<?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-1349668801513359569</id><updated>2011-07-29T03:00:04.692+01:00</updated><category term='Destiny'/><category term='The Curious Case of Benjamin Button'/><category term='SlumDog'/><title type='text'>O_outro_lado_da_Lua*</title><subtitle type='html'>"No, they don't know who I really am.."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-8387601688482656994</id><published>2009-10-07T14:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:30:14.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SsyX3VsampI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZLyHZl9mKzM/s1600-h/SAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SsyX3VsampI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZLyHZl9mKzM/s320/SAD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389849831027677842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...On me....&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-8387601688482656994?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/8387601688482656994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=8387601688482656994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/8387601688482656994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/8387601688482656994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain.html' title='Rain...'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SsyX3VsampI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZLyHZl9mKzM/s72-c/SAD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-3826941091592703726</id><published>2009-09-21T22:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:52:58.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Estás mais magra, não estás?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Srf1s8jdUZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YMseNqv-slA/s1600-h/magra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Srf1s8jdUZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YMseNqv-slA/s320/magra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384042032062615954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou pois!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida pode não estar a correr da melhor forma.Posso continuar na minha busca incessante de um emprego.Posso sentir que a minha vida está em 'pause' há demasiado tempo(apesar do tempo estar em 'fast foward'...).Posso sentir-me infeliz e 'in'realizada.Posso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando alguém me pergunta:"Estás mais magra não estás?Que fizeste?".Eu digo com o maior sorrisoe sem problemas nenhuns:"Estou pois!Estava-me a sentir gorda e fiz dieta." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo pode estar a acabar,a minha vida pode estar numa má fase...Mas se me perguntam se estou mais magra...Por uns segundos o mundo parece-me muito melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Claro que se a minha vida melhorasse,andasse para a frente,se eu arranjasse emprego,o sorriso era muito maior e o tempo de felicidade também.Mas sabe bem ser um pouco "fútil" e sentir-me bem com estas pequenas coisas.Aliás,é um objectivo a que me propus e alcancei (ainda falta um bocadinho,mas a maior parte está feita).Se eu consigo isto,tenho força para muito mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Claro q (ainda!) não estou como a menina da foto.Mas,sinto-me muito melhor comigo mesma.Agora é só fazer uns abdominais para a barriguinha ir ao sitio=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-3826941091592703726?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/3826941091592703726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=3826941091592703726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/3826941091592703726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/3826941091592703726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/09/estas-mais-magra-nao-estas.html' title='&quot;Estás mais magra, não estás?&quot;'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Srf1s8jdUZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YMseNqv-slA/s72-c/magra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-1778136583211207897</id><published>2009-08-25T02:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:38:16.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SpNGRKWit8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/JeSQoHDEJh4/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SpNGRKWit8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/JeSQoHDEJh4/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373716041033758658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu abrisse os braços e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixasse cair...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-1778136583211207897?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/1778136583211207897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=1778136583211207897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1778136583211207897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1778136583211207897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/08/apetece-me.html' title='E se...'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SpNGRKWit8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/JeSQoHDEJh4/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-4624961426920762868</id><published>2009-06-30T15:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:02:51.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SkopEkdFxkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uGMCs1sZ_Oo/s1600-h/pregui%C3%A7a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SkopEkdFxkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uGMCs1sZ_Oo/s320/pregui%C3%A7a.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353136265565161026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me fazer...NADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um trabalho para entregar amanhã, outro para entregar no sábado (ah pois,aulinhas ao sábado(DE MANHÃ!)que até dói...)e mais dois para entregar dia 13 e dia 20. E o que é que eu estou a fazer? A trabalhar que nem uma louca?A fazer pesquisas?A fazer leituras para os trabalhos?Naaaa....Estou a visitar blogs, que é muito mais produtivo.&lt;br /&gt;O trabalho de amanhã que espere...até amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em minha defesa, estou praticamente há uma semana sem sair de casa (para passear,ir à praia e coisas afins) e esta vai ser a minha seguda semana do género. Como é que eu posso ter vontade de trabalhar????&lt;br /&gt;Mas vá, o trabalhinho está quase todo feito, só falta escrever um texto argumentativo com todas as ideias que já passei para o pc (até já tem capa e bibliografia). O problema é fazer o texto. Estou sem inspiração (pachorra,vontade,...)para escrever cerca de 10 páginas sobre Cultura,práticas culturais e municípios. Vai-se lá perceber porquê...Um tema tão interessante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, vou voltar a olhar pela enésima vez para os apontamentos que tenho e tentar (sim,tentar...não prometo nada...)espremer um texto "bonitinho".&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá ver....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eventualmente hei-de escrever qualquer coisa.Nem que seja de madrugada, quando perceber que já não tenho muito tempo para acabar o trabalho.Funciono muito melhor sobre pressão...=p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-4624961426920762868?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/4624961426920762868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=4624961426920762868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/4624961426920762868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/4624961426920762868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/06/hoje_30.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SkopEkdFxkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uGMCs1sZ_Oo/s72-c/pregui%C3%A7a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-1885009569895349213</id><published>2009-06-28T23:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:19:37.795+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"I feel as if I'm wasted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Skf6g9fPk_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/mjjyC0PuXhs/s1600-h/71675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Skf6g9fPk_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/mjjyC0PuXhs/s320/71675.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352522126321488882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes últimos tempos não têm sido muito bons.&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida parece que estagnou. Parece que não consigo sair desta fase. E não há perspectivas de vir a melhorar tão cedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o mês que venho faço 24 anos. Ainda estou a estudar (um mestrado que não gosto), ainda vivo em casa dos meus pais, não tenho trabalho, não tenho carro e a nível amoroso as coisas não andam bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o mês que vem apetece-me tudo menos festejar. Para o mês que vem apetece passar o dia todo a dormir e só acordar quando tiver...18. É, gostava de voltar atrás no tempo. Os 18 anos foram, sem dúvida, os melhores tempos da minha vida (vá, os 16 anos também não foram maus). Sentia-me feliz, realizada e as coisas corriam mesmo bem. Nessa altura não tinha carro (nem sequer carta), vivia com os meus pais e estava a fazer uma licenciatura que não gostava. O que mudou então? Porque não me consigo sentir feliz como me sentia com 18 anos? Tinha as mesmas coisas (ou melhor, não tinha)...Porque não sou tão feliz como era nessa altura? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que, back then, eu tinha "a vida toda pela frente". Tinha sonhos e tinha idade para os sonhar. Agora, com 24 anos, só consigo pensar que não consegui realizar nada do que sonhei. Agora já não tenho idade para sonhar. Agora é/era a idade para realizar. Se lutei por realizar os meus sonhos?Lutei. Ainda luto. Mas nem sempre a vida corre como queremos, não é?E eu já começo a perder as minhas forças...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And I waste everyday..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Este texto foi pensado antes de ver a reportagem da Sic sobre pessoas com paralesia cerebral. A Rita tem 24 anos. Tem paralesia cerebral desde que nasceu. Fez a faculdade toda sem chumbar e, de momento, procura emprego e vai lançar um livro. A Rita é uma pessoa realizada e feliz. Ainda bem que ainda há sonhos que se tornam realidade. A Rita é um exemplo para todos nós e faz-me sentir vergonha do meu texto.Deviamos todos ter a coragem e força da Rita.)&lt;br /&gt;(Still, não consigo de deixar de me sentir triste e perdida...)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-1885009569895349213?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/1885009569895349213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=1885009569895349213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1885009569895349213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1885009569895349213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-as-if-im-wasted.html' title='&quot;I feel as if I&apos;m wasted...'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Skf6g9fPk_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/mjjyC0PuXhs/s72-c/71675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-1755682294661788383</id><published>2009-06-26T14:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:17:43.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Até sempre Michael.</title><content type='html'>Pode não ter sido a melhor pessoa, mas foi,sem dúvida,o melhor artista Pop de sempre.E por essa razão deixo aqui a minha homenagem. Até sempre Michael!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6JYawz-4cE&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/n6JYawz-4cE&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/1349668801513359569-1755682294661788383?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/1755682294661788383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=1755682294661788383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1755682294661788383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1755682294661788383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/06/ate-sempre-michael.html' title='Até sempre Michael.'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-4848576139616436849</id><published>2009-06-26T00:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:43:26.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E se,por me habituar à tua ausência,...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SkQLQ7zRgkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/C3HFEw-66pU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SkQLQ7zRgkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/C3HFEw-66pU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351414642781553218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...deixo de sentir a tua falta?&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-4848576139616436849?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/4848576139616436849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=4848576139616436849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/4848576139616436849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/4848576139616436849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-sepor-me-habituar-tua-ausencia.html' title='E se,por me habituar à tua ausência,...'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SkQLQ7zRgkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/C3HFEw-66pU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-9172918130926869038</id><published>2009-06-25T12:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:27:00.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se fosse uma personagem do Sexo e a Cidade,qual seria?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=200 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="115BB0" align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/sexo_cidade/index.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/sexo_cidade/images/resposta_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é Carrie: &lt;br /&gt;Você até é muito descontraída e divertida, mas no que diz respeito às relações gosta de sentir compromisso e seriedade. Ainda pensa muito no passado e isso impede-a de andar para a frente. É inteligente mas deixa-se levar pelo coração. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora pois,e por acaso até coincide.Giro,giro era ter os saptinhos todos da Carrie*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-9172918130926869038?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/9172918130926869038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=9172918130926869038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/9172918130926869038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/9172918130926869038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Se fosse uma personagem do Sexo e a Cidade,qual seria?'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-5682681420293685952</id><published>2009-06-20T23:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:03:56.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The glue that keep us together*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sj13kBDMGFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OK7UXYT3byI/s1600-h/old-couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349563393026824274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sj13kBDMGFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OK7UXYT3byI/s320/old-couple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tinha pensado escrever um post sobre o meu peso (ou a perda de algum...Yeah!=D), mas hoje, em conversa com uma amiga, fiquei a pensar em algo. E mais tarde, em conversa com outra amiga, esse assunto voltou a assaltar a minha mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Como sabemos que é para sempre?Ou melhor, o que podemos fazer para que seja (se é que podemos fazer alguma coisa...)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Claro que nunca podemos saber se é para sempre ou não. Eu, sinceramente, tenho alguma dificuldade em acreditar. Ainda não temos a capacidade de adivinhar o futuro e não podemos ter as coisas como garantidas. Podemos querer muito ficar para sempre com essa pessoa, mas a vida dá muitas voltas,as pessoas mudam,e o "sempre" torna-se num "fim"(ou o "foram felizes para sempre" em um "não te quero ver mais!"). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Será que podemos alterar isso ou algumas relações estão condenadas a terminar, independentemente do que se faça?