<?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-35199956</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:34:26.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind in Motion</title><subtitle type='html'>Cause it's a bitter sweet symphony this life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-718444798245476640</id><published>2009-01-23T19:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:20:24.210Z</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Symphony</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zx3m4e45bTo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-3627278352994888068</id><published>2008-12-08T16:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:47:24.453Z</updated><title type='text'>Última dança</title><content type='html'>There is no pain, you are receding&lt;br /&gt;A distant ships smoke on the horizon&lt;br /&gt;You are only coming through in waves&lt;br /&gt;Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child I had a fever&lt;br /&gt;My hands felt just like two balloons&lt;br /&gt;Now I got that feeling once again&lt;br /&gt;I cant explain, you would not understand.&lt;br /&gt;This is not how I am&lt;br /&gt;I have become comfortably numb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wtiNzci1Wc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/0wtiNzci1Wc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até à próxima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-3627278352994888068?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/3627278352994888068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/3627278352994888068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2008/11/ltima-dana.html' title='Última dança'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-7898446808221294603</id><published>2008-11-26T02:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T03:03:41.528Z</updated><title type='text'>Eco</title><content type='html'>Não me apetece falar.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho assunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me faltou assunto,&lt;br /&gt;Do sorriso ao brilho dos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;A ambição, a voz, a musica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me a voz,&lt;br /&gt;Não pelo aperto da garganta, mas pelo pó que cobre tudo&lt;br /&gt;Pela surdina que abafa o som,&lt;br /&gt;Pela cortina que mata as cores. Que desfoca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camada a camada, terraplanada,&lt;br /&gt;E um surpreendente vazio que enche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-7898446808221294603?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/7898446808221294603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/7898446808221294603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2008/11/eco.html' title='Eco'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-860502224060429562</id><published>2008-10-15T21:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:56:31.291+01:00</updated><title type='text'>«Fata Morgana»</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/SPZYTbeyV0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/69efQf64FJc/s1600-h/IMAGE_039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257486705819277122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/SPZYTbeyV0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/69efQf64FJc/s400/IMAGE_039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/35199956-860502224060429562?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/860502224060429562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/860502224060429562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2008/10/fata-morgana.html' title='&lt;i&gt;«Fata Morgana»&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/SPZYTbeyV0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/69efQf64FJc/s72-c/IMAGE_039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-7659635429296793060</id><published>2008-09-06T00:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T03:56:26.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário do melhor dia da minha vida (cont.)</title><content type='html'>Não contava dizer-lhe que a amava.&lt;br /&gt;Foi estranho não o ter planeado. Talvez o devesse ter feito.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez devesse ter feito um plano.&lt;br /&gt;Não. Talvez acabasse por não lho dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tivesse sido melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Teria sido melhor?&lt;br /&gt;Estes minutos ninguém mos tira.&lt;br /&gt;Estou completamente nu, não tenho nada a esconder.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho sempre algo a esconder, hoje não.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou livre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho muito tempo. Talvez devesse ter mais tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Não lancei o meu jogo, pousei-o na mesa. Mostrei-o.&lt;br /&gt;Tive pretensões de mudar o mundo, a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o tenha feito. Talvez tenha sido hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijá-la...&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de a ter beijado.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo. O beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Uma mão sem trunfos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um bilhete para Lisboa" ; (Por favor, não mo dê)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não o devesse ter pedido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-7659635429296793060?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/7659635429296793060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/7659635429296793060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2008/09/dirio-do-melhor-dia-da-minha-vida-cont.html' title='Diário do melhor dia da minha vida (cont.)'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-6631723403110072843</id><published>2008-08-15T04:57:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T05:03:22.019+01:00</updated><title type='text'>15/8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/SKT-6qCAhDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Nb9DoMN2M2Y/s1600-h/Aeroporto+de+Lisboa+-+de+noite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234588950579938354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/SKT-6qCAhDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Nb9DoMN2M2Y/s400/Aeroporto+de+Lisboa+-+de+noite.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Portela&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Aeroporto de Lisboa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-6631723403110072843?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/6631723403110072843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/6631723403110072843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2008/08/158.html' title='15/8'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/SKT-6qCAhDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Nb9DoMN2M2Y/s72-c/Aeroporto+de+Lisboa+-+de+noite.