<?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-4089565246184164592</id><updated>2011-11-27T04:09:54.443Z</updated><category term='autores'/><category term='introdução'/><title type='text'>Centro de Pensamentos</title><subtitle type='html'>O pensamento faz o homem; por isso o bom pensamento é a coisa mais importante da vida. (James Allen)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746490205914228177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TSV1_AvFp6Q/R9mpOCLCf6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z-KIu4iTI-E/S220/wee5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-3880959103400237388</id><published>2009-01-15T18:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:33:59.578Z</updated><title type='text'>You (Again?!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even can think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You crunked my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know the mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I even can write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so wierd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, let me be unkind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?! Why you're here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to break up my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't look behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tought I hated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-1-09 (para abrir o ano :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: btw, as aulas de FQ são inspiradoras, a matéria é que não. -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-3880959103400237388?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3880959103400237388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=3880959103400237388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/3880959103400237388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/3880959103400237388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-again.html' title='You (Again?!)'/><author><name>Diogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05729228204063478687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGNtKT8b23I/S8HYIuyVrPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oenWlhZf5wI/S220/Untitled-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-6308115411979587706</id><published>2008-10-12T01:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:55:05.218+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes...</title><content type='html'>A sea of green,&lt;br /&gt;cut by pieces of the blue skies,&lt;br /&gt;with a little bit of sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Those are my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The eyes with salty tears&lt;br /&gt;Who run down my face,&lt;br /&gt;everytime I think&lt;br /&gt;that, for you,&lt;br /&gt;I was just a waste.&lt;br /&gt;Tears who doesn't seam to end,&lt;br /&gt;Tears who will not bend,&lt;br /&gt;to my will&lt;br /&gt;of controlling them.&lt;br /&gt;There's always tears,&lt;br /&gt;they don't run out,&lt;br /&gt;they run and&lt;br /&gt;they only stop on my mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-6308115411979587706?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6308115411979587706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=6308115411979587706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/6308115411979587706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/6308115411979587706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/10/eyes.html' title='Eyes...'/><author><name>Inês Gouveia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13443088132364343498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvcGfQBpZ3Y/TAq3NzByipI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hPY0gGfo9PM/S220/DSC02227.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-4749699963313733936</id><published>2008-10-09T19:38:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:46:18.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Blame me. (I'm a MORON)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The feel keep on me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That feel that came for too long&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Please don't blame me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You make me feel like a moron&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel so stupid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;'Cause every time I'm with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My legs start to shake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I know I'm a moron, it's my mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to forget you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But I couldn't do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I know, I'm so stupid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, I stoped to say "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get someone new&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I've failed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I know, I'm a moron&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But, can't stop love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Why do you write only about love and hate?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's what I see, it's what I do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm a moron, i still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my blood hit the ground&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I get so much happy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In pain i laught&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It makes me better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i get home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My blood stoped to fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I momently forgot you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I get so nervous, still remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Why do I have to love you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I get so much better in pain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;'Cause the pain have no issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ĎigitaĿ Fear (09-10-2008)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-4749699963313733936?