<?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-8297223</id><updated>2012-02-19T15:42:36.374Z</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Discrimination'/><category term='Journalism'/><category term='Animal life'/><category term='Language issues'/><category term='Portugal'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Greece'/><category term='France'/><category term='Israel'/><category term='Advertising'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Animal rights'/><category term='Environment'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Jardim'/><category term='Society'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Demonstrations'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Advices'/><category term='India'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='Unemployment'/><category term='Freedom of Expression'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Tourism'/><category term='Homosexuality'/><category term='UnIgate'/><category term='Copyright'/><category term='Cinema'/><category term='Belgium'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Feminism'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Cartoons'/><category term='Far right'/><category term='UK'/><category term='Turkey'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Quotations'/><category term='25 de Abril'/><category term='Press'/><category term='Brazil'/><category term='CIA'/><category term='Believe it or not'/><category term='Literature'/><category term='Technologies'/><category term='Europe'/><category term='Education'/><category term='EUA'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Iraq'/><category term='Media'/><title type='text'>El Sepulcro</title><subtitle type='html'>Onde o mistério se passa...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Susana Nunes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuVfnNm1wdU/SoaGCt7nqfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/XI2pU1Pu5LE/S220/5336_102062488066_696823066_2357214_375556_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-4546269872929211733</id><published>2010-03-13T22:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:30:07.347Z</updated><title type='text'>Desactualizado...</title><content type='html'>Eu sei que tenho estado em falta... Cá está um novo post... Tenho de contar quase tudo o que aconteceu no Brasil&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/brMiRpXuDhQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/brMiRpXuDhQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;Sim... é para ti ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-4546269872929211733?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/4546269872929211733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=4546269872929211733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4546269872929211733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4546269872929211733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2010/03/desactualizado.html' title='Desactualizado...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-5048000525026572216</id><published>2010-01-03T14:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:23:19.739Z</updated><title type='text'>Alexandre Pires - Dessa vez eu me rendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YeYgZehPDE8&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YeYgZehPDE8&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-5048000525026572216?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/5048000525026572216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=5048000525026572216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/5048000525026572216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/5048000525026572216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2010/01/alexandre-pires-dessa-vez-eu-me-rendo.html' title='Alexandre Pires - Dessa vez eu me rendo'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-1112691278224979603</id><published>2009-12-29T00:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:10:52.552Z</updated><title type='text'>Novo Single dos HIM!! Heartkiller!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s0oDROL9c8g&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s0oDROL9c8g&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Farewell the heartless world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll send you a postcard burnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the flames you tried so hard to extinguish with fear of failing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll write down everything I have learned,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And edit it down to a single word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, for you I'm waiting, anticipating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sparks will fly, beneath the Luna alight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lazarus at Frankensteins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Babe, I'll be a flatliner for a heart killer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little we die, above the lesser light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for you I'm open wide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Babe, I'll be a flatliner for a heart killer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top hats off to the return,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of the beat to lick a wound to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cursed for some and blessed for a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesnt have to make any sense at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come hither and we'll fall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In love, for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm crawling out of patience baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sparks will fly, beneath the Luna alight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lazarus at Frankensteins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Babe, I'll be a flatliner for a heart killer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little we die, above the lesser light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for you I'm open wide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Babe, I'll be a flatliner for a heart killer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paint all your sorrows for me to sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heartkiller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;draw your pain and hear me hum it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sparks will fly, beneath the Luna alight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lazarus at Frankensteins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Babe, I'll be a flatliner for a heart killer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little we die, above the lesser light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for you I'm open wide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Babe, I'll be a flatliner for a heart killer.&lt;/div&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/8297223-1112691278224979603?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/1112691278224979603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=1112691278224979603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/1112691278224979603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/1112691278224979603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/12/novo-single-dos-him-heartkiller.html' title='Novo Single dos HIM!! Heartkiller!!'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-7846451184744243744</id><published>2009-12-05T23:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:42:20.525Z</updated><title type='text'>João Pedro Pais - Um volto já</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RXu_BMNpZ6Q&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RXu_BMNpZ6Q&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-7846451184744243744?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/7846451184744243744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=7846451184744243744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7846451184744243744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7846451184744243744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/12/joao-pedro-pais-um-volto-ja.html' title='João Pedro Pais - Um volto já'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-5290972507431398295</id><published>2009-11-26T19:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:09:28.005Z</updated><title type='text'>Jota Quest - Mais uma vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WDoDze7hkWM&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WDoDze7hkWM&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;«Eu espero por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O tempo que for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra ficarmos juntos»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-5290972507431398295?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/5290972507431398295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=5290972507431398295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/5290972507431398295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/5290972507431398295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/11/jota-quest-mais-uma-vez.html' title='Jota Quest - Mais uma vez'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-3597617422673060576</id><published>2009-11-20T01:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:49:45.320Z</updated><title type='text'>T de Tesão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É. Não naquele sentido, não pensem coisas. No sentido de excitação, sim, mas de querer muito. No meu, possível, futuro português... Estou cada vez mais entusiasmado com o dia A, com o dia que está para vir. É preciso muita tesão na vida para conseguirmos levar tudo em frente. É ter tesão em tudo o que fazemos para que tudo nos saia bem, porque se não houver tesão, é porque não queremos fazer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vamos mas é todos ganhar muita tesão. Sim... foi com duplo sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/135429814/9315660b" width="400" height="20" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/8297223-3597617422673060576?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/3597617422673060576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=3597617422673060576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3597617422673060576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3597617422673060576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/11/t-de-tesao.html' title='T de Tesão...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-3438345912968104135</id><published>2009-11-14T01:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:19:29.439Z</updated><title type='text'>Está quase....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... 90 dias... =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou perto... muito perto. Uma batalha de um ano quase a chegar ao fim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como pode não dar certo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dLhDQ6V4sVg&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dLhDQ6V4sVg&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/8297223-3438345912968104135?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/3438345912968104135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=3438345912968104135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3438345912968104135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3438345912968104135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/11/esta-quase.html' title='Está quase....'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-3680746977645524144</id><published>2009-11-10T23:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:19:05.945Z</updated><title type='text'>Pa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... quando eu ficar assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://englishrussia.com/?p=5750&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dêem-me um tiro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-3680746977645524144?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/3680746977645524144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=3680746977645524144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3680746977645524144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3680746977645524144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/11/pa.html' title='Pa....'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-9044721141697355873</id><published>2009-10-23T23:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:21:24.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'>S de Sabedoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não há nada melhor do que saber. Saber estar, saber conviver. Saber falar de tudo um pouco para que se possa ter uma conversa interessante com qualquer pessoa. É bom saber aquilo que se passa à nossa volta para conseguirmos interpretar como deve ser aquilo que se tem. É bom ter sabedoria para termos capacidade de nos defender quando é preciso. Saber argumentar uma frase composta por cabeça, tronco e membros. É bom termos conhecimento daquilo que nos espera amanhã, mesmo que seja vago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/108403172/d9d88a10" width="400" height="18" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/8297223-9044721141697355873?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/9044721141697355873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=9044721141697355873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/9044721141697355873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/9044721141697355873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/10/s-de-sabedoria.html' title='S de Sabedoria'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-3888698395885170105</id><published>2009-10-18T19:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:26:24.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>R de Revolta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porquê revolta? Porque é preciso, para darmos valor aos momentos em que estamos calmos. Porque também é bom dar o nosso grito de ipiranga mostrando que estamos prontos para algo melhor. É bom fazer-mo-nos ouvir de vez em quando, dizer que ainda cá estamos. É bom encher-mo-nos de coragem para dar um passo em frente, sabendo que para trás ficarão inúmeras coisas que nos são importantes, mas que têm de deixar de ser. Esta revolta tem de fazer com que fiquemos uma pessoa melhor, alguém que saiba ir enfrentar o mundo lá fora. A revolta tem sempre um impacto negativo no imediato, mas no futuro ninguém sabe. Cá estaremos para ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMMJnrIjfB8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMMJnrIjfB8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/8297223-3888698395885170105?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/3888698395885170105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=3888698395885170105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3888698395885170105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3888698395885170105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/10/r-de-revolta.html' title='R de Revolta'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-843028441164317421</id><published>2009-10-14T21:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:01:46.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Q de Quero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu quero muita coisa. Mas é bom querer, se não quiséssemos muito algo, nunca iríamos batalhar por isso. É preciso querer para se ter. É preciso querer para ser feliz, porque também sem objectivos não somos felizes. Hoje nem escrevo muito porque o que há a dizer, está dito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/29283849/fae9a9e7" width="400" height="18" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/8297223-843028441164317421?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/843028441164317421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=843028441164317421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/843028441164317421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/843028441164317421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/10/q-de-quero.html' title='Q de Quero'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-8144094985851357975</id><published>2009-10-12T22:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:36:33.