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu tenho vários casais amigos e todos eles muito diferentes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A F. e o R. têm uma relação complicada desde o princípio. Começou com uma traição da parte dela logo no princípio do namoro.Passaram por fases em que estavam super apaixonados, mas depois a F. farta-se dele e acabava.Depois voltavam.Depois chateavam-se e voltavam a acabar. Mas era sempre ela que acabava. Cerca de três anos depois e muitos "acabar/recomeçar", o R. fartou-se e acabou com ela. Aí é que a F. finalmente percebeu como tinha agido mal. Entretanto R. curtiu com uma rapariga e F. acabou por "pagar na mesma moeda". Mesmo assim F. fartou-se de andar atrás de R, mas ele não queria nada com ela. Até que R. acabou por ceder e voltaram. Nessa altura a F. conheceu outro rapaz,acabou com R. e viveu uma história de amor fogosa durante dois meses. Depois acabou com o "amor da vida dela" e voltou para R. Agora continuam juntos, apesar de ainda acabarem e recomeçarem uma data de vezes. E já lá vão 5 anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A I. e o C. estão juntos estão juntos à cerca de 4 anos. Mas os 4 anos deles equivalem ao dobro dos casais "normais" porque desde do ano e meio/dois anos de namoro que praticamente vivem juntos. Metade da semana estão em casa dela, na outra metade estão na casa dele. Ou melhor, estavam. I. e C. recentemente arranjaram novos empregos. Isso fez com que deixassem de estar tanto tempo juntos. O que é estranho aqui não é não estarem tanto tempo juntos, mas sim isso acontecer agora, pois já ambos trabalharam antes (I. estudava e trabalhava) e isso não foi impedimento. Parece que agora à menos vontade de ambas partes. E C. era completamente doido por I. Será que é só uma fase menos boa ou I. e C., por viverem tão intensamente (e juntos) o namoro nos primeiros tempos, começaram a não terem tanta necessidade de estarem juntos?(Espero mesmo que seja a primeira hipótese e que passe rápido!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;T. e Z. estão juntos à cerca de 4anos também. O namoro teve os seus altos e baixos (como qualquer relação), mas houve várias alturas em que esteve muito tremido. T. tem um feitio difícil e amua se as vontades dela não são feitas. Z. também é um pouco mimado, mas o mal maior é mesmo ser muito preguiçoso (isso implica deixar de estar com a namorada porque não lhe apetece conduzir...). O maior problema de T. e Z. é que tem problemas na relação, mas raramente falam sobre eles ou os tentam resolver. Discutem muito, chateiam-se, mas depois agem como se nada tivesse passado. Ora, se não falam sobre o problema, ele vai continuar lá na mesma. Houve muitas alturas em que pensei que T. e Z. não fossem durar mas, a verdade, é que, mesmo depois de tudo, continuam juntos (e ainda bem..acho).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Isto tudo para mostrar como a relação mais estável (I. e C.) é aquela que apresenta mais probabilidades de não resultar, enquanto que as duas outras relações, as mais complicadas, parecem ser as que estão para durar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Será que quando as coisas correm demasiado bem é porque estão condenadas e quantos mais problemas, maior a probabilidade de durar? Ou será que as discussões frequentes "apimentam" e dão uma dinâmica diferente a uma relação?Discussão/problemas é equivalente a durabilidade da relação?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu quero acreditar que não. Até porque vivo uma relação de cinco anos bastante estável (com os seus altos e baixos, algumas chatices e discussões...Mas nada de excessivo) e gostava muito que durasse, e durasse,...Mas a verdade é que, tendo em conta os casais que conheço, está-me cá a querer parecer que a "cola", o elixir para a eternidade, o que faz durar uma relação é mesmo esta ser (meio) problemática.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não tive os melhores exemplos, se calhar não estou rodeada de muitos "foram felizes para sempre" e isso faz com que seja um pouco céptica relativa a isso. Mas a verdade é que, no fundo, gostaria muito de poder viver uma história de amor com final feliz. Se calhar já a estou a viver, se calhar não é desta, se calhar nunca será...Sabendo ou não qual é a "colinha"/o truque para a eternidade, vou vivendo. Um dia de cada vez.Até...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fotografia de: http://www.stuff.co.nz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-5682681420293685952?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/5682681420293685952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=5682681420293685952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5682681420293685952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5682681420293685952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/06/glue-that-keep-us-together.html' title='The glue that keep us together*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sj13kBDMGFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OK7UXYT3byI/s72-c/old-couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-3205949244373187327</id><published>2009-06-17T15:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:35:35.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>Hoje tinha um texto sobre o ano que passou e o ano corrente e as suas implicações na minha vida para escrever. Era triste e profundo (assim como eu).&lt;br /&gt;Esse texto foi idealizado por volta das 6 e picos da manhã, durante as minhas insónias.&lt;br /&gt;Gostei tanto do que pensei que até escrevi uma parte no telemóvel para não me esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;É, é durante as madrugadas que a musa me chama.&lt;br /&gt;Mas como a p*ta me chamou durante a madrugada toda e só consegui dormir lá pas 7 da matina, o texto fica adiado para amanhã (isto é, se a p*ta me deixar dormir hoje...).&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-3205949244373187327?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/3205949244373187327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=3205949244373187327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/3205949244373187327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/3205949244373187327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/06/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-2648438499745916703</id><published>2009-06-16T15:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:05:38.727+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há dias assim...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sje0q_u6x8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/EmyDI_wkmbs/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347941733281482690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sje0q_u6x8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/EmyDI_wkmbs/s320/sad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fácil de Entender&lt;/em&gt;, The Gift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Talvez por não saber falar de cor, Imaginei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez por saber o que não será melhor, Aproximei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu corpo é o teu corpo o desejo entregue a nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei lá eu o que queres dizer, Despedir-me de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adeus um dia voltarei a ser feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não sei, o que é sentir, se por falar falei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensei que se falasse era fácil de entender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez por não saber falar de cor, Imaginei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Triste é o virar de costas, o último adeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe Deus o que quero dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigado por saberes cuidar de mim, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tratar de mim, olhar para mim, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;escutar quem sou, e se ao menos tudo fosse igual a ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não sei o que é sentir, se por falar falei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensei que se falasse era fácil de entender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É o amor, que chega ao fim, um final assim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;assim é mais fácil de entender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não sei o que é sentir, se por falar falei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensei que se fala-se era fácil de entender."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-2648438499745916703?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/2648438499745916703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=2648438499745916703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/2648438499745916703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/2648438499745916703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/06/ha-dias-assim.html' title='Há dias assim...*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sje0q_u6x8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/EmyDI_wkmbs/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-5334903557246405062</id><published>2009-06-10T16:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:32:21.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para as minhas estrelas...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Si_R-R6w_6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/LAltSf8qJ_0/s1600-h/1231727627_estrela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345722150604046242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Si_R-R6w_6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/LAltSf8qJ_0/s320/1231727627_estrela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como uma Estrela&lt;/em&gt;, Royalistick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ei olha lá para o céu tem tantas estrelas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vá escolhe uma e pede um desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tao??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vá pede um desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um desejo?? se ou menos ainda me desses uma estrela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como uma estrela que so brilha quando quer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promete estrela vais sorrir se eu nao estiver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre por perto,que é certo nem tudo dura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a estrela mais brilhante brilha na noite mais escura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como uma estrela que so brilha quando quer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promete estrela vais sorrir se eu nao estiver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre por perto,que é certo nem tudo dura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas uma estrela brilhante brilha em qualquer noite escura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olha para o céu e escolhe a estrela mais brilhante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pede um desejo que eu peço o meu num instante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero o dom de uma palavra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um gesto como imagino,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O momento em que consigo mostrar o quanto valorizo o teu brilho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa coragem para dizer de forma que percebas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que é pelo brilho e para que brilhes sem que te esquecas que te observo se mais ninguem olhar para ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu espero que a noite caia so para puder olhar para ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem os afectos que o teu mundo ainda te nega&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sinto obrigação de te mostrar que vale a pena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brilhar por um sorriso a coisa mais pequena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja quando ja estas bem ou quando choras num telefonema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu acredito no teu brilho e em tudo o que fazes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu so te tento motivar a brilhar sem que te apagues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só quero isso mesmo quando tu te vais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu acredito e sei que consegues brilhar ainda mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como uma estrela que so brilha quando quer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promete estrela vais sorrir se eu nao estiver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre por perto,que é certo nem tudo dura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a estrela mais brilhante brilha na noite mais escura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como uma estrela que so brilha quando quer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promete estrela vais sorrir se eu nao estiver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre por perto,que é certo nem tudo dura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas uma estrela brilhante brilha em qualquer noite escura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se consegues ver o brilho que te traz a melodia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vez o suspiro no esforço que o meu rosto evidência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nao desiste porque nao é por não saber lutar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É reconhecer a estrela que o mundo nao ve brilhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o sacrificio fezme ditar más sentenças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque só queria que visses que vales mais do que tu pensas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nao quero que brilhes no coração de porta fechada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só porque as estrelas do céu a mim já nao me dizem nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu és a estrela que eu mais gosto de ver brilhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu confesso que admiro o teu brilho e o teu valorizar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só quero que brilhes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só quero que fiques feliz sem que tu retribuas ou justifiques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saibas que quem te ajuda com forçe e se preocupa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não quer nada em troca ou colocar-te em posição de culpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não deves nada e não posso ser mais sincero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando digo que um sorriso no teu rosto e tudo o que quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a promessa que sorrir ás toda a vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo que o tempo me leve ao momento da despedida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como uma estrela que mesmo depois de estinta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda brilha no céu negro de uma noite limpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nos ilumina quando o escuro nos mete medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nos fascina por saber que ali vive um segredo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando o sol se poe tudo aparece mais facil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque no escuro o teu brilho faz-te parecer menos frágil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso brilha brilha como nunca agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenhas medo de puder brilhar pelo noite fora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se isto não faz sentido tambem nao faz o que tu dizes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque tu gostas das estrelas e elas nem sabem que existes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como uma estrela que so brilha quando quer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promete estrela vais sorrir se eu nao estiver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre por perto,que é certo nem tudo dura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a estrela mais brilhante brilha na noite mais escura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como uma estrela que so brilha quando quer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promete estrela vais sorrir se eu nao estiver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre por perto,que é certo nem tudo dura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas uma estrela brilhante brilha em qualquer noite escura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como uma estrela que so brilha quando quer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promete estrela vais sorrir se eu nao estiver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre por perto,que é certo nem tudo dura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a estrela mais brilhante brilha na noite mais escura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como uma estrela que so brilha quando quer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promete estrela vais sorrir se eu nao estiver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre por perto,que é certo nem tudo dura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas uma estrela brilhante brilha em qualquer noite escura."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-5334903557246405062?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/5334903557246405062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=5334903557246405062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5334903557246405062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5334903557246405062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-as-minhas-estrelas.html' title='Para as minhas estrelas...