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4749699963313733936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=4749699963313733936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/4749699963313733936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/4749699963313733936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/10/feel-keep-on-me-that-feel-that-came-for.html' title='Don&apos;t Blame me. (I&apos;m a MORON)'/><author><name>Diogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05729228204063478687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGNtKT8b23I/S8HYIuyVrPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oenWlhZf5wI/S220/Untitled-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-8292994665786369489</id><published>2008-05-16T20:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:30:39.569+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Stop Tornado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My life is a tornado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that spins around me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makes me sour so violently...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything looks soft, fresh and white,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you better look twice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because what may seem nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is really dark and difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You think you know me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you have no idea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the wave that carries on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the tree that tries to grow up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a living volcano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A box full of surprises,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it depends on my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can try to comprehend me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can try to defy me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and maybe you'll win,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but remember one thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll not give up easily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so you better be careful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you try to be stupid with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I spin around again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My life is a tornado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one can't stop it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one can control it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only faith knows what will happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-8292994665786369489?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8292994665786369489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=8292994665786369489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/8292994665786369489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/8292994665786369489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/05/non-stop-tornado.html' title='Non Stop Tornado'/><author><name>Inês Gouveia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13443088132364343498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvcGfQBpZ3Y/TAq3NzByipI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hPY0gGfo9PM/S220/DSC02227.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-7504249816393188541</id><published>2008-04-30T20:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:18:03.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Muda...</title><content type='html'>Muda,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que és,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que foste,&lt;br /&gt;os teus sonhos, ambições,&lt;br /&gt;desejos e predições,&lt;br /&gt;muda-os,&lt;br /&gt;faz novos planos,&lt;br /&gt;traça novas linhas,&lt;br /&gt;Sê diferente,&lt;br /&gt;mas sê tu mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procura um novo rumo,&lt;br /&gt;Um novo mundo,&lt;br /&gt;uma nova vida,&lt;br /&gt;cheia de obstaculos,&lt;br /&gt;felicidade e novidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobre,&lt;br /&gt;Inventa,&lt;br /&gt;Re-inventa,&lt;br /&gt;Desvenda,&lt;br /&gt;Cria,&lt;br /&gt;Recebe tudo de bom,&lt;br /&gt;mas dá também tudo o que tens,&lt;br /&gt;dá pela vida que tanto amas,&lt;br /&gt;pelo mundo onde vives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que estás à espera?&lt;br /&gt;O teu tempo é agora,&lt;br /&gt;começa já a viver a vida,&lt;br /&gt;ela não é infinita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inês Gouveia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-7504249816393188541?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7504249816393188541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=7504249816393188541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/7504249816393188541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/7504249816393188541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/04/muda.html' title='Muda...'/><author><name>Inês Gouveia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13443088132364343498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvcGfQBpZ3Y/TAq3NzByipI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hPY0gGfo9PM/S220/DSC02227.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-7134035835431613152</id><published>2008-04-07T21:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:50:56.739+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No fundo, animais...</title><content type='html'>Consideramos-nos racionais,&lt;br /&gt;seres excepcionais,&lt;br /&gt;fazemos coisas sem iguais,&lt;br /&gt;mas no fundo somos apenas animais,&lt;br /&gt;sendentos de sangue,&lt;br /&gt;carne,&lt;br /&gt;glória,&lt;br /&gt;riquezas,&lt;br /&gt;e muito mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem mandamentos,&lt;br /&gt;leis, normas,&lt;br /&gt;padrões, regulamentos,&lt;br /&gt;mas de que valem eles,&lt;br /&gt;perante a crueldade humana,&lt;br /&gt;perante a busca de fama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizemos-nos todos iguais,&lt;br /&gt;uma sociedade de ideais,&lt;br /&gt;mas por vezes duvido,&lt;br /&gt;basta saber ler,&lt;br /&gt;e só por aí iremos conseguir ver,&lt;br /&gt;o nosso triste mundo,&lt;br /&gt;o nosso mundo doentio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afirmamos não ser o que fomos no passado,&lt;br /&gt;assasinos,&lt;br /&gt;ignorantes,&lt;br /&gt;indecentes seres humanos,&lt;br /&gt;destruidores de civilizações,&lt;br /&gt;raças,&lt;br /&gt;nações,&lt;br /&gt;mas no fundo sabemos que o continuamos a ser,&lt;br /&gt;isso também é bom de ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Porquê?"