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-7262224794703603575</id><published>2008-07-13T23:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:53:37.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Matem-me noutro dia</title><content type='html'>Estou embalado e o copo acompanha-me no movimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não há atrito, hoje não há nada&lt;br /&gt;Não me tentem parar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje... hoje não.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a musica está perfeita&lt;br /&gt;Sou a melhor pessoa do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sobre mim um foco de luz gigante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte dos meus sonhos são também os meus pesadelos, eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Mas vão ter de ficar para outro dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-7262224794703603575?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/7262224794703603575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/7262224794703603575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2008/06/matem-me-noutro-dia.html' title='Matem-me noutro dia'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-8786145246489539406</id><published>2008-04-15T04:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T04:27:36.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário do melhor dia da minha vida (cont.)</title><content type='html'>Custa-me tanto deixa-la ali, custa-me tanto ir embora...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena de já não conseguir enganar mais o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Agarrar-lhe a mão e voltar para trás&lt;br /&gt;Ver os ponteiros do relógio em regressão,&lt;br /&gt;E o sol a levantar a poente.&lt;br /&gt;Viver tudo de novo, como nos filmes&lt;br /&gt;Uma, outra e outra vez sem nunca mudar nada.&lt;br /&gt;Nada, apenas a despedida.&lt;br /&gt;Sussurrar-lhe um&lt;em&gt; "até breve"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subir para a automotora com o maior sorriso do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Numa enorme festa, com toda a multidão a aplaudir faustosamente&lt;br /&gt;E vê-la feliz, a rir, enquanto tudo desaparece lentamente na paisagem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na hora de partir disfarço a tristeza num sorriso&lt;br /&gt;E da automotora observo-a ininterruptamente como se fosse a ultima vez.&lt;br /&gt;Espero nunca duvidar que estive aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixá-la aqui&lt;br /&gt;Vou mesmo deixá-la aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo pensar em mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser tudo como o leve acordar de um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Vai correr tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos vou pensar que sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda...&lt;br /&gt;É maior que o mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-8786145246489539406?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/8786145246489539406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/8786145246489539406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2008/04/dirio-do-melhor-dia-da-minha-vida-cont.html' title='Diário do melhor dia da minha vida (cont.)'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-4772939843748197536</id><published>2008-01-07T20:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:31:17.782Z</updated><title type='text'>Fugir</title><content type='html'>Vamos fugir.&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo sempre isto, vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Mas digo-o de coração.&lt;br /&gt;Fugir por aí, como se não fossesmos mais que correntes de ar,&lt;br /&gt;E esquecer o mundo; eu vou esquecer o meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;E afundar-me no castanho dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Onde parece existir uma alma maior que duas da minha&lt;br /&gt;Esse sitio onde me sinto em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me fugir daqui, &lt;br /&gt;Eu penso sempre isso, em fugir daqui&lt;br /&gt;Fugir e voar, como se não fosse nada,&lt;br /&gt;Ver tudo pequenino lá de cima.&lt;br /&gt;E esquecer, simplesmente esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Porque não tenho os teus olhos para me afundar&lt;br /&gt;Nem alma para me sentir em casa, nem nada.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas a vontade de fugir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-4772939843748197536?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/4772939843748197536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/4772939843748197536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2008/01/fugir.html' title='Fugir'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-5267796939366780708</id><published>2007-11-13T20:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:00:50.981Z</updated><title type='text'>1ª lição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes you look so small, need some shelter&lt;br /&gt;Just runnin' round and round, helter skelter&lt;br /&gt;And I've leaned on me for years&lt;br /&gt;Now you can lean on me&lt;br /&gt;And that's more than love, that's the way it should be&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't change the way you feel&lt;br /&gt;But I can put my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;That's just part of the deal&lt;br /&gt;That's the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'll put my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand in front of you&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the force of the blow&lt;br /&gt;Protection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Protection&lt;/em&gt; ; &lt;strong&gt;Massive Attack&lt;/strong&gt; (1994)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-5267796939366780708?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/5267796939366780708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/5267796939366780708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-lio.html' title='1ª lição'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-719222477047780339</id><published>2007-10-27T04:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:08:12.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Diário do melhor dia da minha vida (cont.)</title><content type='html'>Naquele dia...não sei,&lt;br /&gt;Naquele dia nasci de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Se me perguntassem seria isto que diria,&lt;br /&gt;Uma definição máxima do momento.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ali estava longe de o sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Estava longe de sentir o que quer que fosse.&lt;br /&gt;O laranja do pôr do sol domina-me o olhar&lt;br /&gt;Penetra na automotora como um foco.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me como um fugitivo. E eles percebem-no.&lt;br /&gt;Os rostos sisudos de todos, na banalidade das suas vidas...