*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Si_R-R6w_6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/LAltSf8qJ_0/s72-c/1231727627_estrela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-4657958064538831360</id><published>2009-06-08T21:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:24:14.564+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Posso não ganhar sempre,mas não desisto de lutar!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Si1zacyStiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/O0Pw3JAE5AA/s1600-h/animais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345055230999574050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Si1zacyStiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/O0Pw3JAE5AA/s320/animais.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sábado foi um muito mau dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não, não foi mais outra roupa que não(?) me serviu, não voltei a comer porcarias (até me tenho estado a portar bem), não me chateei com ninguém...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desta vez foi bem pior. Porque, ao contrário das outras coisas que magoam/doiem mas passam, esta vai deixar marca. Esta envolve a perda de uma vida de quatro patas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vou escrever toda a história (envolve tentar salvar um animal e as coisas acabarem por correr mal), porque não quero pensar mais nela (já me basta os sonhos q tenho...). Só quero poder vir aqui sempre q algo deste género aconteça para me lembrar que, apesar de nem sempre correr bem, por todas as vezes q corre, vale SEMPRE a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por todos os pequenos que salvámos, por todos os que conseguiram um lar feliz, por todos os "Touchés", "Lunas","Incas","Empas", "Xaninhas", "Piolhos","Lucas","Cucas",... e por todos os que virão aí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por mais que lutemos, nem sempre podemos ganhar todas as batalhas. Mas não desistimos de vencer a guerra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-4657958064538831360?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/4657958064538831360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=4657958064538831360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/4657958064538831360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/4657958064538831360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/06/posso-nao-ganhar-sempremas-nao-desisto.html' title='Posso não ganhar sempre,mas não desisto de lutar!*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Si1zacyStiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/O0Pw3JAE5AA/s72-c/animais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-5444558371923275698</id><published>2009-06-08T02:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:52:40.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por vezes..*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SixutgZmZMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1XuCiuiQhZI/s1600-h/Blue-Sun_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344768585852413122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SixutgZmZMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1XuCiuiQhZI/s320/Blue-Sun_sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes não sei o que se passa...parece que falta paciência e abunda má vontade/disposição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes não me apetece estar "ali".Apetece-me estar longe,bem longe de "ali".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes dá-me uma enorme vontade de discutir,gritar,piorar as coisas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não faço. Mesmo que, por vezes me dês essa vontade, prefiro acabar a conversa por ali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will be better.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-5444558371923275698?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/5444558371923275698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=5444558371923275698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5444558371923275698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5444558371923275698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/06/por-vezes.html' title='Por vezes..*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SixutgZmZMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1XuCiuiQhZI/s72-c/Blue-Sun_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-1118082517952895286</id><published>2009-06-03T16:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:30:55.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ontem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SiaW3qrhjZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PWCe0XtMReY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343123891015486866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SiaW3qrhjZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PWCe0XtMReY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem tive a brilhante ideia de ir vestir uma saia de ganga pelos joelhos, que já não usava há uns bons meses. Ontem apercebi-me que essa bendita saia que, antes (só não sei antes de quê,do quê,...) bailava na minha cintura e caia harmoniosamente nas ancas (ou seja,estava-me bastante larga,mas segurava + ou - nas ancas) agora já não dança. Agora fica "bem",nem demasiado larga nem demasiado justa. Aperta acima do umbigo e já não cai (sempre pensei que fosse de cintura descaíada). Ontem foi um muito mau dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não percebo. Antes não precisei de fazer dieta,nem sequer exercício físico. Antes estava com 60 kilos e nem sequer me sentia "não gorda". Incrível como agora vejo fotos do "antes" e penso para mim "chiça,estava mesmo com um corpo fixe.Porque é que me sentia gorda há mesma?". Agora olho-me ao espelho (às vezes...) e não me sinto assim tão gorda. Agora penso "Chiça,como é que eu posso pesar mais 10kilos (bem,agora já são menos...)e não me sentir tão gorda assim?Como é possível que roupa de "antes" me esteja tão justa ou mesmo apertada?Estou assim tão mais gorda?". Não sei se estou a passar por uma fase de negação,ou o raio que seja...Mas a verdade é que não me sinto assim tão gorda (também não me sinto magra!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero muito ir à praia, mas só de pensar em me despir entro em pânico. Mas ontem fui à praia, ontem, por causa do calor, acabei por ficar em biquini. Ontem pedi para ficarmos longe das pessoas. Ao menos assim ninguém nota. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem à noite ganhei coragem e pesei-me.Já estou praticamente na caso dos 65kilos.A meta é os 60,mas idealmente mesmo era chegar aos 55. Vamos lá ver...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem o dia começou mal,mas acabou com uma novidade agradável*&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;(Ontem descobriram destroços do avião da Air France que se despenhou.Descansem em paz.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-1118082517952895286?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/1118082517952895286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=1118082517952895286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1118082517952895286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1118082517952895286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/06/ontem.html' title='Ontem...'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SiaW3qrhjZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PWCe0XtMReY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-7101632614374015832</id><published>2009-05-28T01:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:22:28.018+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltei,voltei,voltei de lá..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sh3Y-UZ92FI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hHjHkOhP1-0/s1600-h/DSC04642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340663298272385106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sh3Y-UZ92FI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hHjHkOhP1-0/s320/DSC04642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..Ainda agora esta em A.,mas agora já estou cá!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descanso preciso e merecido. Soube a pouco (sabe sempre), mas venho de baterias carregadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E Parabéns a Nós=)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-7101632614374015832?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/7101632614374015832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=7101632614374015832&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/7101632614374015832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/7101632614374015832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/05/volteivolteivoltei-de-la.html' title='Voltei,voltei,voltei de lá..'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sh3Y-UZ92FI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hHjHkOhP1-0/s72-c/DSC04642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-1755026030451451769</id><published>2009-05-21T00:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:53:41.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansada e Farta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/ShSX95s6MuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ni1yAwfOR2U/s1600-h/statue-of-an-sad-angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338058548057879266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/ShSX95s6MuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ni1yAwfOR2U/s320/statue-of-an-sad-angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...de TUDO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-1755026030451451769?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/1755026030451451769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=1755026030451451769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1755026030451451769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1755026030451451769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/05/cansada-e-farta.html' title='Cansada e Farta...'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/ShSX95s6MuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ni1yAwfOR2U/s72-c/statue-of-an-sad-angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-8278890398789966189</id><published>2009-05-19T22:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:23:54.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fugindo da balança...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/ShMi3wUWSDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/e23CbzjRsM0/s1600-h/balan%25C3%25A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337648324622567474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/ShMi3wUWSDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/e23CbzjRsM0/s320/balan%25C3%25A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de ter comido ao pequeno-almoço (bem,para mim é mais "antes do almoço"=P) um iogurte,almoçado cereais com leite magro,lanchado um batido de morango com duas bolachas de arroz intgral com queijo e mortadela e jantado caldo verde light (a base é só cenoura e abóbora) e ainda ter bebido 2 chávenas de chá verde...Agarrei-me a um mini chocolate preto e mais umas cinco bolachas húngaras como se não houvesse amanhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Má T.!Muita má T.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai,será que não aprendo mesmo?Será que consigo largar o chocolate de vez?Será que vale mesmo a pena este sacrifício todo?Eu sei que é para o meu bem, que faz bem comer saudável e eu até gosto bastante,mas...até tenho medo de me pesar,só de pensar que posso estar com o mesmo peso e isto não tenha servido para nada..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só queria um corpinho bonito...nem era preciso ser muito magra...apenas bonito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai,ai...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-8278890398789966189?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/8278890398789966189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=8278890398789966189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/8278890398789966189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/8278890398789966189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/05/fugindo-da-balanca.html' title='Fugindo da balança...*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/ShMi3wUWSDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/e23CbzjRsM0/s72-c/balan%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-5761205964048616653</id><published>2009-05-13T21:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:07:51.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream in colours...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sgs1h_ok56I/AAAAAAAAAGI/QW6I9qagc4k/s1600-h/DSC02608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335417041684064162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sgs1h_ok56I/AAAAAAAAAGI/QW6I9qagc4k/s320/DSC02608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Dreams in Colours, David Fonseca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I dream in colours, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drift in circles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The falling angels,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The popping bubbles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream in numbers, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I count them backwards, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I see you waiting at the, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zero hours, so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exploding pumpkins, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dying flowers, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bloodsheds turns to Songs,buildings, towers... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sit on your wall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I get there first, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll drown in your love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never wake up... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never wake up... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream in colours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream in colours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream in colours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sit on your wall, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll get there first, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll drown in this love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never wake up... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never wake up..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É já na sexta-feira.E eu já estava cheia de saudades...&lt;3*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-5761205964048616653?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/5761205964048616653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=5761205964048616653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5761205964048616653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5761205964048616653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dream-in-colours.html' title='I dream in colours...*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sgs1h_ok56I/AAAAAAAAAGI/QW6I9qagc4k/s72-c/DSC02608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-5333110524215579281</id><published>2009-05-07T15:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:20:01.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Manifesto anti-dieta*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SgLt7WlOyeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/d1YZB8NPsfQ/s1600-h/dieta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333086512689891810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SgLt7WlOyeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/d1YZB8NPsfQ/s320/dieta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou farta de comer alface, farta de comer sopas, farta de almoçar legumes, farta de comer barras de cereais,bolachas e bolachinhas light,snacks e afins..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero um bom bife, quero comer chocolates até não poder mais, quero encher-me de açúcar, quero batatas fritas, quero molhos, quero bolos,..é tanta coisa que já nem sei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para compensar estes pensamentos pecaminosos todos vou ali beber um batido de leite magro com frutinhas frescas e já volto,ok? Isto é, se não desfalecer pelo caminho..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ai,ai..eu que gosto tanto do calor,já estou a abominá-lo, assim como à chegada do Verão..Roupas curtas,praia,calor,sol,biquinis...Bah..Talvez este ano volte a usar fato-de-banho (para depois me sentir uma completa parva,porque já NINGUÉM usa fato-de-banho..)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-5333110524215579281?