&lt;br /&gt;-pergunto eu.&lt;br /&gt;Porquê tanta dor,&lt;br /&gt;sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;desigualdade?&lt;br /&gt;Por um punhado de fama?&lt;br /&gt;Por um punhado de moedas?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez sim,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não,&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente ainda existem seres&lt;br /&gt;a quem podemos chamar humanos,&lt;br /&gt;que podemos considerar racionais,&lt;br /&gt;no fundo, poucos de nós o somos,&lt;br /&gt;no fundo, animais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-7134035835431613152?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7134035835431613152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=7134035835431613152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/7134035835431613152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/7134035835431613152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-fundo-animais.html' title='No fundo, animais...'/><author><name>Inês Gouveia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13443088132364343498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvcGfQBpZ3Y/TAq3NzByipI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hPY0gGfo9PM/S220/DSC02227.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-8725756329935661716</id><published>2008-04-05T00:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:05:52.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusões</title><content type='html'>Sentimentos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos comprados&lt;br /&gt;Já nada os modificam,&lt;br /&gt;Foram todos fechados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que custe admitir&lt;br /&gt;É sempre dor atrás de dor&lt;br /&gt;Sei que a minha prima tinha razão&lt;br /&gt;Agora é que dou valor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estupidamente,pergunto em vão:&lt;br /&gt;"Onde está minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então percebi:&lt;br /&gt;Não passa de faxada,&lt;br /&gt;Crua e mal sarada,&lt;br /&gt;Fruto de pura ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escarneceste de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem querer.&lt;br /&gt;"Falhaste"&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de o poder dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me desnutrido,&lt;br /&gt;Sem forças e com falta de poder&lt;br /&gt;Agora digo-te:&lt;br /&gt;Foste tu que ficaste a perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Diogo Costa  &lt;br /&gt;                                                   (30-3-08)&lt;div 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title='Ilusões'/><author><name>Diogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05729228204063478687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGNtKT8b23I/S8HYIuyVrPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oenWlhZf5wI/S220/Untitled-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-3135304035346772195</id><published>2008-04-01T22:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:00:39.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When I get home at night</title><content type='html'>When I get home at night&lt;br /&gt;You don't leave my earth&lt;br /&gt;I think about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't leave you behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about you&lt;br /&gt;I talk about you&lt;br /&gt;I feel everything in you&lt;br /&gt;Cause to me you're the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to you I’m nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Just like anybody else&lt;br /&gt;I like to see you from behind&lt;br /&gt;Crying for don't having you&lt;br /&gt;Sad because I can't touch you&lt;br /&gt;Feeling bad for what I do wrong to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile every time you say to me: "You're my best friend"&lt;br /&gt;Everything I desire now it's a simple kiss&lt;br /&gt;Everything I want now is have you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;You think what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think what you feel&lt;br /&gt;Can't write knowing that you're sad or angry with me&lt;br /&gt;You're my Inspiration, my whole world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like when you say:&lt;br /&gt;"I was thinking in you"&lt;br /&gt;I like when you say:&lt;br /&gt;"I love you"Ilike when you say"I need you"&lt;br /&gt;I know that is just kidding&lt;br /&gt;But it makes me feel so good, so fine&lt;br /&gt;Keep all my problems behind&lt;br /&gt;Like you was really mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that I am good writing&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think like you&lt;br /&gt;You, You and You&lt;br /&gt;My all, my present, my future, my everything... you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave you behind&lt;br /&gt;It's the last thing I'll do&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that happens remember:&lt;br /&gt;I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( depois de algum tempo com ela e refletindo melhor no assunto, agora penso: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i really know,&lt;br /&gt;That hate and love are so close&lt;br /&gt;I understood what goes your mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause you gave me the sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;But i keep my feeling about you&lt;br /&gt;Some people have evrything,&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear sounds in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of death,&lt;br /&gt;And I know that my love for you&lt;br /&gt;Will never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sounds that comes around&lt;br /&gt;Keep you behind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's so loud... so strong&lt;br /&gt;In a vacue that never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like magic&lt;br /&gt;Done with your own hands&lt;br /&gt;Can make you cry,&lt;br /&gt;Can make you dance&lt;br /&gt;Even can swallow when you're in trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 Diogo Costa (créditos: agradeço ao Pedro Santana, por ter dado aqui alguns toqes no poema e por ter-me sempre apoiado, mesmo nos momentos mais lows, ty man)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-3135304035346772195?