&lt;br /&gt;Estão diantes da pessoa mais feliz do mundo, saberão eles isso?&lt;br /&gt;Os sorrisos nervosos surgem, embalados pelo pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Um filme de fotografias com som, no melhor fim de tarde da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o olhar dela surge muitas vezes. Adoro-o.&lt;br /&gt;Se houve momentos em que me senti grande, no meu metro e setenta e oito de altura,&lt;br /&gt;Um deles aconteceu precisamente ali, sozinho, mas mais acompanhado que nunca.&lt;br /&gt;O destino aproxima-se a 80 quilometros por hora.&lt;br /&gt;A mente viaja um pouco mais rápido que isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em breve chegarei a Alfarelos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-719222477047780339?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/719222477047780339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/719222477047780339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2007/10/naquele-dia.html' title='Diário do melhor dia da minha vida (cont.)'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-6053715339588764752</id><published>2007-09-24T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:44:27.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«&lt;strong&gt;Amor&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;s. m. paixão; afecto; inclinação&lt;/em&gt;.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A razão de cometer as maiores loucuras do mundo, sem nunca olhar as consequencias, de sonhar, de sorrir, de querer gritar ser a pessoas mais feliz do mundo...e sê-lo, de verdade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-6053715339588764752?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/6053715339588764752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/6053715339588764752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2007/09/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-6773658637323316600</id><published>2007-06-01T02:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T03:08:59.768+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O preço de um sorriso</title><content type='html'>Sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir com a alma e ganhar o dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando foi a ultima vez que sorriu&lt;br /&gt;Ao ponto de esquecer as horas e todas as outras coisas,&lt;br /&gt;Coisas de que não se esquece&lt;br /&gt;De todas as outras vezes que não sorri assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda consigo sorrir dessa forma,&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar-me de um sorriso e sorrir que nem um perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É talvez isso que me entristece,&lt;br /&gt;Ter de me recordar para sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda assim vou sorrindo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-6773658637323316600?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/6773658637323316600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/6773658637323316600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-preo-do-sorriso.html' title='O preço de um sorriso'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-3941509076081051429</id><published>2007-04-27T12:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T02:52:12.577+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias</title><content type='html'>Uma manhã, uma tarde, uma noite&lt;br /&gt;Uma manhã, uma tarde, uma noite&lt;br /&gt;Uma manhã, uma tarde, uma noite&lt;br /&gt;E um dia, outro e outro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi tanta coisa por aqui, não foi?&lt;br /&gt;Num ritmo prepetuo de dias, de horas&lt;br /&gt;Essa suprema instancia do tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma manhã, uma tarde, uma noite&lt;br /&gt;Mais asperos do que dantes&lt;br /&gt;Com uma felicidade mais limitada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi tanta coisa entre um dia e o outro&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei bem quando, nem sei bem o quê&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto a sua falta.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto pois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma manhã, uma tarde, uma noite&lt;br /&gt;Um dia e outro e outro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-3941509076081051429?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/3941509076081051429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/3941509076081051429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2007/04/dias.html' title='Dias'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-7879002001442164348</id><published>2007-03-23T18:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-23T19:43:05.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Diário do melhor dia da minha vida</title><content type='html'>Saio da automotora, desço para a plataforma. &lt;br /&gt;Vazia.&lt;br /&gt;Estou em Alfarelos.&lt;br /&gt;Não disse uma palavra desde que parti, sinto-me parcialmente paralisado.&lt;br /&gt;O dia de hoje atingiu-me com a força de um murro e deixou-me seguir viagem.&lt;br /&gt;Não há muitos dias assim.&lt;br /&gt;Caminho um pouco, sento-me num banco.&lt;br /&gt;Estou em Alfarelos, ali, no meio do nada.&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo construir um pensamento lógico,&lt;br /&gt;A minha mente interrompe-se constantemente.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me a pessoa mais feliz do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a pessoa mais feliz do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse que a amava. Disse que a amava.&lt;br /&gt;Assim...&lt;br /&gt;Podia jurar que estou a pairar, que só não o faço porque não me apetece.&lt;br /&gt;Daria demasiado nas vistas.&lt;br /&gt;Estou em Alfarelos. Nunca estive, não conheço, mas estou aqui. Hoje.&lt;br /&gt;O Alfa Pendular rompe por momentos as fracas linhas de raciocinio.&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez sei que não sei o que vem a seguir&lt;br /&gt;E sinto-me tão bem...&lt;br /&gt;Podia morrer, aqui, sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Nesta estação, neste banco, com todo este frio...que morria feliz.&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa mais feliz do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho mais nada para fazer. &lt;br /&gt;Já me perdi em inumeros esboços de sorrisos estupidos.&lt;br /&gt;Em breve deixarei Alfarelos, precisamente no lugar onde o encontrei.&lt;br /&gt;No comboio estico as pernas no banco da frente e tento não adormecer.&lt;br /&gt;A realidade está a 200km daqui, como sempre.&lt;br /&gt;O barulho das travessas é o meu companheiro de viagem.&lt;br /&gt;Como se guarda um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;A sério, como?&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa está igual, iluminada por uma noite comum.&lt;br /&gt;Já a vida está diferente,&lt;br /&gt;Como uma tarde de verão ao pôr do sol&lt;br /&gt;Com tudo a que se tem direito num dos melhores dias da nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;A vida...