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>P de Provocar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque sem provocação nada se consegue. É excelente uma picardia destas em que se consegue deixar uma pessoa doida sem se perceber muito bem porquê. É bom conseguir-se conquistar uma pessoa com uma boca, com um toque. Quando se consegue ir buscar alguém que nos trate da mesma maneira é como se tivesse a cantar o A+B e que fosse tudo ficar bem. É bom que nos levantem a curiosidade (a minha está bem em alta), que nos levantem a expectativa. O se não é quando se cai, mas ainda assim acho que vale muito a pena. Eu mesmo gosto de ser provocado como já se percebeu, até porque para provocar não tenho muito jeito, mas julgo que por vezes basta um olhar mais matador para que se fique "a ver mal". É algo saudável e recomenda-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/42569952/7c0218d9" width="400" height="18" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/8297223-8144094985851357975?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/8144094985851357975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=8144094985851357975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8144094985851357975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8144094985851357975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/10/p-de-provocar.html' title='P de Provocar'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-445149163562023596</id><published>2009-10-11T21:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:14:25.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O de Orgulho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois é. Posso não ser grande coisa mas tenho orgulho no que sou. Tenho bons e grandes amigos, tenho uma família, que apesar de não ser grande coisa, está lá, tenho aquilo que preciso, nem sempre aquilo que quero. Tenho objectivos bem determinados que para mim é algo que me posso orgulhar e muito, porque muita gente nem objectivos tem nesta vida quanto mais determinação. Tenho orgulho do mundo que me rodeia e naquilo que me quero tornar. Não sei se lá chegarei, mas sei o que quero ser. Vamos ver. Mas orgulho-me daquilo que tenho e do que sou e daquilo que consegui fazer. Melhor não pode ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/140160669/28c3ff3c/08_O_menino_do_piano.html" target=_blank&gt;08 O menino do piano.wma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-445149163562023596?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/445149163562023596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=445149163562023596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/445149163562023596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/445149163562023596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-de-orgulho.html' title='O de Orgulho'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-6217127244614245546</id><published>2009-10-10T02:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:32:10.265+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cada dia que passa sei menos aquilo que quero...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não tenho nada, apenas tenho muitas coisas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou farto... pelo menos hoje estou. Parece que está tudo a vir no sentido oposto... Enfim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-6217127244614245546?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/6217127244614245546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=6217127244614245546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/6217127244614245546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/6217127244614245546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/10/cada-dia-que-passa-sei-menos-aquilo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-2933086173209682145</id><published>2009-10-09T00:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:48:04.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>N de Namorar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finalmente após uma semana consegui arranjar algum tempo e cabeça para continuar este meu trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Namorar é das coisas mais importantes da vida. Faz-nos bem, deixa-nos felizes, faz-nos amar a vida e o outro. Mas agora quando falo em namorar, não falo daquele período da vida em que falamos da característica de uma relação entre a amizade e o casamento. Não. Enquanto casados é preciso namorar e sempre mais e mais ao passar dos tempos. Segurar a mão quando for preciso, mimar, como já falei aqui no blog. É muito importante para a harmonia do casal. Mas namorar é muito mais que mimo. É ouvir, é falar, é ajudar e deixar ser ajudado. É sentir o mesmo que a outra pessoa sente na hora de dor e de alegria. É saber dar o braço a torcer. Namorar é muito mais que sexo. Eu gosto de namorar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/63345810/f5bfd5ca" width="400" height="18" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/8297223-2933086173209682145?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/2933086173209682145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=2933086173209682145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/2933086173209682145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/2933086173209682145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/10/n-de-namorar.html' title='N de Namorar'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-2557871855195001096</id><published>2009-10-02T21:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:35:11.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>M de Mimos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Confesso que devido à minha mente perversa, me veio outra palavra antes, mas definitivamente consigo muito bem viver sem isso, no entanto sem mimos não vivo. Pode ser um pouco&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;abixanado para um rapaz dizer que não vive sem mimos, mas eu sem eles, não passo. Procuro mimos de amigos, dos pais, de quando há, da namorada. Sabe bem uma festa na cara, ou uma simples palavra. É o suficiente para o mundo virar bom nesse dia. Confesso que esta palavra também me surgiu porque desde há uns dias para cá sinto falta de mimo. Talvez devido ao cansaço e a algum stress acumulado. Mas mimos... Assim como gosto de receber, gosto de dar. Um abraço mais aconchegado,  um ombro para chorar. É impossível alguém viver sem uma mínima carícia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/137104612/3f10e513" width="400" height="18" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/8297223-2557871855195001096?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/2557871855195001096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=2557871855195001096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/2557871855195001096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/2557871855195001096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/10/m-de-mimos.html' title='M de Mimos'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-8655746869846077740</id><published>2009-10-01T12:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:07:07.584+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L de Lutar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lutar talvez por causa do dia que estamos. É preciso lutar para ter aquilo que queremos e quando vejo o relógio a diminuir do lado direito deste blog é nisso que penso. Lutar, lutar, lutar. Ir atrás do que queremos. Impossível emigrar? Talvez não. É preciso lutar, é preciso querer mesmo chegar lá. Sem isso ninguém vive. Este assunto é um pouco repetido neste blog, principalmente nestes últimos dias, mas dado ser uma palavra por letra e ser das mais importantes na nossa vida, esta teve mesmo de ser escolhida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O ser humano quando quer, consegue, quando não quer dá desculpa. Eu quis, e fiz. Não tem nada que saber. Parece simples e é mesmo simples, ou então está no destino eu conseguir cumprir este meu objectivo. Daqui a um ano veremos como falarei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/64049853/13fb2ec" width="400" height="18" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/8297223-8655746869846077740?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/8655746869846077740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=8655746869846077740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8655746869846077740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8655746869846077740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/10/l-de-lutar.html' title='L de Lutar'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-7483989968535026246</id><published>2009-09-30T13:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:01:24.849+01:00</updated><title type='text'>J de Juntar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem. Aqui nesta letra foi difícil, confesso. Não é fácil pensar nesta letra porque não tem algo que seja realmente importante para mim, ou pelo menos que me venha imediatamente à cabeça. Agora, porquê juntar? Porque é bom juntar duas vidas. É bom sonhar em juntar a minha vida à de outra pessoa. Um futuro a dois, ou a três ou quatro, entusiasma-me. Não me vejo a "acabar" sozinho neste mundo. Tenho a ideia de criar, melhor, de ter uma família, de um pouso composto por gente que quero cuidar. Não consigo ficar sozinho porque não sou pessoa para tal, sou um pouco dependente de ter alguém por perto. Vamos ver, que Deus dirá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/50857773/7379684d" width="400" height="18" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8297223-7483989968535026246?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/7483989968535026246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=7483989968535026246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7483989968535026246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7483989968535026246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/09/j-de-juntar.html' title='J de Juntar'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-4466687544451404614</id><published>2009-09-29T11:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:24:39.719+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I de Integridade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu não gosto de rebeldes. Gosto de ser uma pessoa íntegra, alguém que se rege segundo valores que a nossa sociedade tem, algo que com esta última geração, (já não considero minha) perdeu. Aqueles valores de respeitar as pessoas, respeitar os mais velhos. A próxima geração, os meus filhos e dos meus actuais amigos, irão sofrer bastante. Acho parvo os pais esperarem que a escola lhes dê educação e que também faça o trabalho de pais. É bom para que a sociedade funcione, minimamente, exista uma comunidade com pessoas sérias, que trabalhem e invistam no futuro a médio/longo prazo. Eu pelo menos, estou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/49056158/dfcd0fb0" width="400" height="18" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/8297223-4466687544451404614?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/4466687544451404614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=4466687544451404614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4466687544451404614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4466687544451404614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-de-integridade.html' title='I de Integridade'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-7073688429759359619</id><published>2009-09-28T09:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:59:07.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>H de Hábito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Existem hábitos muito bons, e tudo o que é bom "a gente se habitua depressa". Eu sinceramente espero chegar lá e habituar-me a tudo o que a vida tem de bom. Tenho alguns hábitos, nem todos são bons, como tudo na vida, eu sei, mas também não posso dizer que não sejam hábitos com os quais não podemos viver. Um dos meu grandes hábitos é de vir aqui escrever, o outro talvez seja de quando faça as coisas, de querer fazer bem. Um mau? O piorzito talvez seja mesmo o de estar mal habituado. Perceberam? Estar habituado a que quase tudo seja à minha medida. Hábito que ando a perder aos poucos para começar a desmama, que espero que aconteça muito em breve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/61639888/15020583" width="400" height="18" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/8297223-7073688429759359619?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/7073688429759359619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=7073688429759359619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7073688429759359619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7073688429759359619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/09/h-de-habito.html' title='H de Hábito'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-4611627166582720824</id><published>2009-09-27T00:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:48:22.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>G de Gritar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gritar. Pode ser muita coisa. Não de gritar por si só, mas de espalhar a notícia. Aqui este vem mais de aliviar o stress. De gritar à toa. Ouvir o meu eco por vales enquanto se solta aquela lágrima de raiva. Perder aquela vontade de gritar com toda a gente que aparece à frente e que muitas vezes leva por tabela sem ter culpa alguma. Não devemos fazer isso, eu sei, mas às vezes a vida corre-nos tão mal que tem de ser. Gritar com os outros também é bom. Nem sempre é a maneira de nos fazermos ouvir, mas elevar o tom de voz às vezes fica bem, nem que seja com o nosso ego. Não que o meu ego seja algo muito elevado, quem o conhece sabe bem, mas pronto, gritar com alguém não é definitivamente algo que vá ajudar a que isso seja diferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/15313249/781df072" width="400" height="18" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/8297223-4611627166582720824?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/4611627166582720824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=4611627166582720824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4611627166582720824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4611627166582720824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/09/g-de-gritar.html' title='G de Gritar'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-8690156763016531371</id><published>2009-09-25T20:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:31:52.731+01:00</updated><title type='text'>F de Filhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta foi fácil. Desejo "antigo" de ter um filho talvez. Sempre sonhei em ter pelo menos três filhos, de preferência com um casal de gémeos. Acho um filho importante a harmonia do lar, uma pessoa com quem podemos brincar e devemos educar. Alguém que tem o nosso sangue, a nossa partilha. Aquele sentido de responsabilidade intocável. Aquele carinho que nós temos quando seguramos as lágrimas deles quando choram. O mimo que nos é passado por causa de um largo sorriso após receberem algo que querem muito. Eu não tenho nenhum mas é certo e sabido que pelo menos um quero ter. Ouvir a palavra pai é algo que deve saber muito bem. Adoraria ouvir um ser a chamar-me de pai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/100713270/bd8b401c" width="400" height="18" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-8690156763016531371?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/8690156763016531371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=8690156763016531371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8690156763016531371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8690156763016531371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/09/f-de-filhos.html' title='F de Filhos'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-5937600979489346869</id><published>2009-09-25T01:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:11:47.