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3135304035346772195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=3135304035346772195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/3135304035346772195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/3135304035346772195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-i-get-home-at-night.html' title='When I get home at night'/><author><name>Diogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05729228204063478687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGNtKT8b23I/S8HYIuyVrPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oenWlhZf5wI/S220/Untitled-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-3794904437679467900</id><published>2008-03-30T00:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-30T00:57:24.629Z</updated><title type='text'>Dolce Vita</title><content type='html'>Oh! Vida minha,&lt;br /&gt;Doce saudade,&lt;br /&gt;E que enorme temor&lt;br /&gt;Que não voltes mais.&lt;br /&gt;Saíste sem dar conta,&lt;br /&gt;Deixando um enorme vazio,&lt;br /&gt;Preenchido pela culpa e ardor,&lt;br /&gt;De um erro cometido&lt;br /&gt;Pela falsa verdade&lt;br /&gt;E um ilusório prometido.&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma doaste,&lt;br /&gt;Para que vive-se na solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Desprotegida e carente.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, já nada acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais que fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Espero e desespero,&lt;br /&gt;Para que a vida recomece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/03/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-3794904437679467900?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3794904437679467900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=3794904437679467900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/3794904437679467900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/3794904437679467900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/dolce-vita.html' title='Dolce Vita'/><author><name>Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746490205914228177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TSV1_AvFp6Q/R9mpOCLCf6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z-KIu4iTI-E/S220/wee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-854201850892568339</id><published>2008-03-27T17:52:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:25:01.232Z</updated><title type='text'>Gone...</title><content type='html'>Este poema é feito com titulos das músicas dos Incubus... Enjoy ( ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say he's a &lt;strong&gt;megalomaniac&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He says: I'm just a&lt;strong&gt; Vitamin,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the surface you hate,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you know you need me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He has the&lt;strong&gt; Privilege&lt;/strong&gt; of being free,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;free from all those complications,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;free from all these obligations,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;imposed by this &lt;strong&gt;Sick Sad Little World&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe he's right,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe he's wrong,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but one thing I know,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He always has &lt;strong&gt;the answer&lt;/strong&gt; in his tong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, one morning,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he gets out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at&lt;strong&gt; 11 AM,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heads to &lt;strong&gt;Nowhere Fast&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with a simple backpack,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and a camera in his hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He left a note, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;saying: &lt;strong&gt;Pardon me&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I'm sick and tired,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of living in the darkest side of the world,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of all the megalomaniacs,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of all the nebula surrounding the truth,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so I'm think I'll disappear for a while,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;redefine&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because this world isn't good enough for me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm looking for something &lt;strong&gt;priceless&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;something to amaze me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not more, not less,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm leaving this and all the rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then no one heard anything from him,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He run away from the civilization,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it had already turned its back to him long ago...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inês Gouveia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my pen is a pistola... xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-854201850892568339?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/854201850892568339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=854201850892568339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/854201850892568339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/854201850892568339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/gone.html' title='Gone...'