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/5333110524215579281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=5333110524215579281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5333110524215579281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5333110524215579281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/05/manifesto-anti-dieta.html' title='Manifesto anti-dieta*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SgLt7WlOyeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/d1YZB8NPsfQ/s72-c/dieta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-323734052827745143</id><published>2009-05-04T14:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:46:51.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém me ouve?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sf7xxYdcSvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/T7FufjNqEY8/s1600-h/MAR-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331964839535069938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sf7xxYdcSvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/T7FufjNqEY8/s320/MAR-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguém me ouviu (mantém-te firme)&lt;/em&gt;, Boss AC com Mariza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não me resta nada, sinto não ter forças para lutar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É como morrer de sede no meio do mar e afogar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto-me isolado, com tanta gente à minha volta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vocês não ouvem o grito da minha revolta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choro a rir, isto é mais forte do que pensei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por dentro sou um mendigo que aparenta ser um rei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei do que fujo, mas esperança pouca me resta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É triste ser tão novo e já achar que a vida não presta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As pernas tremem, o tempo passa, sinto o cansaço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O vento sopra, ao espelho vejo o fracasso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia amanhece, algo me diz para ter cuidado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vagueio sem destino, nem sei se estou acordado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorriso escasseia, hoje a tristeza é raínha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei se a alma existe, mas sei que alguém feriu a minha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Às vezes penso se algum dia serei feliz,Enquanto oiço uma voz dentro de mim que me diz...&lt;br /&gt;Chorei&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei se alguém me ouviu&lt;br /&gt;E não sei se quem me viu&lt;br /&gt;Sabe a dor que em mim carrego&lt;br /&gt;E a angustia que se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;Ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;Não ceder nem desistir&lt;br /&gt;Eu prometo&lt;br /&gt;Busquei&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras o conforto&lt;br /&gt;Dancei no silêncio morto&lt;br /&gt;E o escuro revelou&lt;br /&gt;Que em mim a luz se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;Não ceder nem desistir&lt;br /&gt;Eu prometo&lt;br /&gt;Não há dia que não pergunte a Deus, porque é que nasci,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não pedi, alguém me diga o que faço aqui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se dependesse de mim teria ficado onde estava,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde não pensava, não existia, não chorava,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou prisioneiro de mim próprio o meu pior inimigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Às vezes penso que passo tempo demais comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olho para os lados não vejo ninguém pra me ajudar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um ombro para me apoiar, um sorriso para me animar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem sou eu? Para onde vou? Donde vim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguém me diga porque é que me sinto assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto que a culpa é minha, mas não sei bem porquê,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto lágrimas nos olhos mas, ninguém as vê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou farto de mim, farto daquilo que sou, farto daquilo que penso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostrem-me a saída deste abismo imenso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pergunto-me se algum dia serei feliz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto oiço uma voz dentro de mim que me diz...&lt;br /&gt;Chorei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não sei se alguém me ouviu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não sei se quem me viu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe a dor que em mim carrego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a angustia que se esconde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ter coragem de querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não ceder nem desistir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu prometo&lt;br /&gt;Busquei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nas palavras o conforto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dancei no silêncio morto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o escuro revelou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que em mim a luz se esconde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não ceder nem desistir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu prometo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-323734052827745143?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/323734052827745143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=323734052827745143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/323734052827745143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/323734052827745143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/05/alguem-me-ouve.html' title='Alguém me ouve?'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sf7xxYdcSvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/T7FufjNqEY8/s72-c/MAR-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-2700454143493891106</id><published>2009-04-26T03:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T03:42:37.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda bem que andei a comer sopa e legumes durante tanto tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SfPJQNxBfWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hTjg1XMhzt8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328824064519798114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SfPJQNxBfWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hTjg1XMhzt8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que é para depois vir a Páscoa e dois aniversários seguidos e ganhar os kilos que já tinha perdido com esforço,sacrifício e fome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou TÃO feliz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prevê-se tempo indetermindado de sopas,legumes e muita fominha(de novo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que bom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(E porquê?Nem eu sei muito bem...)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-2700454143493891106?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/2700454143493891106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=2700454143493891106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/2700454143493891106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/2700454143493891106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/04/ainda-bem-q-eu-andei-comer-sopinha-e.html' title='Ainda bem que andei a comer sopa e legumes durante tanto tempo...'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SfPJQNxBfWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hTjg1XMhzt8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-8606642694203647515</id><published>2009-04-20T19:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:10:08.072+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A mentira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SezIF9qIytI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mtxBzBQsRUc/s1600-h/ae70fade822bd1dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326852464048655058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SezIF9qIytI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mtxBzBQsRUc/s320/ae70fade822bd1dc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mentira tem muitos tamanhos e feitios. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há a mentira pequenina,que não magoa/faz mal a ninguém. Há a mentira grande, que implica vários aspectos,pessoas e magoa/faz mal. Há a mentirinha bondosa,que serve para ajudar alguém.Há a mentira perdoável, que, pelo seu contéudo ou finalidade,tem que ser perdoada. Há a mentira que não é bem mentira,mas que também não é bem verdade.Há a mentira por omissão, que não é mentir,mas sim omitir uma verdade.Há a mentira..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E estes são só alguns exemplos pois, certamente, existem muitos mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quais destes exemplos pode ser perdoável?Ou serão que são todos perdoáveis,se tiverem uma boa explicação/justificação?Ou será que nenhuma mentira deve ser perdoada?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A partir de que momento,ou mentira,dizemos :"Não volto a desculpar mais nenhuma mentira!"? Ou será que nunca deveriamos perdoar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma mentira, quer seja pequena,grande,maldosa ou mesmo com boas intenções, cria pequenos buracos negros nas relações (amorosas,familiares,de amigos,de trabalho,...). Buracos esses que, se não tivermos cuidado, têm tendência para crescerem. A velocidade a que crescem depende da frequência dessas mentiras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os buracos vão crescendo, a relação vai enfraquecendo e os laços com a pessoa diminuindo. Até que um dia as mentiras são tantas,os buracos são demasiados, e a relação..essa já não existe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E depois ainda nos questionamos com o que terá acontecido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que deviamos ter mais cuidado com as mentiras,mentir menos ou mentir "coisas pequeninas",ou então...hipótese mais díficil...deixar de mentir?(ou deixar de perdoar qualquer tipo de mentiras.Talvez a pessoa aprendesse que não deveria mentir).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei muito bem o que fazer em relação às mentiras, até porque ainda estou a (tentar) aprender a lidar com algumas. Nem sei sequer se este texto faz algum sentido (as usual..). Mas precisava de exorcizar este sentimento,precisava de deitar cá para fora,de tentar perceber como me sinto em relação a este assunto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdade é que não sei bem.Digo que estou a aprender a lidar com a mentira mas , a verdade, é que ainda me dói pensar nela, ainda me custa digerir que me tenham mentido (mesmo que tenha sido uma "pequenina"), custa-me perceber como as pessoas fazem promessas,não as cumprem e ainda mentem sobre isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdade é que eu também minto.No geral são daquelas "pequeninas", que não magoam ou prejudicam ninguém (ou pelos menos julgo que não). Mas são mentiras à mesma. Não sei se isso faz com que eu tenha menos direito a exigir que não me mintam, ou se perco mesmo esse direito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez se um dia deixar de dizer as mentiras pequeninas, talvez tenha direito para TE exigir que sejas sincer@ comigo, talvez tenha coragem para TE dizer como não consigo nem TE posso perdoar. Porque ainda dói,ainda magoa,ainda mexe comigo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas por agora vou tentando perceber,digerir,desculpar...&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Fotografia:“I Am Lying Pt. 1” by ~LostSnow @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lostsnow.deviantart.com/" modo="false"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LostSnow.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/1349668801513359569-8606642694203647515?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/8606642694203647515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-1546536878399411088</id><published>2009-04-20T00:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:14:13.305+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nothing as scary as a divine plan...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Seu-RXz3fyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1sDP7MhDig/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326560189954359074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Seu-RXz3fyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1sDP7MhDig/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scout Niblett, &lt;em&gt;Do You Want To Be Buried With My People&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sometimes I'm tossed and driven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sometimes I don't know where to roam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I've heard of a city called heaven &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I've started to make it my home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh soon I'll reach the glory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;where mortals no longer complain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's a ship that's coming to take me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the captain is calling my name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you want to be buried with my people, dear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;was the look in his eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can rest our bones side by side in the dirt of yonder high &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's so fun to see me being me alongside you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's how I knew the answer dear to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the look I got from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had nearly given up dear with all my fantasies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you come and crossed my path, and so here we be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how the hell did I live this long without you by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I believe it's you I've sensed and sung to all my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;arms that held me never worked before until I was held you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a grip so still and charged, oh cou cou cou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally it came around inviting us to play &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's nothing as scary as a divine plan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I wouldn't have it any other way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mystery is larger than you and me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we're drunk on faded heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but woman, I have a suspicion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you just could be my missing part &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but who the hell knows which way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the gods will pull us tomorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but honey we're writing our past right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and fear's only gonna beckon sorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giddy up love whatever is for you won't ever pass you by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you live and die in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I live and die in me each day for the rest of this life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause I am a prince &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I am a prince&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for I am my own salvation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you're my queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you're my king&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so live and die beside each other &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you want to be buried with my people, dear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;was the look in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can rest our bones side by side &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the dirt of yonder high &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's so fun to see me being me alongside you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's how I knew the answer dear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the look I got from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can rest our bones side by side"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-1546536878399411088?