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E de Ensinar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu gosto de ensinar. É bom fazer com que as pessoas saibam pelo menos aquilo que sei. Não é muito, mas gosto de distribuir o meu conhecimento. Gosto de ver as pessoas crescer. Vejo que alguma experiência de vida que tenho, serve para que os outros evitam de cometer os mesmos erros que eu cometi. Ensinar é importante para que os outros consigam aprender, consigam progredir na vida. Ter o conhecimento e não distribuir é egoísmo, pelo menos a meu ver. É querer ser superior, é querer ver a vida de cima. Felizmente nos dias de hoje aprendi a ensinar, a ter paciência para lidar com pessoas que demoram a aprender. Felizmente hoje sou uma pessoa realizada porque ensinei aquilo que sabia e com isso ajudei pessoas a seguirem com os seus sonhos avante. Ensinar realiza-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/44219261/e862cd3" width="400" height="18" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-5937600979489346869?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/5937600979489346869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=5937600979489346869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/5937600979489346869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/5937600979489346869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-de-ensinar.html' title='E de Ensinar'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-8867062487749351360</id><published>2009-09-23T20:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:48:53.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>D de Dar</title><content type='html'>Porque eu gosto de dar. Prendas fora de época, beijos e abraços. Gosto de dar a saber que não vou receber nada em troca. Gosto de fazer as pessoas felizes. De dar um sorriso quando a alguém, a pessoa está em baixo e sei que se vai sentir um pouco melhor. Gosto de ver a reacção das pessoas quando são surpreendidas por uma prenda que não estavam à espera. É bom conseguir fazer uma pessoa sorrir quando esta está a chorar. É reconfortante.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/50437983/6fd6c53" width="400" height="20" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/8297223-8867062487749351360?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/8867062487749351360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=8867062487749351360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8867062487749351360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8867062487749351360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/09/d-de-dar.html' title='D de Dar'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-1508918297757951781</id><published>2009-09-22T21:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:52:54.718+01:00</updated><title type='text'>C de Calor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi a primeira palavra que me lembrei, porque tem dois sentidos óptimos. Eu não sou adepto do calor do Verão, apesar de gostar. Estranho? Eu explico. Eu gosto do Verão para poder andar de calções, poder andar a apanhar vento em partes nunca antes exploradas. Gosto do Verão porque as pessoas andam mais bem dispostas, mais receptivas a que se meta conversa. Não sou adepto porque dou-me mal com o calor. Porque quando está aquele calor de Verão, eu sei que vou andar zonzo e a sempre a pingar com o calor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas nem é tanto deste calor que falo, mas sim do calor humano. Um abraço, um toque. Algo que nos faça sentir bem e que nos faça subir a moral. Amo. Adoro andar de mão dada, de dizer certas palavras que não se dizem a toda a gente e que nos fazem sentir bem. Este calor sim, preciso. É me essencial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/32432724/ec6d4ec" width="400" height="15" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-1508918297757951781?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/1508918297757951781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=1508918297757951781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/1508918297757951781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/1508918297757951781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/09/c-de-calor.html' title='C de Calor'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-3937351508838680513</id><published>2009-09-21T23:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:30:16.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>B de Brincar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não existe nada melhor do que brincadeira. Tem de ser adequada à hora e ao local, mas nada é melhor que isso. Brincar é associado às crianças, mas como eu ainda sou uma criança, estou bem ainda. Gosto de brincar com os meus amigos, de estar na paródia. Nada bate uma gargalhada depois de uma boa brincadeira. É a regra dos três B's. Bom, Bonito e Barato. Bom porque alivia o stress, Bonito porque como disse ontem, uma amizade é algo excelente de se ter e Barato porque mais vale uma gargalhada do que uma consulta de psicologia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/28376599/9f3afb0b" width="400" height="20" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-3937351508838680513?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/3937351508838680513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=3937351508838680513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3937351508838680513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3937351508838680513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/09/b-de-brincar.html' title='B de Brincar'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-2938144158171636262</id><published>2009-09-20T16:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:23:06.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A de Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Surpreendidos? Não estejam. Amor é relativo, a amizade é absoluta. Sem amigos não vivemos, sem amigos não há choros nem risos. Não há vida. Desde que quase estraguei amizades por causa de um amor e só me apercebi isso quando o amor acabou, passei a dar uma superlativa importância à relação que tenho com os meus amigos. É verdade que os grandes amigos voltam sempre, e a verdade é que muita gente me surpreendeu, alguns pela positiva mas outros pela negativa. Mas também, não podemos satisfazer a gregos e a troianos. Mas os amigos estão no topo da lista de prioridades, apesar de às vezes não parecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/104558302/86007919" width="470" height="320" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-2938144158171636262?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/2938144158171636262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=2938144158171636262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/2938144158171636262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/2938144158171636262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/09/de-amizade.html' title='A de Amizade'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-3408226980760062050</id><published>2009-09-19T22:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:53:16.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras de A a Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nos próximos 24 dias irei aqui indicar as palavras, ou uma das palavras mais importantes para mim, percorrendo o abecedário. Se existir, ponho também uma música a acompanhar o post com o nome a começar, também, pela mesma letra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-3408226980760062050?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/3408226980760062050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=3408226980760062050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3408226980760062050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3408226980760062050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/09/palavras-de-a-z.html' title='Palavras de A a Z'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-89098134134939657</id><published>2009-09-17T11:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:32:54.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Objectivo II, III e IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem. Vamos relembrar os objectivos que havia a cumprir (&lt;a href="http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-concluido.html"&gt;clique aqui&lt;/a&gt;). Como pode ser visto do lado direito deste blog, a vaquinha foi sendo feita e entretanto o Objectivo III já foi realizado. A vaquinha é um projecto até Janeiro, o objectivo III, que foi concluído antes do II, era comprar a viagem para São Paulo, que está paga. Como já foi dito, agora não há volta a dar e ainda bem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora o próximo objectivo, o IV, é ir tratar do passaporte que será resolvido no decorrer no mês de Outubro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-89098134134939657?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/89098134134939657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=89098134134939657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/89098134134939657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/89098134134939657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/09/objectivo-ii-iii-e-iv.html' title='Objectivo II, III e IV'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-3386076007759577091</id><published>2009-09-16T02:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:32:00.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sabem quando andam a ser enganados?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-3386076007759577091?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/3386076007759577091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=3386076007759577091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3386076007759577091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3386076007759577091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/09/sabem-quando-andam-ser-enganados.html' title=''/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-9049081332283887589</id><published>2009-09-12T02:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:05:02.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E pronto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xjq3b8NIUUA/SqrztD3pDZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/tNeAZIaWPis/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xjq3b8NIUUA/SqrztD3pDZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/tNeAZIaWPis/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380380660305825170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... pode-me esperar que eu tou chegando!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-9049081332283887589?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/9049081332283887589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=9049081332283887589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/9049081332283887589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/9049081332283887589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-pronto.html' title='E pronto...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xjq3b8NIUUA/SqrztD3pDZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/tNeAZIaWPis/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-8514457078899020008</id><published>2009-09-11T01:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:53:35.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ressaca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca pensei que por ter experimentado dois dias seguidos, que ao terceiro iria estar de ressaca. É mesmo verdade, dói mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/39308809/7e027318" width="420" height="250" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&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/8297223-8514457078899020008?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/8514457078899020008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=8514457078899020008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8514457078899020008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8514457078899020008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/09/ressaca.html' title='A ressaca...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-7126419067573057171</id><published>2009-09-05T20:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:43:12.961+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Descobriram-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;«Os teus olhos brilham quando se fala dela»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não é? Não devia? Talvez não... mas é tããããão bom =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/32437577/dee2554f" width="420" height="250" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-7126419067573057171?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/7126419067573057171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=7126419067573057171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7126419067573057171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7126419067573057171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/09/descobriram-me.html' title='Descobriram-me...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-7443388660190848972</id><published>2009-09-03T21:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:55:39.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É esta!! Há tantas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É difícil escolher a música que se enquadra em mim neste momento. Mas esta tem uma parte perfeita para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/49840131/413e493" width="420" height="250" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&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: 'Trebuchet MS'; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Quero colo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou fugir de casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posso dormir aqui»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-7443388660190848972?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/7443388660190848972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=7443388660190848972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7443388660190848972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7443388660190848972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-esta-ha-tantas.html' title='É esta!! Há tantas...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-7153428185708002101</id><published>2009-08-28T22:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:32:44.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.yourtaste.is/" title="Your Taste Is" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yourtaste.is/para_blogs/taste_is.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-7153428185708002101?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/7153428185708002101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=7153428185708002101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7153428185708002101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7153428185708002101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/08/taste-is.html' title='Taste is'/><author><name>Susana Nunes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuVfnNm1wdU/SoaGCt7nqfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/XI2pU1Pu5LE/S220/5336_102062488066_696823066_2357214_375556_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-3018911399894314895</id><published>2009-08-22T11:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:33:39.