&lt;br /&gt;A vida vale por dias assim.&lt;br /&gt;Como se guarda um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de guardar um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, este dia. Hoje. Ela.&lt;br /&gt;Alguem me diz como guardar um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;Com todos aqueles pormenores que nos fazem rir.&lt;br /&gt;Quero guardá-lo assim.&lt;br /&gt;E sentir-me a pessoa mais feliz do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque fui.&lt;br /&gt;E porque sou sempre que me lembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Alfarelos nada de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas aqui está sempre aquele sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a isto que sabe a liberdade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-7879002001442164348?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/7879002001442164348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/7879002001442164348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2007/03/dirio-do-melhor-dia-da-minha-vida.html' title='Diário do melhor dia da minha vida'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-116546322527625030</id><published>2006-12-07T03:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T04:10:03.990Z</updated><title type='text'>Blueprint</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Vou dizer-te o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Dizer-te que és importante para mim&lt;br /&gt;E vais olhar para mim daquela maneira&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou esquecer-me de tudo o resto&lt;br /&gt;As horas vão durar dias&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou sentir-me livre&lt;br /&gt;Indestrutível&lt;br /&gt;Vou querer dar-te a mão&lt;br /&gt;E acompanhar-te para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Fugir por aí&lt;br /&gt;E dizer-te que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Dizer-te que te adoro&lt;br /&gt;Que és o meu dia e a minha noite&lt;br /&gt;E as horas vão passar&lt;br /&gt;E o teu sorriso virá comigo&lt;br /&gt;O toque da tua pele&lt;br /&gt;O teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou sonhar estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;De noite e de dia&lt;br /&gt;Vou querer rir contigo&lt;br /&gt;Vou querer ser teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;u sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-116546322527625030?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/116546322527625030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/116546322527625030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2006/12/blueprint.html' title='Blueprint'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-116434244715305910</id><published>2006-11-24T03:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-24T04:27:27.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Por aqui...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/983/366/1600/227977/Bird%20Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/983/366/400/380396/Bird%20Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Andava por aqui, por aqui fiquei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As horas não são decentes, os meus olhos gritam de cansaço.&lt;br /&gt;As minhas mãos não estão como de antes, adormecem mais nas esquinas do pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;E perdem-se...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A memoria ainda funciona&lt;br /&gt;Lento mas suave voo pelas imagens, as minhas imagens, os meus flashes&lt;br /&gt;Uma extensão de um qualquer ontem&lt;br /&gt;Diferente de um outro amanhã cinzento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que os sonhos morrem.&lt;br /&gt;Eu guardo-os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que a beleza está na incerteza da vida&lt;br /&gt;E eu acredito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-116434244715305910?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/116434244715305910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/116434244715305910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2006/11/por-aqui.html' title='Por aqui...'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-116407646957857383</id><published>2006-11-21T02:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T02:34:29.613Z</updated><title type='text'>Luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/983/366/1600/871817/Lisboa%20e%20a%20luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/983/366/400/162459/Lisboa%20e%20a%20luz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não me empurrem, não me apressem,&lt;br /&gt;Tenham calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é de novo a um passo de cada vez,&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-116407646957857383?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/116407646957857383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/116407646957857383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2006/11/luz.html' title='Luz'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-116179984012366456</id><published>2006-10-25T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:32:07.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/983/366/1600/IMAG0565-5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/983/366/400/IMAG0565-5.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The winning days are gone&lt;br /&gt;Because I know just where I'm seeing&lt;br /&gt;Was given eyes I know&lt;br /&gt;I can hear&lt;br /&gt;Cause underneath there's gold&lt;br /&gt;I need to get around to find it&lt;br /&gt;And when I want to go&lt;br /&gt;I can dream&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying&lt;br /&gt;All my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just seeing it rise&lt;br /&gt;Cause it could be the land that's over me&lt;br /&gt;So I just wanna let it breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winning days are gone&lt;br /&gt;Because I know just where I'm seeing&lt;br /&gt;Was given eyes I know&lt;br /&gt;I can hear&lt;br /&gt;Cause underneath there's gold&lt;br /&gt;I need to get around to find it&lt;br /&gt;And when I want to go&lt;br /&gt;I can dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying&lt;br /&gt;All my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just seeing it rise&lt;br /&gt;Cause it could be the land that's over me&lt;br /&gt;So I just wanna let it breathe for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get up and go outside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It can help your mind too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get up don't hide away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know where they go&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you down when I was flying&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking like a stone&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-116179984012366456?