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/1546536878399411088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=1546536878399411088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1546536878399411088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1546536878399411088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-nothing-as-scary-as-divine-plan.html' title='There&apos;s nothing as scary as a divine plan...*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Seu-RXz3fyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1sDP7MhDig/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-5016953373779264786</id><published>2009-04-14T22:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:06:01.609+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Depré..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SeT_rSEWM3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/zljbYP1aJnU/s1600-h/fondant_chocolat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324661778508297074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SeT_rSEWM3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/zljbYP1aJnU/s320/fondant_chocolat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei se é do tempo (eu até gosto de uma chuvinha de vez em quando,mas agora um bocadinho de luz até sabia bem..), se é a minha disposição natural destes últimos tempos, se é algum desapontamento a nível pessoal e profissional, se é...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que quer que seja, é bom que vá embora depressa! É que com esta disposição só me apetece enfardar chocolates e isso não ajuda em nada a dieta..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bah..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(o facto de o "amigo" período estar a chegar não tem nada a ver,NADA mesmo...)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.:Ia pôr a imagem de um senhor jeitoso coberto de chocolate (uma alusão à tentação,pecado da gula..e porque era um senhor bonito e bem feito), mas depois vi a imagem do fondant de chocolate..mmm..a sobremesa que ando evitar fazer por causa da dieta...é mesmo o que me apetece agora.Mas eu vou resistir!Vou resistir e..comer um bombom ou uma(s) amêndoa(s) de chocolate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-5016953373779264786?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/5016953373779264786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=5016953373779264786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5016953373779264786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5016953373779264786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/04/depre.html' title='Depré..'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SeT_rSEWM3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/zljbYP1aJnU/s72-c/fondant_chocolat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-7122388935003759380</id><published>2009-04-12T23:51:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:06:16.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And then..*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SeJzZ5POn8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VpZ0M8BaeUE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323944598203965378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SeJzZ5POn8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VpZ0M8BaeUE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Quem me dera que estivesses estado lá comigo.Via as coisas e só pensava: "quem me dera que ela também estivesse aqui"."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E estava..em pensamento..mas estava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Às vezes sou um bocado injusta.Às vezes digo coisas que não sinto.Às vezes so um pouco complicada (well,sempre).Às vezes..sou como a Lua.Uma vezes mais brilhante,outras fico "obscurecida"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero nunca estar certa quando estou errada..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Overdose de chocolate.Viva a Páscoa..)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-7122388935003759380?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/7122388935003759380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=7122388935003759380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/7122388935003759380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/7122388935003759380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-then.html' title='And then..*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SeJzZ5POn8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VpZ0M8BaeUE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-2182981613655748362</id><published>2009-04-06T22:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:23:59.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes U're such a disappointement..*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sdpy39zF_8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/3gP3SVxrTZk/s1600-h/disappointment.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321692215498899394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sdpy39zF_8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/3gP3SVxrTZk/s320/disappointment.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não, hoje já não me apetece ser 'such a bitch'..tiraste-me a vontade..às vezes consegues ser mesmo uma desilusão, quando devias ser o oposto..Mas se o oposto de desilusão é iusão..Então também és tu. Este mundo azul não passa de ilusão,tudo o que tu me prometes não passa de ilusão, tudo o que somos não passa de ilusão..Ilusão que tu criaste, ilusão em que tu vives e me queres fazer viver. Mas depois aparecem estes rasgos de realidade e é aí que eu percebo..Às vezes não passas mesmo de uma (des)ilusão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas as ilusões não duram para sempre.Até quando..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Apetece-me um cigarrinho.Alguém quer partilhar um? (sim,partilhar,até porque eu não fumo...)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-2182981613655748362?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/2182981613655748362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=2182981613655748362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/2182981613655748362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/2182981613655748362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-ure-such-disappointement.html' title='Sometimes U&apos;re such a disappointement..*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sdpy39zF_8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/3gP3SVxrTZk/s72-c/disappointment.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-3481759125162772171</id><published>2009-04-06T21:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:07:35.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I'm such a bitch*..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sdpg1PbG9KI/AAAAAAAAAE4/D69q6sSonJ8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321672377481229474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sdpg1PbG9KI/AAAAAAAAAE4/D69q6sSonJ8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E hoje (espero) ainda vou ser mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(se não for hoje é amanhã,ou depois..mas vou ser..vou mesmo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUAHAHAHAHA..(Riso extremamente maléfico)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Sim, aqui continua-se a dizer impropérios&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/1349668801513359569-3481759125162772171?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/3481759125162772171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=3481759125162772171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/3481759125162772171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/3481759125162772171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-im-such-bitch.html' title='Sometimes I&apos;m such a bitch*..'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sdpg1PbG9KI/AAAAAAAAAE4/D69q6sSonJ8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-5609252875006999393</id><published>2009-04-04T15:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:27:54.022+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss U..*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SdduVqED2MI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gF_gbmA1dvU/s1600-h/miss_you_00a8dd01ad7aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320842803109157058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SdduVqED2MI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gF_gbmA1dvU/s320/miss_you_00a8dd01ad7aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Miss You, Blink 182&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"(I miss you, miss you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello there, the angel from my nightmare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shadow in the background of the morgue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can live like Jack and Sally if we want &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you can always find me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll have Halloween on Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the night we'll wish this never ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll wish this never ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I miss you, miss you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I miss you, miss you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are you and I'm so sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need somebody and always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sick strange darkness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comes creeping on so haunting every time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as I stared I counted Webs from all the spiders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catching things and eating their insides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like indecision to call youand hear your voice of treason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you come home and stop this pain tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop this pain tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't waste your time on me you're already &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The voice inside my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I miss you, I miss you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't waste your time on me you're already &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The voice inside my head &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I miss you, I miss you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I miss you, I miss you)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come home soon babe*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-5609252875006999393?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/5609252875006999393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=5609252875006999393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5609252875006999393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5609252875006999393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-u.html' title='I miss U..*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SdduVqED2MI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gF_gbmA1dvU/s72-c/miss_you_00a8dd01ad7aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-1207118434608621122</id><published>2009-04-01T14:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:24:17.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelos vistos não era...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SdNq-DGap3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7n8Ry2uF2yw/s1600-h/funny-pictures-sad-cat-blackandwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319713199071340402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SdNq-DGap3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7n8Ry2uF2yw/s320/funny-pictures-sad-cat-blackandwhite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje já é quarta-feira,mas o sentimento é o mesmo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho um buraquinho no meu coração..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(mas "caguei"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;mesmo em certas e determinadas pessoas..Pelo menos até agora).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que venha a próxima segunda..Pode ser que isto passe...(or not)*&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Sim, aqui diz-se asneiras, insultos e palavras do género.&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/1349668801513359569-1207118434608621122?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/1207118434608621122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=1207118434608621122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1207118434608621122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1207118434608621122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/04/pelos-vistos-nao-era.html' title='Pelos vistos não era...'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SdNq-DGap3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7n8Ry2uF2yw/s72-c/funny-pictures-sad-cat-blackandwhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-1775549234319249154</id><published>2009-03-30T14:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:58:26.177+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deve ser por ser 2a feira..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SdDP_OdcN0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/sElAZJJqmPA/s1600-h/SAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318979845044844354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SdDP_OdcN0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/sElAZJJqmPA/s320/SAD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje o dia está lindo, cheio de sol, as pessoas parecem mais simpáticas, os passarinhos cantam, tudo sorri e brilha, tudo emana boas vibrações..Hoje é mesmo um daqueles dias em que só apetece passear, estar com amigos, rir às gargalhadas,ser feliz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então porque raio é que eu estou com esta disposição meio blue?Porque é que só me apetece estar em casa, enfiar-me na cama e só acordar amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resquícios da desilusão de sábado?TPM?Síndrome de 2a feira?Ou tudo junto?&lt;br /&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;Desconfio que sábado tenha tido mais efeito em mim do que o devido. Estou farta de me dar às pessoas a 100% e depois receber em troca..nada. Farta de amizades voláteis, de pessoas que só aparecem quando precisam de algo, de pessoas que só pensam em si, pessoas que não respeitam ninguém, pessoas que não merecem respeito..enfim..já devia ter aprendido a lição. O problema é que continuo a dar tudo de mim a quem não merece, continuo a dar 2as (3as, 4as, 5as,..) oportunidades a quem não merece.No fundo, continuo a ser parva. Eu sei que já (me) disse isto muitas vezes, mas desta é de vez (ou espero que sim)! Para quê me dar a quem não (me)merece?Porquê dispensar esforço com quem não merece? Não..chega! More me,less you(s)..Enough is enough!..I'm sick and tired..(e uma data de frases feitas que signifiquem o mesmo). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos ver como fica tudo isto.Por mim, today is the day! (isto hoje é so sabedoria popular em inglês, hein?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O então tudo isto não passa de TPM ou de ser 2a feira..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei...mas sentir-me bem e feliz hoje não me sinto..Hoje o sol não brilha para mim*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-1775549234319249154?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/1775549234319249154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=1775549234319249154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1775549234319249154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1775549234319249154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/03/deve-ser-por-ser-2a-feira.html' title='Deve ser por ser 2a feira..'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SdDP_OdcN0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/sElAZJJqmPA/s72-c/SAD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-736278505905155750</id><published>2009-03-26T16:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:46:14.315Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/ScuxS5Wn-kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mvLl7cfwjS8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317538723232479810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/ScuxS5Wn-kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mvLl7cfwjS8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me apetece fazer nada..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quer dizer, apetece sim..e muito..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apetece-me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doormiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir..........*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-736278505905155750?