bebes_de_marzipan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-1257373624526919500</id><published>2010-06-30T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T12:32:57.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Já passaram 18anos...e??...Nada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emocionei-me, chorei ao ouvir esta rapariga! Hoje ela terá a minha idade. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que ela disse é a mais pura das verdades! Partilhar é um acto de Nobreza, Humildade, de Carinho e Amor, mas só alguns é que contêm tais qualidades. Muitos podem as ter mas deixam-se dominar pelo medo e o egoísmo. Existe outros que ao reconhecerem tais qualidades em alguns Seres Humanos, abusam destas por interesse, manipulação....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É Difícil construir um caminho sólido, de valores importantes e cruciais para criação de um mundo em que seja partilhado por inúmeras espécies....sim, porque o Ser Humano esquecesse que não é dono do mundo e que é mais vunerável que qualquer outra espécie!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É Fácil destruir e nisso só basta 3segundos para que tudo acabe! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só quando o Ser Humano estiver perante tal abismo, é que toma consciência dos Actos incoerentes e insensatos que cometeu...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Todos nós somos Culpados e temos que ter a coragem de abdicar para partilhar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ora oiçam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-3422442399529835548</id><published>2010-06-27T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T15:32:28.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want fall in love ...Nobody Loves no One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The world was on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No one could save me but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Strange what desire will make foolish people do&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want to fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[This love is only gonna break your heart]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No, I don't want to fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[This love is only gonna break your heart]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;What a wicked game you play&lt;br /&gt;To make me feel this wayWhat a wicked thing to do&lt;br /&gt;To let me dream of youWhat a wicked thing to say&lt;br /&gt;You never felt this wayWhat a wicked thing to do&lt;br /&gt;To make me dream of youv And I don't wanna fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[This love is only gonna break your heart]&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[This love is only gonna break your heart]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{World was on fire&lt;br /&gt;No one could save me but you&lt;br /&gt;Strange what desire will make foolish people do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you&lt;br /&gt;No I don't wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt;[This love is only gonna break your heart&lt;br /&gt;No I don't wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt;[This love is only gonna break your heart]With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nobody loves no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TCfP4kW0TRI/AAAAAAAAA7g/ODjqCpBzUjY/s320/o-beijo1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487583241713241362" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esta é uma das letras que marca a minha vida, oiço-a desde de criança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Acredito naquilo que esta letra diz e para mim, é aquilo que se passa na vida. Eu própria já me senti "idiota" ou "parva" que é aquilo que sentimos quando nos apaixonamos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas afinal apaixonamo-nos porquê ou pelo quê??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pelo Desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pela sedução...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pelo corpo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pela química...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pela essência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pelo jogo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Neste momento observo quem se apaixona ou quem já está. Tento perceber o porquê. O porquê de uma pessoa apaixonar-se por outra! No fundo deverá ser um conjunto de pequenas mas grandiosas coisas. Mas existe uma que vejo pouco entre os casais de hoje....o olhar de encantamento mútuo! Sim, aquele olhar "embasbacado" ou "aparvalhado" que se vê....sinto falta de sentir esse encantamento e se já o tive e se o valorizo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Observo que todos procuram o mesmo, pois o dizem e assumem mas também todos se comportam da mesma maneira....com o medo de se darem, não há pessoa mas ao sentimento! Sinceramente eu se quisesse já estaria numa relação, mas não o estou porque o que me é transmitido é algo que não procuro ter ou ser....preencher um vazio! Eu tenho que me apaixonar pelo sentimento que começo a sentir pela outra pessoa e depois alimentá-lo pé-ante-pé e depois sim o ser honesta para com a outra pessoa e assumir decididamente o que sinto sem receios e sem medos! Mas neste momento não sinto qualquer razão para me apaixonar e por isso não me quero apaixonar humanamente pois com diz a letra:" Ninguém Ama Ninguém"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pode parecer que esteja carente, mas na verdade não é! É o simples facto de tentar compreender duas coisas: O apaixonar humano e o facto de me sentir afastada desse "estado"! Quando um ser apaixona-se por outro sente uma química, uma energia que é activada ou iniciada, em todo o corpo, que é provocada através dos 5sentidos...mas então porque é que ao fim de um determinado essa química, energia é suprimida ou começa a diminuir! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Será que é algo monumentâneo?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: x-small; "&gt;Instável??...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;....ou simplesmente porque não é alimentada ou regada um pouco todos os dias??