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/116179984012366456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/116179984012366456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2006/10/winning-days.html' title='Winning Days'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-116102656827535393</id><published>2006-10-16T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:42:26.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/983/366/1600/IMAG0638pb.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/983/366/320/IMAG0638pb.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo passa lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Parece que viaja à mesma velocidade&lt;br /&gt;Mas aqui tudo é mais intenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui paisagens confundem-se com imagens,&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças e ideias misturam-se com pessoas&lt;br /&gt;E a mente viaja ao ritmo de uma música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os cabos, casas e pontes traçam linhas&lt;br /&gt;Por onde viajo uma vez mais para alcançar algo,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, uma hora, um segundo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele momento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-116102656827535393?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/116102656827535393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/116102656827535393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2006/10/aqui.html' title='Aqui'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-116060859327307699</id><published>2006-10-11T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T01:50:57.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente "Amélie"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/983/366/1600/Amelie%20Poulain%206.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/983/366/400/Amelie%20Poulain%206.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Imbécile! Elle est amoureuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nino&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Je ne la connais pas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, oui tu la connais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nino&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Depuis quand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Depuis toujour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;dans tes rêves&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/983/366/1600/Amelie%20Poulain%207.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/983/366/400/Amelie%20Poulain%207.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-116060859327307699?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/116060859327307699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/116060859327307699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2006/10/simplesmente-amlie.html' title='Simplesmente &quot;Amélie&quot;'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-116058725924446297</id><published>2006-10-11T18:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:20:59.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/983/366/1600/??"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/983/366/320/%3F%3F%20espera%20de%20quem%20n%3F%3Fo%20volta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho ideias e razões,&lt;br /&gt;Conheço a cor dos argumentos&lt;br /&gt;E nunca chego aos corações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele peso em mim - meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(1932)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-116058725924446297?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/116058725924446297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/116058725924446297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2006/10/fernando-pessoa.html' title='Fernando Pessoa'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-115954577075855547</id><published>2006-09-29T16:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T17:29:25.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/983/366/1600/IMAG0690.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/983/366/400/IMAG0690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava perdido e esperei que nascesse a luz.&lt;br /&gt;E vieste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vieste e trouxeste a paz que precisava,&lt;br /&gt;Em saudades, em sorrisos, em sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltei,&lt;br /&gt;Com a esperança de enganar o tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-115954577075855547?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/115954577075855547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/115954577075855547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2006/09/noite.html' title='Noite'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-115949594789060718</id><published>2006-09-29T02:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T03:24:16.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Abismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/983/366/1600/Cabo%20Espichel%20B&amp;W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/983/366/200/Cabo%20Espichel%20B%26W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...e mesmo sem eu querer mostraste-mo. Esse local escuro para o qual prometi nunca mais voltar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E tu acompanhaste-me lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que fugi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Corri, lembro de correr muito, voar até...mas recusei-me a entrar.&lt;br /&gt;E a dor era muita, quase tão aguda como o silêncio que me rodeava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levantei-me, caminhei um pouco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talvez tenha esquecido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia jurar que ainda me lembrava da tua voz doce, dos sussurros... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Bem-vindo ao abismo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-115949594789060718?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/115949594789060718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/115949594789060718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2006/09/abismo.html' title='Abismo'/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199956.post-115948194121856677</id><published>2006-09-28T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:57:50.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Abre brevemente :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35199956-115948194121856677?l=ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/115948194121856677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35199956/posts/default/115948194121856677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ads-mind-in-motion.blogspot.com/2006/09/abre-brevemente.html' title=''/><author><name>Ads</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFMBpUqjeBk/Sn-PaCQHVKI/AAAAAAAAASI/vtXi_UlsZmg/S220/Hand+Jump+3+BW.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