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/736278505905155750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=736278505905155750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/736278505905155750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/736278505905155750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje.html' title='Hoje..'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/ScuxS5Wn-kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mvLl7cfwjS8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-6153525751460236456</id><published>2009-03-22T16:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:19:23.037Z</updated><title type='text'>A prima Vera chegou!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/ScZk_v0Ur5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kjRr6asueV4/s1600-h/spring_natura-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316047456487911314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/ScZk_v0Ur5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kjRr6asueV4/s320/spring_natura-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sun is shining,&lt;/em&gt; Bob Marley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sun is shining, the weather is sweet, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make you wanna move your dancing feet now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the rescue, here I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want you to know, yall, can you understand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the mornin gather the rainbow, yeah, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want you to know, Im a rainbow too now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the rescue, here I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want you to know, yall, can you, can you, can you understand? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sun is shining, the weather is sweet now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make you wanna move your dancing feet, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to the rescue, here I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want you to know just if you can, here I stand, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you understand me now, baby?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you believe me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(*Trocadilho realmente parvo..Mas é verdade..a Primavera chegou em força..E ainda bem)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-6153525751460236456?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/6153525751460236456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=6153525751460236456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/6153525751460236456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/6153525751460236456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/03/prima-vera-chegou.html' title='A prima Vera chegou!*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/ScZk_v0Ur5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kjRr6asueV4/s72-c/spring_natura-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-2650932980384458434</id><published>2009-03-16T23:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:01:20.940Z</updated><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sb7oPVKMsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DzntLtFFmPA/s1600-h/love.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313939960419364898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sb7oPVKMsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DzntLtFFmPA/s320/love.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela soltar um gás (vulgo pum ou peido) e ele, para ela não se sentir envergonhada, soltar outro a seguir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Amor é lindo, não é?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: história OBVIAMENTE ficcionada (ou não...)* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-2650932980384458434?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/2650932980384458434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=2650932980384458434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/2650932980384458434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/2650932980384458434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sb7oPVKMsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DzntLtFFmPA/s72-c/love.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-7166268501156122191</id><published>2009-03-12T00:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:01:16.954Z</updated><title type='text'>Its just one of those days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SbhevLglS0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ORRNEyiAf1E/s1600-h/angry_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312099925119814466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SbhevLglS0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ORRNEyiAf1E/s320/angry_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Break Stuff&lt;/em&gt;, Limp Bizkit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Its just one of those days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you don't wanna wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is fucked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody sux&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't really know why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But want justify&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rippin' someone's head off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No human contact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you interact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your life is on contract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just one of those days!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its all about the he says she says bullshit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you better quit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lettin' shit slip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its all about the he says she says bullshit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you better quit talkin that shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Punk, so come and get it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its just one of those days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feelin' like a freight train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First one to complain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaves with a blood stain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn right I'm a maniac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You better watch your back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz I'm fuckin' up your program&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if your stuck up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just lucked up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next in line to get fucked up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its just one of those days!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My suggestion is to keep your distance cuz right now im dangerous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've all felt like shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And been treated like shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All those motherfuckers that want to step up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you know I pack a chain saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll skin your ass raw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break somethin' tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you know I pack a chain saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll skin your ass raw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break somethin' tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you know I pack a chain saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll skin your ass raw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break your fuckin' face tonight!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me somethin' to break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How bout your fuckin' faceI hope you know I pack a chain saw, what!!..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Get well soon mon petit coeur*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-7166268501156122191?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/7166268501156122191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=7166268501156122191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/7166268501156122191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/7166268501156122191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Its just one of those days..'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SbhevLglS0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ORRNEyiAf1E/s72-c/angry_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-8841141350071468176</id><published>2009-03-09T00:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:42:09.370Z</updated><title type='text'>É incrível..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SbRlvXzNb6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/k9rbrKCetYw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310981725093719970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SbRlvXzNb6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/k9rbrKCetYw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..a quantidade de pessoas que apanha o comboio ao sábado de manhã (e por "manhã" entenda-se oito da matina)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, mais incrível ainda, é que eu vou passar a ser uma dessas pessoas (bye,bye às saídas de 6a-feira à noite).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Feliz Dia da Mulher (para quem liga a este dia)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-8841141350071468176?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/8841141350071468176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=8841141350071468176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/8841141350071468176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/8841141350071468176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-incrivel.html' title='É incrível..'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SbRlvXzNb6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/k9rbrKCetYw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-6444579661591042252</id><published>2009-02-26T20:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:37:16.384Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't tell anyone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sab9aemK2vI/AAAAAAAAADw/oKA9PHzoAWk/s1600-h/cigarrete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307207842234292978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sab9aemK2vI/AAAAAAAAADw/oKA9PHzoAWk/s320/cigarrete.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a dirty little secret..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I like it*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-6444579661591042252?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/6444579661591042252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=6444579661591042252&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/6444579661591042252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/6444579661591042252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-tell-anyone.html' title='Don&apos;t tell anyone..'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/Sab9aemK2vI/AAAAAAAAADw/oKA9PHzoAWk/s72-c/cigarrete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-5369590720302059912</id><published>2009-02-26T18:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:36:20.472Z</updated><title type='text'>Be Still My Heart*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SabhCAF5P5I/AAAAAAAAADo/P9fC8bPEERQ/s1600-h/boa_noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307176635403419538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SabhCAF5P5I/AAAAAAAAADo/P9fC8bPEERQ/s320/boa_noite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Be Still My Heart", The Postal Service&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was running late for work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I didn't change my shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The evening's drinks left a lingering taste in my mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were fast asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tangled in the sheets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on the bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could have sworn it was all a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it didn't happen to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I felt the scrapes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the slippery subway grate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how you laughed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At my complete lack of grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I could not recall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A more perfect fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause when I looked up into your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't hurt at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought, be still my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This could be a brand new start, with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it will be clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I wake up and you're still here with me in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought, be still my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This could be a brand new start, with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it will be clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I wake up and you're still here with me in the morning."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This could be a brand new start,with U.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be there..With me*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-5369590720302059912?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/5369590720302059912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=5369590720302059912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5369590720302059912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5369590720302059912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-still-my-heart.html' title='Be Still My Heart*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SabhCAF5P5I/AAAAAAAAADo/P9fC8bPEERQ/s72-c/boa_noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-155272487614823019</id><published>2009-02-16T01:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:29:23.329Z</updated><title type='text'>I wish..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SZjBUGvxpdI/AAAAAAAAADg/zk67f0lCCg8/s1600-h/B0000TAZIS_01__SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303201112381302226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SZjBUGvxpdI/AAAAAAAAADg/zk67f0lCCg8/s320/B0000TAZIS_01__SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running Up That Hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Placebo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It doesn't hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You want to feel, how it feels?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want to know, know that it doesn't hurt me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want to hear about the deal I'm making. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, (If I only could, be running up that hill)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and me (If I only could, be running up that hill)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I only could,Make a deal with God, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get him to swap our places&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, Be running up that building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I only could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't want to hurt me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But see how deep the bullet lies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a thunder in our hearts, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much hate for the ones we love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me, we both matter, don't we? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, (If I only could, be running up that hill)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and me (If I only could, be running up that hill)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and me, won't be unhappy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I only could, Make a deal with God, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And get him to swap our places&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be running up that road, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be running up that hill, Be running up that building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I only could Come on, baby, come on, come on, darling, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me steal this moment from you now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on angel, come on, come on, darling, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's exchange the experience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I only could, Make a deal with God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And get him to swap our places&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, With no problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I only could, Make a deal with God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'd get him to swap our places&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With no problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I only could, be running up that hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I only could, be running up that hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I only could, be running up that hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I only could, be running up that hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I only could, be running up that hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I only could, be running up that hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I only could, be running up that hill"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For just one day..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-155272487614823019?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/155272487614823019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=155272487614823019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/155272487614823019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/155272487614823019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish.html' title='I wish..'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SZjBUGvxpdI/AAAAAAAAADg/zk67f0lCCg8/s72-c/B0000TAZIS_01__SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-852886556438929146</id><published>2009-02-08T22:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:07:47.551Z</updated><title type='text'>Sempre...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SY9ltmxNIUI/AAAAAAAAADY/NBrhVyADcHA/s1600-h/sad-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300567120613810498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SY9ltmxNIUI/AAAAAAAAADY/NBrhVyADcHA/s320/sad-girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como é que sabemos que continua a valer a pena? Como é que sabemos que está na altura de deixar de lutar? Quando é que devemos deixar as armas de lado, desistir da luta e admitirmos que está na altura de desistir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto tempo é suposto não desistir? Será melhor ter e depois perder ou nunca ter tido?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto tempo dura um "para sempre"?&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-852886556438929146?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/852886556438929146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=852886556438929146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/852886556438929146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/852886556438929146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/02/sempre.html' title='Sempre...?'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SY9ltmxNIUI/AAAAAAAAADY/NBrhVyADcHA/s72-c/sad-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-8792544288580982587</id><published>2009-02-08T19:14:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:08:49.022Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SlumDog'/><title type='text'>Maybe it's written..*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SY8xzxeNJHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LkUnpnsBJFs/s1600-h/Slumdog-Millionaire-f04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510051961480306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SY8xzxeNJHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LkUnpnsBJFs/s320/Slumdog-Millionaire-f04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maravilhoso,Tocante,Suberbo,Explêndido,Emotivo,Apaixonante...E todos os sinónimos de 'Muito Bom'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uma visão cruel e crua da Índia, misturada com uma mensagem de esperança e uma história de amor ternurenta e tocante, que nos faz desejar viver um amor assim. E a banda sonora?Não podia ser mais perfeita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Antes de ver o filme já sabia que ia gostar, mas depois de o ver..Amei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'SlumDog Millionaire' é, sem dúvida alguma, o filme do ano (Sorry Benjamin!) e, um dos melhores filmes de sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jamal: "I knew you'd be watching."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Latika: "I thought we would meet only in death." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jamal: "This is our destiny."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe it is...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-8792544288580982587?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/8792544288580982587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=8792544288580982587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/8792544288580982587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/8792544288580982587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/02/maybe-its-written.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s written..*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SY8xzxeNJHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LkUnpnsBJFs/s72-c/Slumdog-Millionaire-f04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-1890335259493306891</id><published>2009-01-25T15:41:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:13:13.509Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Curious Case of Benjamin Button'/><title type='text'>Lições de Vida*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SXyKz9nIoFI/AAAAAAAAADI/JbhZZ4pIqfc/s1600-h/button1gl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295259887197528146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SXyKz9nIoFI/AAAAAAAAADI/JbhZZ4pIqfc/s320/button1gl2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'The Curious Case of Benjamin Button'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um dos melhores filmes que já vi até hoje. Uma história diferente, mas simples e muito bonita.&lt;br /&gt;Uma história que nos faz ver a vida de outra forma, que nos faz olhar para nós mesmos e pensar: "Afinal ainda vou a tempo de ser feliz.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deixo-'vos' com as melhores "memorable quotes":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daisy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Goodnight Benjamin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benjamin Button&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Goodnight Daisy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: "I was thinking how nothing lasts, and what a shame that is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Daisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: "Some things last." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daisy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:"Will you sleep with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benjamin Button&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Absolutely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: "For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benjamin Button&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Some people, were born to sit by a river. Some get struck by lightning. Some have an ear for music. Some are artists. Some swim. Some know buttons. Some know Shakespeare. Some are mothers. And some people, dance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu?..Eu danço*&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/1349668801513359569-1890335259493306891?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/1890335259493306891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=1890335259493306891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1890335259493306891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/1890335259493306891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2009/01/lies-de-vida.html' title='Lições de Vida*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SXyKz9nIoFI/AAAAAAAAADI/JbhZZ4pIqfc/s72-c/button1gl2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-592511517110223403</id><published>2008-09-19T17:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T17:13:38.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>*Someone that Cannot Love*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SNPPNNMJBHI/AAAAAAAAACg/QLI6u_vL_H8/s1600-h/a_nossa_casa_falesia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247765816602592370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SNPPNNMJBHI/AAAAAAAAACg/QLI6u_vL_H8/s320/a_nossa_casa_falesia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone That Cannot Love&lt;/em&gt;, David Fonseca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You locked up your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wake up with tears and stars in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gave it all to someone that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cannot love you back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your days are packed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With wishes and hopes for the love that you've got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You waste it all to someone that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot love you back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone that cannot love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, ain't this enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You push yourself down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You try to take comfort in words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They cannot love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't waste them like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cus they'll bruise you more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You secretly made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Castles of sand that you hide in the shade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you cannot hold the tides that break them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you build them all over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You talk all these words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make conversations that cannot be heard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long until you notice that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one is answering back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone that cannot love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, ain't this enough&lt;br /&gt;You push yourself down&lt;br /&gt;You try to take comfort in words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They cannot love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't waste them like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cus they'll bruise you more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, love, ain't this enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pushing around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You try to take comfort in words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well they cannot love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't waste them like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cus they'll bruise you more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone that cannot love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone that cannot love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone that cannot love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, ain't this enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You push yourself down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You try to take comfort in words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They cannot love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't waste them like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cus they'll bruise you more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, love, ain't this enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pushing around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To find little comfort in words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well they cannot love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't waste them like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cus they'll bruise you more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know they'll bruise you more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words they will hurt you more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words they will hurt you more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes they'll bruise you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone that cannot love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone that cannot love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-592511517110223403?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/592511517110223403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=592511517110223403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/592511517110223403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/592511517110223403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2008/09/someone-that-cannot-love.html' title='*Someone that Cannot Love*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SNPPNNMJBHI/AAAAAAAAACg/QLI6u_vL_H8/s72-c/a_nossa_casa_falesia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-7485540029792840370</id><published>2008-09-05T13:22:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:37:07.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello stranger*</title><content type='html'>O post de hoje é um bocadinho diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Não é um post de desabafo, nem sobre mim (que, qual narcisista, não tenho outro assunto para falar), mas sim um post para quem me lê. Segundo o meu contador de visitas (que só está aqui porque tem um gato engraçado como imagem), alguém (ou "alguéms") veio ao meu blog e já voltou algumas vezes. Por isso, venho convidar o "returning visitor" a, se sentir vontade para isso, exprimir-se e dizer de sua justiça. Este é um blog de desabafos e a sua existência deve-se à minha grande vontade e necessidade de desabafar. Portanto, se alguém sentir necessidade de fazer o mesmo, sinta-se à vontade para o fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes é bom partilhar os desabafos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje acabo o meu post com um cumprimento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja bem-vindo ao meu cantinho.Volte sempre*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-7485540029792840370?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/7485540029792840370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=7485540029792840370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/7485540029792840370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/7485540029792840370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-stranger.html' title='Hello stranger*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-3874227939145415019</id><published>2008-09-04T21:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:35:51.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes, só às vezes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SMBGfml-CmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/__SDVwuHmo4/s1600-h/My_Moon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242267475008948834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SMBGfml-CmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/__SDVwuHmo4/s320/My_Moon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..gostava de ser outra pessoa e ter outra vida, gostava de poder mudar o Mundo, gostava de ter "aquele" corpo perfeito, gostava que o meu nariz fosse mais pequeno, gostava de poder salvar todos os animais em risco, gostava de ajudar todas as pessoas que precisam, gostava de ter olhos verdes, gostava de poder fazer a diferença, gostava de desaparecer, gostava de fazer uma mudança radical na minha vida, gostava de ter nascido noutro país, gostava de ter uma quinta onde pudesse acolher todos os animais abandonados, gostava de não ser tão "frágil" (fraca?), gostava de ter uma vida mais animada, gostava de ir à Lua e ficar por lá, gostava de poder resolver todos os problemas do Mundo, gostava de não ser viciada em chocolate, gostava de não ser tão preguiçosa, gostava de fazer férias em sítios paradisíacos, gostava de viver pertinho do mar, gostava de não ser eu, gostava de..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..Demasiadas vezes..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-3874227939145415019?