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A minha vida é um livro aberto. Sempre foi, sempre será. Quem quis ler a minha vida leu, quem não quis foi porque não precisou. Tenho todo o tipo de histórias. Os que leram até ao fim e que gostaram ou não. Aqueles que leram metade e se cansaram porque chegaram a um ponto em que viram que tudo era um pouco repetitivo. Depois existem as que começaram a ler e depressa desistiram, ou porque pensavam que podiam ler o livro pela capa ou porque a história começava muito &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ronhonhó &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;para o gosto deles e preferiram não apanhar uma enorme seca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Estes últimos gosto de os encontrar. Gosto que falem de mim a outras pessoas, assim sempre é uma maneira de convidar mais pessoas a começar a ler o livro para ver se é, ou não, verdade. É o que eu chamo de publicidade gratuita, a esses o meu Muito Obrigado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não gosto tanto dos que leram até meio. Pensam que conhecem toda a gente como deve ser, começando desde cedo com brincadeiras que nós nunca demos confiança, com brincadeiras que pensam que se adequam mas estão bem longe de serem as ideiais. E depois também há o contrário. Aqueles que pensam que eu posso não gostar de qualquer coisa que adoro. Aqueles que aos poucos vão lendo até ao fim sem se aperceberem do que estão a fazer o que é desafiante para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finalmente há os que leram e gostaram. Esses são os meus amigos de coração. Felizmente tenho alguns de que me orgulho e muito. Que estão ali ao lado para quando preciso quer para rir quer para chorar, porque felizmente a vida não é feita só de coisas boas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os que leram e não gostaram não falo porque esses ou viraram inimigos, que se são, estão ocultos porque não demonstram, ou deixaram de me falar e nunca mais os vi, o que é excelente. Pessoas totós na minha vida, não obrigado. Não fumo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E tu? Queres ler ou vais ficar à espera?&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: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/66175419/dd296076" width="420" height="250" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&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: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alexandre MM Caetano&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/8297223-3018911399894314895?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/3018911399894314895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=3018911399894314895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3018911399894314895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3018911399894314895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/08/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-1478966781298173715</id><published>2009-08-16T10:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:10:03.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tão actual...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_YJdkGmMCk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_YJdkGmMCk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-1478966781298173715?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/1478966781298173715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=1478966781298173715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/1478966781298173715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/1478966781298173715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/08/tao-actual.html' title='Tão actual...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-5387952999072642707</id><published>2009-08-11T23:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:55:26.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Theater - The best of times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.abracing.us/105-dream_theater-the_best_of_times.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember days of yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And how it flew so fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The two score and a year we had,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought would always last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The summer days and west coast dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wished would never end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A young boy and his father,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Idol and best friend&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll always remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those were the best of times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lifetime together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll never forget&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morning shows on the radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The case of the missing dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lying on the hills of ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching Harold and Maude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Record shops, the stick-ball fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My home away from home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we weren't together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hours on the phone&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll always remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those were the best of times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll cherish them forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best of times&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then came the call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our lives changed forever more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can pray for a change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But prepare for the end&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fleeting winds of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flying through each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the things I should have done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But time just slipped away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember "seize the day"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life goes by in the blink of an eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's so much left to say&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These were the best of times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll miss these days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your spirit led my life each day&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for the inspiration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for the smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the unconditional love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That carried me for miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It carried me for miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But most of all thank you for my life&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These were the best of times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll miss these days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your spirit led my life each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart is bleeding bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'll be okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your spirit guides my life each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-5387952999072642707?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/5387952999072642707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=5387952999072642707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/5387952999072642707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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aprender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O porquê de eu ser profundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero não me arrepender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desta minha visão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que um dia vou crescer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje estou em ebulição&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/8297223-3111084289770895183?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/3111084289770895183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=3111084289770895183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3111084289770895183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Não fisicamente, mas no pensamento. Estou longe não em distância mas em compreensão da vida. Preciso do tempo para ver o que quero da vida apesar de saber bem o que quero. Apenas preciso de saber como fazer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vou esperar. O tempo vai me dizer o que fazer, onde pousar. 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Rejeitar ou ser rejeitado...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-7489687580074072930?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/7489687580074072930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=7489687580074072930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7489687580074072930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7489687580074072930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-sei-o-que-doi-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-4569830620740797756</id><published>2009-06-30T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:06:09.164+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonata Arctica - Shy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JxZcFArCeKs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JxZcFArCeKs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-4569830620740797756?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/4569830620740797756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=4569830620740797756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4569830620740797756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4569830620740797756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/06/sonata-arctica-shy.html' title='Sonata Arctica - Shy'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-4700126016726345318</id><published>2009-06-29T11:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:25:11.357+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sinto...</title><content type='html'>... que se aproxima uma ida a Coimbra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-4700126016726345318?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/4700126016726345318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=4700126016726345318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4700126016726345318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4700126016726345318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/06/sinto.html' title='sinto...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-841296217959716696</id><published>2009-06-22T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:03:21.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Polo Norte - A dança</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9dij4oSjlg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9dij4oSjlg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-841296217959716696?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/841296217959716696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=841296217959716696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/841296217959716696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/841296217959716696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/06/polo-norte-danca.html' title='Polo Norte - A dança'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-6486087184407515669</id><published>2009-06-21T12:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:40:31.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bem... O objectivo III está revelado. Agora é esperar que seja conseguido, que será com certeza porque quando realmente se quer uma coisa, conseguimos. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-6486087184407515669?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/6486087184407515669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=6486087184407515669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/6486087184407515669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/6486087184407515669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/06/revelado.html' title='Revelado'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-719920513310237336</id><published>2009-06-17T22:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:57:28.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar dentro do peito uma donzela</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Amar dentro do peito uma donzela;&lt;br /&gt;Jurar-lhe pelos céus a fé mais pura;&lt;br /&gt;Falar-lhe, conseguindo alta ventura,&lt;br /&gt;Depois da meia-noite na janela:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazê-la vir abaixo, e com cautela&lt;br /&gt;Sentir abrir a porta, que murmura;&lt;br /&gt;Entrar pé ante pé, e com ternura&lt;br /&gt;Apertá-la nos braços casta e bela:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijar-lhe os vergonhosos, lindos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;E a boca, com prazer o mais jucundo,&lt;br /&gt;Apalpar-lhe de leve os dois pimpolhos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê-la rendida enfim a Amor fecundo;&lt;br /&gt;Ditoso levantar-lhe os brancos folhos;&lt;br /&gt;É este o maior gosto que há no mundo.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Bocage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-719920513310237336?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/719920513310237336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=719920513310237336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/719920513310237336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/719920513310237336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/06/amar-dentro-do-peito-uma-donzela.html' title='Amar dentro do peito uma donzela'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-8214009984492058365</id><published>2009-06-14T19:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:32:13.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;... às vezes a minha coragem surpreende-me...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-8214009984492058365?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/8214009984492058365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=8214009984492058365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8214009984492058365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8214009984492058365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-4556289684683469263</id><published>2009-06-12T15:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:33:02.866+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>today and tomorrow....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_hsHMerkIUw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_hsHMerkIUw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang!&lt;br /&gt;Explosions in my head that just won't quit&lt;br /&gt;A train is crashing through the wall around my heart&lt;br /&gt;And left it only dead, obliterated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop!&lt;br /&gt;My breathing in the night when your not there&lt;br /&gt;The silence ringing through my ears&lt;br /&gt;And all I want to do is hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;But you're not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawn together&lt;br /&gt;Pain is rushed through&lt;br /&gt;Slight of hand, blink&lt;br /&gt;We won't go up in smoke&lt;br /&gt;Things colliding&lt;br /&gt;Love undying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (2x):&lt;br /&gt;Like the rising tide&lt;br /&gt;Beating hearts grow but never die&lt;br /&gt;To simplify&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by your side&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hope will never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental Break]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn&lt;br /&gt;Take away the pain of being me&lt;br /&gt;Soothe my soul caress my heart&lt;br /&gt;And end my fear of my bad memories&lt;br /&gt;Eradicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain&lt;br /&gt;Like gunshots running against the silent night&lt;br /&gt;My love was silent and these words&lt;br /&gt;Were stronger than the rest, unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;Unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawn together&lt;br /&gt;Pain is rushed through&lt;br /&gt;Slight of hand, blink&lt;br /&gt;We won't go up in smoke&lt;br /&gt;Things colliding&lt;br /&gt;Love undying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawn together&lt;br /&gt;Pain is rushed through&lt;br /&gt;Slight of hand, blink&lt;br /&gt;We won't go up in smoke&lt;br /&gt;Things colliding&lt;br /&gt;Love undying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-4556289684683469263?