/><author><name>Inês Gouveia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13443088132364343498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvcGfQBpZ3Y/TAq3NzByipI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hPY0gGfo9PM/S220/DSC02227.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-1639088290438441430</id><published>2008-03-27T05:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T05:13:42.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento...</title><content type='html'>Darkness,&lt;br /&gt;The fear to be alone,&lt;br /&gt;Anxious, I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares makes you fall deep&lt;br /&gt;Pain,&lt;br /&gt;It feels like no other,&lt;br /&gt;So painful, you can't stand&lt;br /&gt;Better pray for it to end&lt;br /&gt;Death,&lt;br /&gt;The fear of losing someone&lt;br /&gt;Conscious of moving on&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that hurts for long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is a place able to lead you to pain, a feeling that you really want to avoid because one day it may lead you to death. Enjoy your life, fight for your beliefs, your rights, and never give up on your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Santana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-1639088290438441430?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1639088290438441430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=1639088290438441430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/1639088290438441430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/1639088290438441430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento...'/><author><name>Pedro Santana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01031059523650240428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXBTt4vGMfg/S7yf_vFa7MI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6Bq0UpX0lc/S220/4456959427_77e8e0d638_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-7053978298333060997</id><published>2008-03-25T23:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:39:40.250Z</updated><title type='text'>For you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I'm in a math class&lt;br /&gt;I look around, everything is a mess&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher is asking me something&lt;br /&gt;Right now all I can do is nothing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;People are making you sad&lt;br /&gt;And that makes me mad&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't want you to cry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realize how beautiful is the sky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I'm sitting here in this hell&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for the bell&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why it isn't ringing?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear some birds singing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I just want to be with you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what I would do&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;You,you,you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Right now I don't know what else to say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here waiting for that day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day everything will be alright&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, dream with me tonight&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pedro Santana&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-7053978298333060997?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7053978298333060997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=7053978298333060997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/7053978298333060997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/7053978298333060997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-you.html' title='For you'/><author><name>Pedro Santana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01031059523650240428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXBTt4vGMfg/S7yf_vFa7MI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6Bq0UpX0lc/S220/4456959427_77e8e0d638_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-5961626173358114008</id><published>2008-03-25T02:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T02:38:36.901Z</updated><title type='text'>Senhor Doutor  Engenheiro Culto José Sócrates</title><content type='html'>Para demonstrar o meu complexo desagrado com a política exercida neste país pelo Senhor 1º Ministro, resolvi faze-lo através de um poema. Este poema reflecte toda a minha opinião sobre o estado social e económico do nosso país, como tal, muitos de vocês – maioritariamente apoiantes do PS – poderão não gostar ou não achar moralmente correcto o que a seguir está escrito, por isso é do meu agrado frisar, mais uma vez, que este poema se destina apenas ao nosso 1º Ministro. Se mesmo assim desacordarem e se sentirem frustrados/descontentes com o que vêem, talvez seja vosso desejo, fechar/eliminar este documento. Assim me despeço, sem mais, David Lucas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nota:&lt;/strong&gt; Abaixo o Sócrates, que vaias descendam sobre ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo Sócrates,&lt;br /&gt;Dizes-te engenheiro;&lt;br /&gt;Mas para ti a escola sempre foi recreio,&lt;br /&gt;Para além de mau aluno, eras o tipo mais feio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governas desgraçadamente,&lt;br /&gt;Queres dinheiro e poder.&lt;br /&gt;Rogo-te dor e sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;Já que mais não posso fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já vi cães mais inteligentes,&lt;br /&gt;Com um inglês melhor,&lt;br /&gt;Mais eficientes e congruentes,&lt;br /&gt;Lendo isto, por favor diz que és o pior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sabes governar,&lt;br /&gt;Nem nunca soubeste;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente, vieste para ficar,&lt;br /&gt;O sarilho onde te meteste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá graxa a outro Senador,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, grande engenheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Mais um que não gostou de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, nem davas para pedreiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazes Democracia,&lt;br /&gt;Escolhendo ao calhas.