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/3874227939145415019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=3874227939145415019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/3874227939145415019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/3874227939145415019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2008/09/s-vezes-s-s-vezes.html' title='Às vezes, só às vezes..'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SMBGfml-CmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/__SDVwuHmo4/s72-c/My_Moon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-5067928817069639100</id><published>2008-08-30T01:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:26:55.665+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amig@ Procura-se..</title><content type='html'>Nunca me senti tão sozinha como agora..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre estive rodeada de &lt;a href="mailto:muit@s"&gt;muit@s&lt;/a&gt; amig@s e conhecidos..Sempre fui uma pessoa relativamente popular..Mas, há uns tempos para cá, tempos em que as coisas foram ficando menos boas, esse número foi diminuindo..Tenho algumas pessoas especiais, as de sempre, mas, a verdade, é que nada é como era dantes..Parece que, à medida que a vida vai correndo menos bem, eu vou ficando menos bem, eu vou me tornando uma pessoas menos animada e, consequentemente, menos "apelativa" e as pessoas vão-se afastando..As saudades que eu tenho de estar rodeada de amigos, de ter o telemóvel constantemente a tocar..a falta que me faz uma melhor amiga, aquela pessoa a quem nada se esconde e tudo se conta.Se calhar o meu mal é mesmo esse, ouvir em demasia e falar pouco. Pelos vistos algumas pessoas também gostam de ouvir. Mas falar do mal que me atormenta? Rara vezes o faço e, quando o faço, falo muito pouco. Ou então desbobino tudo com uma pessoa conhecida,não amiga. É tão mais fácil falar com que não nos conhece ou conhece mal..Não nos julgam, não tentam ajudar/meter-se em demasia e também não comentam o assunto com ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora apetecia-me falar com alguém...mas não há ninguém a quem eu possa recorrer. Quer dizer, há..há sempre "aquele alguém". Mas não o quero aborrecer mais com isto e também não quero que se preocupe. Sei como ele se preocupa comigo e como lhe custa estar longe e nem sequer me poder confortar. Aquele abraço vale mais que mil palavras de conforto.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu queria mesmo era uma amiga. Uma amiga com quem pudesse ir beber uns copos e esquecer isto tudo por uns momentos.Na falta da amiga sempre posso beber sozinha. Mas fica sempre a faltar as parvoíces e as risadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais provável é que eu me tenha tornado uma pessoa daquelas com quem as pessoas vão beber um cafézinho e juram para nunca mais. Não que eu seja depressiva ou algo do género..Mas a verdade é que sinto que não há assim tanta gente a fazer questão da minha companhia. O telemóvel quase já não toca e os programas e saídas são quase inexistentes.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto mesmo falta de ter "aquela amiga"..A falta que me faz agora..a falta que me faz a minha vida de antes. A verdade é que não sei muito bem quando é que começou o depois..Mas antes era muito melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este texto está confuso e não faz muito sentido..Assim como os meus pensamentos e o que me vai no coração..Mas precisava mesmo de desabafar. Na falta da amiga, sempre posso "despejar" os meus pensamentos aqui. De qualquer maneira, ninguém vai julgar ou comentar. Não era isso mesmo que eu queria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de ser eu...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nota: Este texto foi escrito sob o efeito de TPM. Algum exagero emocional que possa contar é justificado por este facto.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-5067928817069639100?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/5067928817069639100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=5067928817069639100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5067928817069639100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/5067928817069639100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2008/08/amig-procura-se.html' title='Amig@ Procura-se..'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-2648644869707091667</id><published>2008-08-28T12:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:16:12.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia o Amor disse ao Ódio: "Porque me odeias tanto?"..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SLaW74W6gkI/AAAAAAAAACI/vAxJ78afTyE/s1600-h/love+is_commitment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239541171977093698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SLaW74W6gkI/AAAAAAAAACI/vAxJ78afTyE/s320/love+is_commitment.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltaste a fazer asneira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de tudo o que já fizeste, depois de tudo o que aconteceu, ainda achas que fazer mais asneiras é a solução?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não percebo o que te vai na cabeça..quer dizer..eu sei o que te vai na cabeça..Mas será que só pensas nisso?Não vês mais nada à frente?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, e este "mas" custa-me tanto, apesar de tudo, não consigo deixar de ter pena de ti..Vejo-te triste, de cabeça baixa, como um canito que sabe que fez asneira e espera que as orelhas em baixo e os olhinhos tristes façam com que o dono tenha pena e esqueça a asneira..Mas a tua asneira foi demasiado grande e durou demasiado tempo (toda a minha adolescência..). E queres mesmo que tenhamos pena de ti? Bem, isso já conseguiste há algum tempo..É impossível não ter pena de ti. Perdido na tua obssessão, perdido na tua vida dupla, perdido na vida..Sabes que um dia vais ficar sozinho, não sabes? Nada dura para sempre..E depois, o que vai ser de ti?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este turbilhão de sentimentos mata-me por dentro...pode-se odiar e amar ao mesmo tempo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..."Porque um dia Amei-te demais.."*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-2648644869707091667?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/2648644869707091667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=2648644869707091667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/2648644869707091667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/2648644869707091667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2008/08/um-dia-o-amor-disse-ao-dio-porque-me.html' title='Um dia o Amor disse ao Ódio: &quot;Porque me odeias tanto?&quot;..'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SLaW74W6gkI/AAAAAAAAACI/vAxJ78afTyE/s72-c/love+is_commitment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-6737484737517951430</id><published>2008-08-25T00:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:35:59.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Come on girl,a dream is your world.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SLHwTligewI/AAAAAAAAACA/4A5x95ocFm0/s1600-h/DSC02862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238232060893625090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SLHwTligewI/AAAAAAAAACA/4A5x95ocFm0/s320/DSC02862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De volta à realidade..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duas semanas de sonho..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem me dera não ter (que ter) acordado..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhar é tão mais fácil e sabe tão melhor..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream on girl..The dream is (my) world..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-6737484737517951430?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/6737484737517951430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=6737484737517951430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/6737484737517951430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/6737484737517951430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2008/08/come-on-girla-dream-is-your-world.html' title='&quot;Come on girl,a dream is your world..&quot;'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SLHwTligewI/AAAAAAAAACA/4A5x95ocFm0/s72-c/DSC02862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-178515576785960014</id><published>2008-08-10T21:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:09:32.691+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream on Girl*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SJ9WVephN8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/huc04LFWaX4/s1600-h/DSC02742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232996219032254402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SJ9WVephN8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/huc04LFWaX4/s320/DSC02742.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SJ9WVephN8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/huc04LFWaX4/s1600-h/DSC02742.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream on girl, Rita Red Shoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dream on girl, dream on girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see you sleep tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’re up and down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You hit the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And time is drifting trough your fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can’t find your dreams tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And make your lover come back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don’t know, you are on your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ll choose the best days for your sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come back to see the day you lost your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And odd your hopes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ll take you to see the sunrise and try to catch your ghost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on girl, a dream is your world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sins you see are in your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The words that you speak are here in my ear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i can hear you falling downTake a breath to see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can wait for you to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live your live with no hopes but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you still believe…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come back to see the day you lost your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And odd your hopes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ll take you to see the sunrise and try to catch your ghost"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca desistindo de sonhar..Até porque..não me resta mais nada..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-178515576785960014?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/178515576785960014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=178515576785960014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/178515576785960014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/178515576785960014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2008/08/dream-on-girl.html' title='Dream on Girl*'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SJ9WVephN8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/huc04LFWaX4/s72-c/DSC02742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-4080864575161968143</id><published>2008-08-08T22:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:07:20.272+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma vez..Desilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SJzDb1XKAEI/AAAAAAAAABw/GAqlOn_JceE/s1600-h/Moon_sailor2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232271750045761602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SJzDb1XKAEI/AAAAAAAAABw/GAqlOn_JceE/s320/Moon_sailor2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho muito para dizer sobre o que aconteceu,nem tu mereces que eu gaste palavras contigo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas..preciso de deitar cá para fora estes pensamentos que me corróiem o coração há anos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltaste a fazer o mesmo..o mesmo de há semanas atrás,meses atrás,anos atrás...Um fim de infância e toda uma adolescência recheada de desilusões..Mas desta vez não me escondi..desta vez eu enfrentei-te..E de que me valeu?Um coração ainda mais pequenino,uma dor ainda maior..Uma vida de constante desilusões e humilhações..Não é só a Ela que humilhas...é a mim também..é a mim que humilhas mais..apesar de tudo,sempre tive fé que mudasses..apesar de tudo, nunca pensei que chegasses tão longe..Mas desta vez conseguiste superar-te..Desta vez a desilusão foi maior..foi 'A' maior..Não quero mais falar contigo, não te quero ver mais..Mataste toda a esperança (por mais ínfima que fosse) que tinha em ti..Mas eu já devia saber...Pau que nasce torto,tarde ou nunca se endireita..Tu nunca vais mudar,vais ser sempre assim..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu..eu vou conseguir ultrapassar isto..já sou uma menina crescida...vou seguir em frente..Mas não te quero como companhia no caminho da minha vida..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje mataste toda a esperança que tinha em ti..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be daddy's girl...Not anymore..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1349668801513359569-4080864575161968143?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/4080864575161968143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1349668801513359569&amp;postID=4080864575161968143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/4080864575161968143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1349668801513359569/posts/default/4080864575161968143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com/2008/08/mais-uma-vezdesiluso.html' title='Mais uma vez..Desilusão'/><author><name>Lua*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09079073786920630106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SJzDb1XKAEI/AAAAAAAAABw/GAqlOn_JceE/s72-c/Moon_sailor2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349668801513359569.post-572533683941664494</id><published>2008-08-03T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:06:59.835Z</updated><title type='text'>Apresentações..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SJYu1ZgRauI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mcIGaUtnmfI/s1600-h/Moon_tree.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230419512151599842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-mCvSvbHid0/SJYu1ZgRauI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mcIGaUtnmfI/s320/Moon_tree.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Visto este ser o primeiro post, achei que ficava bem começar por me apresentar. Isto, apesar de não estar à espera que alguém "me leia"..A intenção deste blog é só..Desabafar.."Mostrar" o outro lado da Lua, o meu lado que ninguém conhece..Aquele que escondo por ser demasiado obscuro..Por vezes é preciso mandar tudo cá para fora, mesmo que não haja alguém que nos ouça..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E nada melhor que a letra de uma música para ajudar na descrição desta Lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my favorites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creep, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Radiohead&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you were here before, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Couldn't look you in the eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just like an angel, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your skin makes me cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You float like a feather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a beautiful world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I was specia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lYou're so very special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't belong here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't care if it hurts, I wanna have contro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to notice when I'm not around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so very specialI wish I was special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm a creep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's running out the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's running out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She run run run run...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;run...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever makes you happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so very specialI wish I was special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't belong hereI don't belong here...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É, sou uma Lua muito complicada e com um lado bastante obscuro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/1349668801513359569-572533683941664494?l=other-side-of-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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