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/4556289684683469263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=4556289684683469263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4556289684683469263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4556289684683469263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-and-tomorrow.html' title='today and tomorrow....'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-8264395316497804482</id><published>2009-06-07T15:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:56:30.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>06/06/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Como está a ser bom. Vou aproveitar. Gostei muito apesar de curto. Compensarei noutro dia. Só preciso de ter mais calma, mais cabeça e mais sangue frio. É bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Depois gosto do sorrisinho parvo com que se fica quando se tem 170cv debaixo do pé direito. Mais de 220km/h ao poder. Simplesmente brutal. Venham mais 5!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;E aqui está o meu Ferrari Corsa a desintegrar-se. Ia jurar que ouvi 2 parafusos a cairem. hehe&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xjq3b8NIUUA/SixTWr9Y_mI/AAAAAAAAAcY/PnK1LABOIsc/s1600-h/06062009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xjq3b8NIUUA/SixTWr9Y_mI/AAAAAAAAAcY/PnK1LABOIsc/s400/06062009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344738507004378722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8297223-8264395316497804482?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/8264395316497804482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=8264395316497804482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8264395316497804482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8264395316497804482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/06/06062009.html' title='06/06/2009'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xjq3b8NIUUA/SixTWr9Y_mI/AAAAAAAAAcY/PnK1LABOIsc/s72-c/06062009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-7532303522409383437</id><published>2009-06-05T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:23:34.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Está quase!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xjq3b8NIUUA/SilwlzbIulI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sqmiJEzzjVU/s1600-h/hihihi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xjq3b8NIUUA/SilwlzbIulI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sqmiJEzzjVU/s400/hihihi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343926227613301330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Falta 1 ponto para sermos campeões!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-7532303522409383437?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/7532303522409383437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=7532303522409383437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7532303522409383437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7532303522409383437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/06/esta-quase.html' title='Está quase!!!'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xjq3b8NIUUA/SilwlzbIulI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sqmiJEzzjVU/s72-c/hihihi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-8797522905135055616</id><published>2009-06-04T00:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:27:02.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o tempo do lápis azul foi lá atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-8797522905135055616?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/8797522905135055616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=8797522905135055616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8797522905135055616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8797522905135055616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-tempo-do-lapis-azul-foi-la-atras.html' title=''/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-7719809544427167446</id><published>2009-05-27T21:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:26:17.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>27/05/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu hoje, estou num dia que nem sei por onde comece. Aliás, há três dias que abro esta página para começar a escrever, e só escrevo agora porque empanco. Mas vamos lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como é sabido, iniciei uma actividade, e para já, vejo tudo menos organização. 5 dias de formação, 5 formadores diferentes, 5 maneiras de ensinar diferentes, 5 mandeiras de funcionar com os softwares diferentes. Ia jurar que até nos ensinaram mesmo definições diferentes para os mesmos nomes. Não sei, foi rápido demais. Tão rápido que o grupo que entrou para as mesmas funções, há 4 meses, tinha tido 2 meses de formação, com a mesma informação. Isto que nós tivemos não foi uma formação. Deram-nos uma katana, e agora vamos a caminho da selva. Bem, nem tudo é mau. Vamos ver a partir de amanhã o que é ao certo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quanto ao resto.... Sinto cada vez mais uma necessidade de ir e não de ficar. Talvez seja por isso que sinto um desafio este trabalho e não como um sacrificio. Mas é bom, mesmo que até lá algo aconteça e que fique por cá, o que sinceramente espero que não venha a acontecer, me dá algum currículo e alguma estaleca para enfrentar trabalhos futuros. Era sabido que da faculdade estou eu farto, talvez porque me desorientei desde cedo, e apesar de ter encarrilhado, nunca senti aquele prazer em estar a ocupar uma vaga que poderia de ser alguém que irá fazer melhor proveito dela. Ainda vou pensar sobre esta hipótese, mas é o mais certo. Cada vez mais sinto-me deslocado, e apesar de estar a conhecer pessoas novas, e todo um mundo novo, não paro de pensar no que será de mim cá daqui a alguns tempos. Vamos ver, o tempo irá falar por mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para terminar, hoje estou assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F1uRbnUdiWg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F1uRbnUdiWg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-7719809544427167446?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/7719809544427167446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=7719809544427167446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7719809544427167446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7719809544427167446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/05/27052009.html' title='27/05/2009'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-5398344918161661174</id><published>2009-05-21T19:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:41:48.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Balada de Despedida do 5º Ano Jurídico 88/89 - Toada Coimbrã &amp; Infantuna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7R6Cf70_eMc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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/7R6Cf70_eMc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentes que um tempo acabou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Primavera de flor adormecida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Qualquer coisa que não volta que voou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que foi um rio, um ar, na tua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E levas em ti guardado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O choro de uma balada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recordações do passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O bater da velha cabra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Capa negra de saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No momento da partida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Segredos desta cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levo comigo p'rá vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sabes que o desenho do adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É fogo que nos queima devagar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E no lento cerrar dos olhos teus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fica a esperança de um dia aqui voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E levas em ti guardado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O choro de uma balada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recordações do passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O bater da velha cabra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Capa negra de saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No momento da partida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Segredos desta cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levo comigo p'rá vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Até a mim me vieram as lágrimas aos olhos... porra... Coimbra Coimbra...&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/8297223-5398344918161661174?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/5398344918161661174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=5398344918161661174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/5398344918161661174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/5398344918161661174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/05/balada-de-despedida-do-5-ano-juridico.html' title='Balada de Despedida do 5º Ano Jurídico 88/89 - Toada Coimbrã &amp; Infantuna'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-4661304380726558597</id><published>2009-05-19T19:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:06:02.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Objectivo I - Concluído</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O 1.º objectivo está concluído. Vaga em backoffice na PT. Não é mau de todo. Vamos ver como me enquadro. &lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OBJECTIVO II - Fazer uma vaquinha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-4661304380726558597?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/4661304380726558597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=4661304380726558597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4661304380726558597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4661304380726558597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-concluido.html' title='Objectivo I - Concluído'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-8692398183436942307</id><published>2009-05-18T15:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:19:43.001+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to ugly guys like me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You never make it through they said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're bound to choose another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are a looser, always were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I said: Thank you mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I am no contortionist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't joggle with a ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have a friendly pet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got no friends at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or I can do some magic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh that much is cleared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For when I enter a crowded room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls just dissapeared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-8692398183436942307?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/8692398183436942307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=8692398183436942307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8692398183436942307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8692398183436942307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/05/ode-to-ugly-guys-like-me.html' title='Ode to ugly guys like me'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-7180910027047017348</id><published>2009-05-17T23:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:24:55.157+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simracing - 24 horas, finalmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como muita gente sabe, o meu "jobby" é o simracing. Desde finais de 2006 que tenho este bichinho no sangue, e que me rouba boa parte do meu tempo livre. Faço parte de uma das melhores equipas nacionais de SimRacing e quando vamos lá fora nunca fazemos má figura. A nível pessoal posso-me gabar de um 3.º lugar no campeonato nacional de F1 em 2007, e de ser o campeão em título de GT's.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, este post vem no seguimento das provas de resistência que já fiz, as chamadas provas de 24 horas. São compostas em 8 turnos de 3 horas, em que, no nosso caso, 6 pilotos correram. Já fiz, pela Vitamina-OSR, algumas provas, entre as de Nordschleife, Spa, em que temos sempre algum azar que nos atrasa. Este fim-de-semana tivemos a prova de Singapura, organizada pelos franceses da GTRGT. Desta vez representei a R4-Sims.com, empresa que organiza os campeonatos onde, neste momento, participo.&lt;br /&gt;Começámos mal, com um pequeno azar, em que perdemos duas voltas, mas a partir daí, começou o domínio. Finalmente posso orgulhar-me que venci uma prova de 24 horas. Foi uma emoção hoje quando percebemos que tinhamos ganho, finalmente, uma prova destas. Não são provas a sério, salvo seja, mas já conseguimos pelo menos ter a sensação pela qual os pilotos como o Pedro Lamy, passam ao fim de um fim de semana em Le Mans. É excelente, e que para já, seja só o inicio de uma série de provas com resultados destes no final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PARABÉNS R4!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/3286/r4radical1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 307px;" src="http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/3286/r4radical1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-7180910027047017348?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/7180910027047017348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=7180910027047017348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7180910027047017348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7180910027047017348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/05/simracing-24-horas-finalmente.html' title='Simracing - 24 horas, finalmente'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-8740214682977415157</id><published>2009-05-15T02:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:19:28.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Es2_vKXRwzo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Es2_vKXRwzo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-8740214682977415157?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/8740214682977415157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=8740214682977415157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8740214682977415157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8740214682977415157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-3722911443260591642</id><published>2009-05-13T19:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:54:26.624+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Objectivo I</title><content type='html'>A minha vida nos próximos tempos vai passar por novos objectivos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Objectivo I - Arranjar emprego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os próximos irão sendo revelados quando o actual for concluido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-3722911443260591642?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/3722911443260591642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=3722911443260591642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3722911443260591642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3722911443260591642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/05/objectivo-i.html' title='Objectivo I'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-7752076146833815472</id><published>2009-05-13T00:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:02:56.