&lt;br /&gt;Adoras a teoria,&lt;br /&gt;Porque com o concreto te baralhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cala a boca, não fales mais&lt;br /&gt;Que é para melhor.&lt;br /&gt;A desgraça trouxeste,&lt;br /&gt;Contigo Portugal caminha para pior&lt;br /&gt;Graças a tudo o que fizeste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pede a demissão&lt;br /&gt;Por todos nós portugueses.&lt;br /&gt;Fá-lo com dignidade,&lt;br /&gt;Ou nem isto entendes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa este Portugal&lt;br /&gt;Já em terrível estado,&lt;br /&gt;Não faças pior.&lt;br /&gt;E quando cometeres um erro,&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos mostra-te atrapalhado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me vou alongar&lt;br /&gt;Pois a mensagem já passei.&lt;br /&gt;Devia voltar o Salazar,&lt;br /&gt;Para ser o país que sempre desejei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-5961626173358114008?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5961626173358114008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=5961626173358114008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/5961626173358114008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/5961626173358114008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/senhor-doutor-engenheiro-culto-jos.html' title='Senhor Doutor  Engenheiro Culto José Sócrates'/><author><name>Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746490205914228177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TSV1_AvFp6Q/R9mpOCLCf6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z-KIu4iTI-E/S220/wee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-6448856840565418042</id><published>2008-03-24T14:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:32:54.937Z</updated><title type='text'>Vale a pena?</title><content type='html'>Será que vale a pena?&lt;br /&gt;Lutar,&lt;br /&gt;O esforço,&lt;br /&gt;Os sacrificios,&lt;br /&gt;Será que sim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos são os que desistem,&lt;br /&gt;pouco são aqueles que resistem,&lt;br /&gt;aos obstáculos,&lt;br /&gt;às barreiras,&lt;br /&gt;a todos os problemas que lhes são impostos,&lt;br /&gt;por isso desistem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desistir,&lt;br /&gt;palavra tabu no meu vocabulário,&lt;br /&gt;não costuma fazer parte dele,&lt;br /&gt;porque eu gosto de lutar,&lt;br /&gt;quanto mais dificil melhor,&lt;br /&gt;mais luto,&lt;br /&gt;ponho-me à prova todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;"Será que consigo resistir?"&lt;br /&gt;Claro que sim,&lt;br /&gt;se tiver a força para não desistir&lt;br /&gt;se fizer um esforço para me manter na árvore,&lt;br /&gt;apesar dos abanões,&lt;br /&gt;dos terramotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo pelo que lutamos,&lt;br /&gt;por mais simples que seja,&lt;br /&gt;ganha vida quando nos esforçamos por ele,&lt;br /&gt;seja pessoa ou objecto,&lt;br /&gt;animal ou afecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luto,&lt;br /&gt;Esforço-me,&lt;br /&gt;Faço sacrificios,&lt;br /&gt;pelos meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;objectivos,&lt;br /&gt;o meu projecto de vida,&lt;br /&gt;que não está ainda concluída,&lt;br /&gt;e se morrer,&lt;br /&gt;quero ao menos ter a consciência,&lt;br /&gt;de que morri a lutar para cumprir tudo aquilo com que sonhei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-6448856840565418042?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6448856840565418042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=6448856840565418042&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/6448856840565418042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/6448856840565418042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/vale-pena.html' title='Vale a pena?'/><author><name>Inês Gouveia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13443088132364343498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvcGfQBpZ3Y/TAq3NzByipI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hPY0gGfo9PM/S220/DSC02227.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-4823862517372456157</id><published>2008-03-24T09:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T09:02:04.567Z</updated><title type='text'>Come</title><content type='html'>Come back again,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll forgive you,&lt;br /&gt;Come back again,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll meet you.&lt;br /&gt;Come back again,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll follow you,&lt;br /&gt;Come back again,&lt;br /&gt;Come back again,&lt;br /&gt;To me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave?&lt;br /&gt;Problems with me?&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you believe,&lt;br /&gt;And just agree,&lt;br /&gt;That I’m right&lt;br /&gt;And you’re wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Let’s stop this fight,&lt;br /&gt;And put the things where they belong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pointless,&lt;br /&gt;No need to fight,&lt;br /&gt;I love you, is that worthless?&lt;br /&gt;Come on,&lt;br /&gt;Let’s do it tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Courage inside&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready!&lt;br /&gt;Fears aside.&lt;br /&gt;You’re my hero,&lt;br /&gt;And we’re fighting&lt;br /&gt;That’s not nice&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you smile,&lt;br /&gt;High up there.&lt;br /&gt;What a worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;And its becoming rare.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be sad,&lt;br /&gt;Dad’s here now!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be mad,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll allow&lt;br /&gt;For you to add&lt;br /&gt;That kiss now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-4823862517372456157?