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando me apaixono "platonicamente", Eu Adoro! Pois activa todos os meus sentidos, até o meu 6sentido o qual lhe chamo de imaginação-criativa! Todos os outros sentidos são despertos no momento em que começo a imaginar-me com uma pessoa e começo a usar a minha criatividade nesse imaginar! Consigo sentir o cheiro, o som, o paladar, visualizo tal e qual como se estivesse á minha frente e consigo sentir o toque entre o meu ser e o outro! É tudo tão maravilhoso, tão real....e tão livre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;É por isso que digo, que os mortais não sabem a sorte de se apaixonarem! É pena não saberem aproveitar....mesmo que a relação seja indeterminada no que refiro ao tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A Paixão, O Amor são como um jardim, para crescer deverão ser regados pelos os Jardineiros que os planta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'>Basta...até mais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TBpGYxA1FLI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/RdUyj-I4oX8/s1600/5NB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TBpGYxA1FLI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/RdUyj-I4oX8/s320/5NB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483772887564620978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the voice of Enigma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the next hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we will take you with us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;into another world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;into the world of music, spirit and meditation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turn off the light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;take a deep breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and relax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;start to move slowly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very slowly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let the rhythm be your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guiding light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basta é a palavra que eu digo a mim mesma...Ausência é o que necessito....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Neste momento desliguei a luz, fechei os olhos e comecei a olhar para um outro mundo....o naquele em que me sinto e que sinto os outros!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apesar da minha presença, a ausência estará presente....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Por isso até ao meu regresso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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mais...'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TBpGYxA1FLI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/RdUyj-I4oX8/s72-c/5NB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-4860599864331664738</id><published>2010-06-17T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T08:52:05.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presença na Ausência....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TBpBBK-MliI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/d4-ENzKEwWM/s1600/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TBpBBK-MliI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/d4-ENzKEwWM/s320/solidao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483766984657901090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Existe pessoas que cruzam no caminho de outras e deixam marcas, tanto podem ser boas marcas como más marcas. Neste caso tive a sorte de, na minha pequena existência, ter-me cruzado com uma pessoa muito especial. Uma pessoa que me me acompanhou, de certa maneira, no meu desenvolvimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ainda me lembro quando era bem pequena olhar bem para cima e olhar para os seus olhos. Um olhar penetrante, parecia ver-me a alma...intimidatório, no bom sentido! Uma pessoa com os seus defeitos e qualidades e uma bem especial.....a sua bondade! Ajudava por gosto, por saber o valor da vida e dos sonhos e do esforço! Uma pessoa que me ensinou certos conceitos, aconselhou-me, fez-me pensar. Uma pessoa diferente de mim em termos religiosos, de idade, de sexo, de raça, mas igual em certos conceitos, valores, ideiais. Para mim tudo o que esteja ligado a religião, raça, idade, a sexo, é-me secundário, pois o que eu vejo não é o exterior e sim a essência que habita nesse corpo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Para mim, mesmo com um afastamento de poucos anos e perde contacto, foi uma honra ter-me cruzado com essa pessoa. Dou graças por tudo aquilo que me foi transmitido por essa pessoa. Mesmo ter-se libertado entre os Mortais, em mim essa pessoa permanecerá....pois o que foi teve a sua duração e o que permanece é a essência dessa pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tudo aquilo que me transmitiu, irá permanecer em mim e o qual irei pôr em prática cconsoante o seu contexto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bem Haja por ter entrado na minha vida e.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Até Sempre :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1055249557845335052-4860599864331664738?l=pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/feeds/4860599864331664738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1055249557845335052&amp;postID=4860599864331664738' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/4860599864331664738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055249557845335052/posts/default/4860599864331664738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pukanicesdapukanina.blogspot.com/2010/06/presenca-na-ausencia.html' title='Presença na Ausência....'/><author><name>pukanina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04183855399879859490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/SQmjtBREVMI/AAAAAAAAANE/u10S5e7nRd4/S220/the+look.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TBpBBK-MliI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/d4-ENzKEwWM/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055249557845335052.post-8215216354092940609</id><published>2010-06-12T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T13:35:47.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casamentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TBPk31Qd2fI/AAAAAAAAA7I/BATB-33QXko/s1600/bolo_de_casamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu-lGcEI8ec/TBPk31Qd2fI/AAAAAAAAA7I/BATB-33QXko/s320/bolo_de_casamento.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481976819280108018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hoje é véspera de Santo António, o Santo Casamenteiro.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pergunto porque é que as pessoas mudam com o casamento???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sim, após de assinarem um papel mudam de comportamento e eu pergunto qual a razão??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As pessoas namoram para se conhecerem, construirem