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dá-me tempo... Deixa-me organizar a vida de maneira a que ela seja possivel. Se eu conseguir, os dois conseguimos. Vamos ver o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O futuro não é amanhã, é hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-7752076146833815472?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/7752076146833815472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=7752076146833815472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7752076146833815472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7752076146833815472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/05/da-me-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-4509708481352756997</id><published>2009-05-12T11:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:16:09.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E...</title><content type='html'>... vamos lutar.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ggzIvbsFaQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ggzIvbsFaQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-4509708481352756997?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/4509708481352756997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=4509708481352756997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4509708481352756997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4509708481352756997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/05/e.html' title='E...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-770348004863109854</id><published>2009-05-10T01:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T02:01:01.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não faças...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não chores mais... Não vale apena chorar sobre isso, não te quero ver chorar. Para isso que estou aqui, a querer fazer-te sorrir. É verdade que o passado pode fazer de nós pessoas mais duras, mais crueis, mas as lições que a vida nos dá, nem sempre nos torna pessoas mais permissivas, antes pelo contrário. A vida nem sempre é fácil, nem sempre nos dá razões para sorrir, mas felizmente temos pessoas que sabem separar o trigo do joio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora só temos de olhar para a hora em que te abraçarei com um toque profundo para poder afogar tudo o que trazes na mente. Batalhar é a nova palavra de ordem e assim será. Batalhar para um futuro ao nosso alcance, para um futuro que nos seja possível. Olhemos para o futuro, não para o passado. Olhemos para os erros que vamos fazer, não para os que fizemos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Às vezes já me custa acordar, só não me custa olhar para o calendário e ver os dias a passar, a ver o dia a aproximar-se. O dia vai chegar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vZpw6SlK5A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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/1vZpw6SlK5A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/8297223-770348004863109854?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/770348004863109854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=770348004863109854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/770348004863109854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/770348004863109854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-facas.html' title='Não faças...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-698267162517389411</id><published>2009-05-05T21:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:21:30.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma mudança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje senti-me mal. É estranho, faltei a uma aula por falta de paciência mas pesou-me na consciência. Aliás, por alguma razão ando à procura de um trabalho. Já me pesa tantos anos de faculdade, e com os meus objectivos até final do ano, preciso de fazer uma pequena vaquinha para estar precavido para algum azar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mudei a partir de hoje a minha atitude perante a vida. Estou farto de olhar para trás, para os meus erros. Passarei uma borracha por cima deles, e se tiver que voltar a errar, errarei. Preciso de arriscar mais com a vida, de correr riscos que podem dar bons resultados. Se derem maus, também pior do que eu já tenho não pode ser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vamos curtir a vida!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-698267162517389411?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/698267162517389411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=698267162517389411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/698267162517389411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/698267162517389411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/05/uma-mudanca.html' title='Uma mudança'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-6600310274588698919</id><published>2009-05-04T17:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:30:41.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De repente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2F_hGwD26g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2F_hGwD26g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-6600310274588698919?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/6600310274588698919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=6600310274588698919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/6600310274588698919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/14njUwJUg1I&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-7518378685843534481?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/7518378685843534481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=7518378685843534481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7518378685843534481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7518378685843534481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/05/saudades-d.html' title='Saudades... =D'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-5169393472339559553</id><published>2009-04-30T01:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T02:07:18.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressionante</title><content type='html'>Gostava de saber a razão da minha falta de sem ânimo. Estou sem ânimo para quase nada. Quase nada me motiva, quase nada me cativa. Tantas ideias que me passam pela mente e quase nada me faz mexer. É impressionante como o ser humano, por vezes, consegue ser tão fraco. Há uma série de dias que só me apetece gritar, e quando vou para gritar, parece que nada sai. É impressionante...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há muito tempo que me sinto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DN-1A02X2sI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DN-1A02X2sI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-5169393472339559553?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/5169393472339559553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=5169393472339559553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/5169393472339559553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/5169393472339559553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/04/impressionante.html' title='Impressionante'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-4160239188495556344</id><published>2009-04-27T15:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:48:40.529+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.. mas acordo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(clicar no título)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-4160239188495556344?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeqkiSlrulo' title='.. mas acordo...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/4160239188495556344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=4160239188495556344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4160239188495556344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4160239188495556344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/04/mas-acordo.html' title='.. mas acordo...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-5750751845557950997</id><published>2009-04-27T02:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:50:25.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje, vou-me deitar assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9QgSoTe8ug4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9QgSoTe8ug4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-5750751845557950997?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/5750751845557950997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=5750751845557950997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/5750751845557950997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/5750751845557950997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoje-vou-me-deitar-assim.html' title='Hoje, vou-me deitar assim...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-8269466043006847309</id><published>2009-04-24T02:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:38:04.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A procura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desisti de procurar... Quanto mais procuramos e pensamos que temos, mais longe estamos. Erros feitos por não pensarmos com a cabeça, mas sim com o coração. Erros que dificilmente nos esquecemos de tanto que nos arrastam até ao fundo da nossa condição. Eu estou cansado, desesperado... Desesperado por um abraço daqueles que recebi não há muito tempo. Desesperado por algo que me faça levantar a cabeça e olhar para o futuro e dizer "sim Senhor, assim vale a pena". Tenho saudades de me levantar com a vida planeada para o dia seguinte.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje enquanto estive sentado à beira mar, percebi que mais que nunca precisava de ter aquela pessoa ao lado para dar a coragem que, por vezes, precisamos. Mas decidi que ia desistir. Quanto mais não seja porque quando desisti pela primeira vez, deu bom resultado (até certo ponto), pode ser que o mesmo aconteça à segunda. Já disse que normalmente não luto por ninguém porque acredito que quando a pessoa tem dúvidas, é porque na realidade não quer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z84WUbZzi5Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z84WUbZzi5Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-8269466043006847309?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/8269466043006847309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=8269466043006847309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8269466043006847309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8269466043006847309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/04/procura.html' title='A procura...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-4873390735876423148</id><published>2009-04-18T10:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:42:06.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O tempo da felicidade foi lá atrás, e pode ser que esteja também no futuro. Parece distante nesse futuro, mas pode ser que lá esteja. Pergunto-me às vezes se não serei daquelas pessoas que precisam de ser infelizes para serem felizes. Eu gostava de voltar a ser feliz, de ter um sorriso que me espante os males, que me acordasse de uma vez por todas para o mal que é a vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lembro-me muitas vezes de uma conversa que tive com uma amiga a alertar-me para não ter grandes expectativas. Se calhar é melhor mesmo e nem pensar muito nisso. Se calhar é melhor nem olhar muito para a frente para não correr o risco de me desiludir, ou pelo menos para disfarçar a curto prazo algum percalço da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A ver vamos...&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/8297223-4873390735876423148?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/4873390735876423148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=4873390735876423148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4873390735876423148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4873390735876423148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/04/foi.html' title='Foi...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-1631079495021573135</id><published>2009-04-17T02:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T02:27:55.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E hoje sinto-me assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HbHYOeep0vI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HbHYOeep0vI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-1631079495021573135?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/1631079495021573135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=1631079495021573135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/1631079495021573135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/1631079495021573135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-hoje-sinto-me-assim.html' title='E hoje sinto-me assim...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-1875060838645350443</id><published>2009-04-15T17:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:26:00.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não digo que tenho o destino traçado para ser melhor amigo e conselheiro?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qujfdzLJPyU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qujfdzLJPyU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-1875060838645350443?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/1875060838645350443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=1875060838645350443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/1875060838645350443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/1875060838645350443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/04/destino.html' title='Destino...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-4549231764044714688</id><published>2009-04-15T01:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:48:33.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E eu tenho saudades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9_oJa4KG74&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9_oJa4KG74&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... do tempo em que sorria porque queria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e não porque tinha necessidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-395660515107382678</id><published>2009-04-07T00:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:01:29.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Definição de Escorpião II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A negrito está o que me enquadro mais:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As características que mais se destacam neste signo são a&lt;br /&gt;intensidade e a paixão. O Escorpião precisa de estar apaixonado por tudo que quer, esteja este desejo alojado no plano profissional ou no plano afectivo.&lt;br /&gt;Movido pela paixão, pode destruir ou até se autodestruir, mas jamais permitirá que sejam os outros o destruam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O nativo de Escorpião é observador, decidido, passional e independente.&lt;/strong&gt; Mas, acima de tudo, é uma pessoa de extremos. Capaz de nutrir grandes simpatias por aqueles que o rodeiam, também é capaz de sentir uma enorme antipatia por aqueles de quem não gosta. Na natureza violenta dos seus sentimentos e paixões, não há lugar para o meio termo. Ele ama ou odeia e... sabe odiar da forma mais fria e cruel possível! De todos os signos do Zodíaco é o que possui os sentimentos mais mesquinhos, capazes de se empenharem em vinganças, traições e de espalhar o seu veneno por todos os que se arriscam a tocá-lo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Extremamente emotivo e passional, para ele a vida não teria qualquer significado se não existissem as emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; O seu humor é instável&lt;/strong&gt;, o que faz com que a convivência com este nativo seja um pouco conturbada. Extremamente exigente, não só consigo próprio como também com todos os que o rodeiam, vai ao encontro das suas motivações mais profundas para explicar o resultado dos seus actos. No fundo, este signo gira em torno do desejo e das suas consequências. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Consegue quase sempre o que deseja graças à sua inteligência, sagacidade e determinação, mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem sempre é diplomático porque, uma vez que acredita na honestidade absoluta, diz tudo o que pensa e o que sente mas, apesar da fama que possui, ele é muito mal compreendido talvez porque ele próprio não faz nada para melhorar a sua imagem.&lt;/strong&gt; Regido por Plutão, o planeta mais frio do sistema solar, ele esconde-se atrás de uma imagem de aparente frieza e desconfiança, levantando à sua volta uma barreira quase intransponível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas o nativo de Escorpião também tem o seu lado bom. Corajoso e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sincero, sempre que magoa alguém sem razão reconhece o seu erro e pede desculpa.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adora ajudar quem se encontra em dificuldades e não espera que lhe retribuam o gesto.&lt;/strong&gt; Mas ai do infeliz que ousar trair a sua amizade e confiança! Toda a sua bondade, confiança e desejo de ajudar o próximo, transformam-se em sede de vingança e ele nunca conseguirá, jamais, perdoar àquele que o traiu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;São persistentes, pacientes, introspectivos e capazes de vencer quaisquer obstáculos. Se for necessário, movem as montanhas necessárias para conseguirem alcançar o seu objectivo final. Não têm medo de enfrentar qualquer situação, lutam com as armas que lhe são inerentes e acreditam no resultado final, mesmo quando a situação não lhes é favorável. Se for preciso, lutam sozinhos, contra tudo e contra todos. Inteligentes, sagazes, determinados, sérios, extremamente perfeccionistas e exigentes consigo próprios, exigem o mesmo tipo de desempenho e a mesma entrega por parte de todos que o rodeiam. No trabalho, dominam o ambiente com as suas ideias criativas, o seu dinamismo e jamais se conformarão com a superficialidade das coisas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como todos os outros signos pertencente ao elemento Água, este signo é muito sentimental e emocionalmente intenso e profundo. O Escorpião&lt;br /&gt;representa os segredos e a sedução, e os nativos deste signo têm um enorme magnetismo, quase sempre carregado de mistério, com o qual sabem tão bem lidar e envolver. No entanto, mostram-se sempre desconfiados, especialmente no que diz respeito aos seus próprios sentimentos e detestam responder a qualquer tipo de pergunta íntima e directa. Por conhecerem os mistérios que envolvem a natureza humana, escolhem as suas companhias com extremo cuidado e estão sempre desconfiados, porque temem descobrir, a qualquer momento, o lado mais sombrio dos outros. Por vezes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a sua falta de flexibilidade leva-os a perderem boas oportunidades&lt;/strong&gt;, pelo que devem aprender e desenvolver a arte de saber aceitar os outros tal qual eles são. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De natureza insubmissa e amante do poder, está ciente da força da sua sensualidade, nunca abre mão de um desejo e nem sequer lhe passa pela cabeça fazer quaisquer concessões relativamente às suas decisões. Precisam, sem dúvida, de saber controlar o seu orgulho e o seu espírito crítico e temperamental. Traços positivos da personalidade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Realizador, Científico, Explorador, Determinado, Penetrante, Firme , Persistente, Resistente, &lt;strong&gt;Reservado&lt;/strong&gt;, Super Imaginativo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emoções intensas e profundas. &lt;/strong&gt;Percepção excepcional em relação ao carácter e intenções dos outros. Sentido de Finalidade. Discernimento Subtil.&lt;br /&gt;Determinado em relação aos seus objectivos. Traços negativos da personalidade:&lt;br /&gt;Obsessivo, Dominador, Vingativo, &lt;strong&gt;Desconfiado&lt;/strong&gt;, Violento, &lt;strong&gt;Ciumento, Controlador, Possessivo,&lt;/strong&gt; Passional, Teimoso, Reticente.&lt;br /&gt;Deseja controlar tudo e todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fixação em questões sexuais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Incapaz de perdoar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-395660515107382678?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/395660515107382678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=395660515107382678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/395660515107382678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/395660515107382678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/04/definicao-de-escorpiao-ii.html' title='Definição de Escorpião II'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-8336793474062620782</id><published>2009-04-06T22:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:22:10.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hinder - Without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/npNLgahD2GQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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/npNLgahD2GQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-8336793474062620782?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/8336793474062620782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=8336793474062620782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8336793474062620782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8336793474062620782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/04/hinder-without-you.html' title='Hinder - 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Tanta coisa boa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-8191174076416987773?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/8191174076416987773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=8191174076416987773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8191174076416987773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8191174076416987773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/04/os-signos_03.html' title='Os signos...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xjq3b8NIUUA/SdZ3FD6Z6zI/AAAAAAAAAP4/jFFEggWi7bM/s72-c/signos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-5304439256102102521</id><published>2009-04-02T19:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:13:22.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Já cheira...</title><content type='html'>... a férias da Páscoa. A colaboradora ausente deste blog está em Portugal por uma semana, e eu não a vou ver. Assim até fico triste. Depois eu cobro-te uma semaninha em tua casa. Ou não... Daqui a 3 meses digo-te. Preciso de resolver alguns probleminhas pendentes.&lt;br /&gt;Adiante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou estupidamente calmo para a época. A época de trabalhos mais sérios aproxima-se e estou calmo como um cachorro a dormir. Não se passa nada, nem problemas, nem coisas boas. O único trabalho que tenho tido, até porque os enunciados destes trabalhos só saem depois da Páscoa, é a construção de um site que até se fez relativamente depressa para quem pouco percebe de CSS e de PHP. Os trabalhos desta semana, estão incrivelmente concluídos 3 dias antes do prazo de entrega. "Estou muita contente canal Caça e Pesca".&lt;br /&gt;O resto das coisas... Cá estamos... Não há nada de novo. É pena, mas não há. Não percam o próximo episódio, porque nós, também não!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-5304439256102102521?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/5304439256102102521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=5304439256102102521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/5304439256102102521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/5304439256102102521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/04/ja-cheira.html' title='Já cheira...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-8207389309891973084</id><published>2009-04-02T00:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:14:31.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank Sinatra - I won't dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cGwcg4g-1Ik&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cGwcg4g-1Ik&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou dançar, não me peça&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou dançar, não me peça&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou dançar, com você madame&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração não vai deixar meus pés fazer o que eles devem&lt;br /&gt;Sabe de uma coisa, você é amável&lt;br /&gt;Save de uma coisa, você é tão graciosa&lt;br /&gt;E, oh, o que você faz comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou como a onda que quebra na costa&lt;br /&gt;Eu me sinto tão absolutamente atarracado no chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você dança, você é charmosa e gentil&lt;br /&gt;Especialmente quando você faz o continental&lt;br /&gt;Mas esse sentimento não é puramente mental&lt;br /&gt;Pelo descanso dos céus, eu não estou aspestus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse é o porquê&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou dançar, porque eu deveria?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou dançar, como eu poderia?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou dançar, obrigado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que a música leva ao romance&lt;br /&gt;Então se eu a tiver em meus braços, eu não vou dançar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou dançar, não me peça&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou dançar, não me peça&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou dançar, com você madame&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração não vai deixar meus pés fazer o que eles querem fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe de uma coisa, você é amável&lt;br /&gt;Ring-a-ding-ding, você é adorável&lt;br /&gt;Sabe de uma coisa, o que você faz comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou como a onda que quebra na costa&lt;br /&gt;Eu me sinto tão absolutamente atarracado no chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você dança você é charmosa e gentil&lt;br /&gt;Especialmente quando você faz o continental&lt;br /&gt;Mas esse sentimento não é puramente mental&lt;br /&gt;Pelo descanso dos céus, eu não estou aspestus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse é o porquê&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou dançar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou dançar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou dançar, muito obrigado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que a música leva ao romance&lt;br /&gt;Então se eu tiver você em meus braços...&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou dançar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-8207389309891973084?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/8207389309891973084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=8207389309891973084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8207389309891973084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8207389309891973084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/04/frank-sinatra-i-wont-dance.html' title='Frank Sinatra - I won&apos;t dance'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-2257744618315402309</id><published>2009-04-01T00:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:25:10.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anathema - One Last Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GubL5yhp_Bk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GubL5yhp_Bk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-2257744618315402309?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/2257744618315402309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=2257744618315402309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/2257744618315402309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/2257744618315402309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/04/vamos-la-ver.html' title='Anathema - One Last Goodbye'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-4531570493177475094</id><published>2009-03-31T11:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:50:51.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Encosta a tua boca junto à minha, sopra a tua alma para dentro do meu corpo, eu soprarei a minha para dentro do teu. Seremos um corpo com duas almas&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/8297223-4531570493177475094?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/4531570493177475094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=4531570493177475094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4531570493177475094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4531570493177475094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/03/porque.html' title='Porque...'/><author><name>Alexandre 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=6791741824643274452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/6791741824643274452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/6791741824643274452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-dia.html' title='Um dia...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-855498510927998357</id><published>2009-03-30T01:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:44:59.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do ano (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ia agora dormir quando, irritantemente, me lembrei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faria hoje 3 anos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-855498510927998357?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/855498510927998357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=855498510927998357' title='0 Comments'/><link 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ql9EwDIUlTo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ql9EwDIUlTo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-665399541172804788?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/665399541172804788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=665399541172804788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/665399541172804788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/665399541172804788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/03/d.html' title='=&apos;D'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-8390336261172413640</id><published>2009-03-28T20:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:40:01.626Z</updated><title type='text'>A ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xjq3b8NIUUA/Sc6XX8wzm0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/y3ayfx5Bgn8/s1600-h/DSC01018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xjq3b8NIUUA/Sc6XX8wzm0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/y3ayfx5Bgn8/s400/DSC01018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318354647674755906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não me olhes com esses olhos de quem quer algo que eu não posso dar. Não passes algo que não é teu, não queiras ser igual a outros. Ri-te quando te der na gana, não queiras rir porque deves rir. Sê com os outros aquilo que és comigo. Não procures mais do que não precisas. Erros todos nós fazemos, só precisamos de não os repetir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faz o que te digo, não faças o que eu faço&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em tempos tive a tua idade e bem que não me importava de voltar a ter para corrigir muita coisa. Pode parecer mal vir a dizer isto, mas para mim, perfeita és... Tens tanto de menina ingénua como de senhora avançada, mas não forces nada. Sê livre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um dia pode ser que te descubra totalmente, que possa escrever algo mais do que seria politicamente correcto. Lembra-te que todos os homens são capazes de dizer as coisas mais incríveis para conseguirem o que querem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sei que este texto parece um sermão, mas não é. Digo-te isto porque não sei como te trataria se não fossemos o que somos. Digo-te isto porque apesar de tudo és uma menina especial para mim, assim como é também a tua irmã. Dito isto, percebes que não quero que algo te aconteça. Sei que vais errar, assim como julgo que também sabes. Não quero parecer um pai, apesar de no futuro ter esperança de o ser (arranjar a mãe é que 'tá complicado HAHA). Queria dizer-te tanta coisa, mas eu não consigo adivinhar o teu futuro a ponto de te dizer para não fazeres algo e ainda conseguir explicar porquê. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só consigo dizer.. Não tentes perceber o porquê. Só causa dor e não é uma solução. Avança, com cuidado, porque em cada passo que dás, pode estar uma mina. Tenta mostrar esse sorriso lindo, mesmo quando tens o mundo a cair à tua volta porque enquanto estás viva, ele não te está a cair em cima. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lembra-te que contigo sou verdadeiro, mesmo quando não gostas de ouvir alguma coisa. Lembra-te que podes contar comigo para rir e para chorar. Tu sabes que estou lá quando precisares, apesar da distância física que temos entre nós. Apesar das nossas pequenas guerras, eu adoro-te. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Alexandre MM Caetano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-8390336261172413640?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/8390336261172413640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=8390336261172413640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8390336261172413640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/8390336261172413640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/03/ti.html' title='A ti...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xjq3b8NIUUA/Sc6XX8wzm0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/y3ayfx5Bgn8/s72-c/DSC01018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-4694599298670587388</id><published>2009-03-25T18:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:54:01.729Z</updated><title type='text'>Perfecta!! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v3xwCkhmies&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v3xwCkhmies&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-4694599298670587388?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/4694599298670587388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=4694599298670587388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4694599298670587388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/4694599298670587388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfecta-d.html' title='Perfecta!! =D'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-7431395991152764449</id><published>2009-03-25T18:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:15:23.428Z</updated><title type='text'>Acordo - Parte I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vamos fazer um acordo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu não te magoo, se não me magoares a mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-7431395991152764449?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/7431395991152764449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=7431395991152764449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7431395991152764449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/7431395991152764449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/03/acordo-parte-i.html' title='Acordo - Parte I'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-6232943987123859656</id><published>2009-03-22T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:01:22.631Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Finalmente, apaguei-te da minha vida a 101%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou muita contente canal caça e pesca. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-6232943987123859656?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/6232943987123859656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=6232943987123859656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/6232943987123859656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/6232943987123859656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/03/finalmente-apaguei-te-da-minha-vida-101.html' title=''/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-2760856358537368813</id><published>2009-03-22T17:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:31:01.963Z</updated><title type='text'>Não digas, faz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Porque é que não pegas em mim e me raptas por hoje ? Diz-me ao ouvido aquelas coisas desvairadas e sem nexo, mas às quais consegues dar significado. Vamos sair da nossa rotina e partir em busca de algo novo, sem destino, sem futuro, sem passado, apenas com o presente. Agarra-me na mão e ri comigo. Faz-me cócegas até eu desmaiar. Olha para mim, sem precisares de falar. Quero sentir o que estás a sentir neste momento. Agora. Não amanhã. Não falemos no amanhã. Quero que me salves hoje, amanhã é tarde demais. Não ligues ao meu feitio. Nunca fui de outra maneira. Nem sei ser. Ensina-mo. Acalma-me. Liberta-me. Não fales, mostra-me. Não preciso de ouvir, preciso de sentir. Não te deixes levar. Deixa-te ficar. Quero-te aqui. Abraça-me. Com força. Não tanta. Preciso de respirar. Dá-me espaço. Não me apertes. Mas não te afastes. Preciso de ti. É complicado. Eu sei. Eu avisei-te. Mas quiseste à mesma. Azar o teu. E sorte a minha. Será ? Quero-te. Não brinques comigo, amor. Eu não quero. Diz a verdade. Não mintas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-2760856358537368813?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/2760856358537368813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=2760856358537368813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/2760856358537368813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/2760856358537368813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao-digas-faz.html' title='Não digas, faz...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-38438491713730998</id><published>2009-03-22T10:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:39:55.187Z</updated><title type='text'>Maria Bethânia - Cheiro de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YomjAN_nAtk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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/YomjAN_nAtk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-38438491713730998?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/38438491713730998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=38438491713730998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/38438491713730998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/38438491713730998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/03/maria-bethania-cheiro-de-amor.html' title='Maria Bethânia - Cheiro de Amor'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-3389836636045763285</id><published>2009-03-21T16:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:30:08.891Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;Pára de me assombrar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-3389836636045763285?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/3389836636045763285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=3389836636045763285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3389836636045763285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/3389836636045763285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/03/para-de-me-assombrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-1538953195285429800</id><published>2009-03-20T01:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:31:24.505Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu já disse que estou farto das criticas virem do anónimo. Em relação ao ser avaliado por anónimos, mesmo sabendo quem são eles, pff... passam ao lado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sabem que um IP faz maravilhas ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-1538953195285429800?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/1538953195285429800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=1538953195285429800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/1538953195285429800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/1538953195285429800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/03/eu-ja-disse-que-estou-farto-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-2845793940846912999</id><published>2009-03-18T21:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:29:11.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu espero vir-me a arrepender do que escrevo, mas gostava de ter mais responsabilidades do que tenho. Gostava de nesta altura já ter a minha família. Já disse a brincar a um amigo meu que se fosse um boneco do jogo "The Sims" tinha aspiração à família. Queria um filho, uma casa, uma família. Queria ser grande de cabeça para já estar neste momento com uma vida estável, dentro do possível dos dias que correm. Quero crescer para poder ter isto tudo. Quero ter o mimo de uma mulher e de um filho que me venha acordar à cama todos os dias. Quero ter de proteger uma família, quero ter de me preocupar com o que comer no dia seguinte. Estou farto desta vida de "faz nenhum". Preciso de algo com ambição para me concentrar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este sou eu, possivelmente numa fase passageira, mas nunca me senti tão desejoso de alargar a minha visão como desde há 4 meses para cá.&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/8297223-2845793940846912999?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/2845793940846912999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=2845793940846912999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/2845793940846912999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/2845793940846912999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/03/eu.html' title='Eu'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-35130684723575409</id><published>2009-03-17T21:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:19:29.332Z</updated><title type='text'>Um grande som!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nLy8KrpCwQM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nLy8KrpCwQM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que eu olho...&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que eu chamo...&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que eu penso...&lt;br /&gt;Em lhe dar o meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração... (pensa que não vai ser possivel)&lt;br /&gt;De lhe encontrar... (pensa que não vai ser possivel)&lt;br /&gt;De lhe amar... (pensa que não vai ser possivel)&lt;br /&gt;De conquistá-la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão:&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você, menina...&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você...&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você, menina...&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que eu olho...&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que eu chamo...&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que eu penso...&lt;br /&gt;Em lhe dar o meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração... (pensa que não vai ser possível)&lt;br /&gt;De lhe encontrar... (pensa que não vai ser possivel)&lt;br /&gt;De lhe amar... (pensa que não vai ser possivel)&lt;br /&gt;De conquistá-la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão:&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você, menina...&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você... (juro)&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você, menina...(uuuhuuuu)&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(juro que amo, eu te amo baby, eu te amo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-35130684723575409?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/35130684723575409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=35130684723575409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/35130684723575409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/35130684723575409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-grande-som.html' title='Um grande som!!'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-2645811228910121433</id><published>2009-03-17T01:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:16:09.077Z</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M12iag-GqcU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M12iag-GqcU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-2645811228910121433?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/2645811228910121433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=2645811228910121433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/2645811228910121433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/2645811228910121433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm....'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-5111125076797018947</id><published>2009-03-16T01:06:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:37:41.004Z</updated><title type='text'>Mas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xjq3b8NIUUA/Sb2nw1zd2bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eoHNl7Lywds/s1600-h/Eu%2Bela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313587592885557682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xjq3b8NIUUA/Sb2nw1zd2bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eoHNl7Lywds/s400/Eu%2Bela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes ainda sinto necessidade de te encontrar. Tenho vontade de perder um dia para te ver nem que seja por segundos, à distância. Não é normal, eu sei, que seja atormentado, por esta personagem, mas simplesmente às vezes ainda sou. Sinto que é um caso por resolver, apesar de estar tudo mais que resolvido. Não sei o que me faz ainda ter flashes desta pessoa e muito menos ainda me vir à lembrança certas "aventuras". Já lá vão 8 anos a caminho de 9, e ainda assim, sinto-me atormentado. Gostava de perceber, minimamente, o que me fizeste para ficar assim. Gostava de ficar menos ansioso quando vou a esta praça, e de olhar menos à sua volta para ver se vejo um vulto.&lt;br /&gt;Quero conseguir dormir sem apareceres nos meus sonhos, e muito menos nos pesadelos. Quero ir à FIL e não passar mais tempo numa marca que outra, sem ser por causa dos carros. Quero ser livre a 100%, sem pensar em mais nada nem ninguém. Quero poder conseguir estar com alguém sem que me venhas à lembrança. Será isto daqueles casos que me vai seguir até ao caixão? Será que te vou associar a uma música só por causa de uma sigla? Conseguirei apagar o resto das tuas memórias que tenho guardadas na caixa de cartão?&lt;br /&gt;Tenho esperança de um dia te poder dar um olá acompanhado de um último olhar. Espero não guardar todas estas pequenas memórias na minha cabeça e que consiga, ver me livre de ti. Esta é a única coisa que não consigo explicar na minha vida e nem quem sabe de tudo, consegue. É a isto que chamo marcar uma vida, com um carimbo invisível. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Alexandre MM Caetano&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/8297223-5111125076797018947?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/5111125076797018947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=5111125076797018947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/5111125076797018947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/5111125076797018947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/03/mas.html' title='Mas...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xjq3b8NIUUA/Sb2nw1zd2bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eoHNl7Lywds/s72-c/Eu%2Bela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8297223.post-1463677077874443633</id><published>2009-03-15T01:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T02:03:07.970Z</updated><title type='text'>Outra que fica...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lS17O9nKGk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lS17O9nKGk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8297223-1463677077874443633?l=elsepulcro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/feeds/1463677077874443633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8297223&amp;postID=1463677077874443633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/1463677077874443633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8297223/posts/default/1463677077874443633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsepulcro.blogspot.com/2009/03/outra-que-fica.html' title='Outra que fica...'/><author><name>Alexandre Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005581542916287530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/555/320/1128429496_f.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