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TSV1_AvFp6Q/R9mpOCLCf6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z-KIu4iTI-E/S220/wee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-5739683386183069018</id><published>2008-03-22T15:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:17:29.040Z</updated><title type='text'>Obrigado</title><content type='html'>Como fui muito bem recebido e para agradecer a todos os comentários decidi postar mais um cover meu a cantar (30 second to mars- the kill acoustic)  o video já é um bocado antigo mas espero que gostem. E mais uma vez, muito obrigado :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://update.videoegg.com/flash/proxy.swf?jsver=1.4" flashvars="gc=c2hvd0FkPXRydWUmYWRWYXJzPXZhPTE1JnZnPW0mdmw9cHQmYXJlYT1tJnNpdGU9aGk1JmZpbGU9aHR0cCUzQSUyRiUyRmhpNSUyRTA1MiUyRWRvd25sb2FkJTJFdmlkZW9lZ2clMkVjb20lMkZnaWQzNzAlMkZjaWQxMjc1JTJGSkklMkYyOCUyRjExODk1Mjc5MDBkUElzb0FTYXdGNUtEZ3NrcnVqaiZzd2ZwYXRoPWh0dHAlM0ElMkYlMkZ1cGRhdGUlMkV2aWRlb2VnZyUyRWNvbSUyRmZsYXNoJTJGcHJveHklMkVzd2YlM0Zqc3ZlciUzRDElMkU0JmF1dG9QbGF5PXRydWUmc2hvd0FkUHJpbWFyeT10cnVlJndtb2RlPXdpbmRvdyZza2luPXNraW5zJTJGaGk1JmFsbG93Rmxhc2g5RnVsbHNjcmVlbj10cnVl" quality="high" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" scale="noscale" wmode="window" width="290" height="250" name="VE_Player" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Santana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01031059523650240428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXBTt4vGMfg/S7yf_vFa7MI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6Bq0UpX0lc/S220/4456959427_77e8e0d638_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-7941078374174105940</id><published>2008-03-21T19:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:11:49.397Z</updated><title type='text'>20/3/2008</title><content type='html'>1 year ago,&lt;br /&gt;you were alive,&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago,&lt;br /&gt;you were with me,&lt;br /&gt;you spent Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;Easter,&lt;br /&gt;Holidays,&lt;br /&gt;with me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;br /&gt;how I miss those family dinners,&lt;br /&gt;Those winter nights spent near the fire,&lt;br /&gt;Those afternoons in the park,&lt;br /&gt;All those moments we spent together,&lt;br /&gt;seem so good,&lt;br /&gt;but so distant and impossible,&lt;br /&gt;now that you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are in a better place,&lt;br /&gt;I know that you're in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not sure,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you're really ok,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm going to see you again,&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I know is that I still suffer,&lt;br /&gt;I still crie alone in my bed,&lt;br /&gt;When I remember all the good memories,&lt;br /&gt;all the good moments,&lt;br /&gt;and the bad ones,&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside you were great,&lt;br /&gt;you were my idol,&lt;br /&gt;and you still are,&lt;br /&gt;I just regret not have told you that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-7941078374174105940?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7941078374174105940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=7941078374174105940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/7941078374174105940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/7941078374174105940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/2032008.html' title='20/3/2008'/><author><name>Inês Gouveia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13443088132364343498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvcGfQBpZ3Y/TAq3NzByipI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hPY0gGfo9PM/S220/DSC02227.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-7450321801052491348</id><published>2008-03-20T23:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:02:15.542Z</updated><title type='text'>Death Kiss</title><content type='html'>It doesn’t shine anymore,&lt;br /&gt;That beautiful light,&lt;br /&gt;That white light,&lt;br /&gt;Its gone…&lt;br /&gt;It only lasts&lt;br /&gt;A dark, empty, world,&lt;br /&gt;Where I find my self gone.&lt;br /&gt;Root in pieces,&lt;br /&gt;I struggle for a way out&lt;br /&gt;Of a hole too deep for me.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve put me there,&lt;br /&gt;Without an answer,&lt;br /&gt;With a simple gesture,&lt;br /&gt;So delight and comfortable,&lt;br /&gt;So unique…&lt;br /&gt;The kiss,&lt;br /&gt;That kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;Damn,&lt;br /&gt;It was the best moment,&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw that black note,&lt;br /&gt;The Death Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;So intense,&lt;br /&gt;Full of its greatness;&lt;br /&gt;Another and Another,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and deadly.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll die.&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll die for you.&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll die forever,&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to,&lt;br /&gt;Minute after minute,&lt;br /&gt;Hour after hour.&lt;br /&gt;Until the rest of this sick world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you don’t need to be happy to live,&lt;br /&gt;You just have to breath and take the same crap,&lt;br /&gt;Day after day.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness its only an illusion,&lt;br /&gt;Caused bye the lies of the ancients.&lt;br /&gt;You won’t ever see happiness.&lt;br /&gt;But you’ll forever se suffering,&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;You have never felt happy before,&lt;br /&gt;Only less sad.&lt;br /&gt;This is the only truth that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is irresistible when you truly find the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;After all, there is a reason so that we never live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque há coisas que não conseguimos fazer em estados de alegria e emoção, sendo estes trocados pela tristeza e solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18/03/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-7450321801052491348?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7450321801052491348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=7450321801052491348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/7450321801052491348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/7450321801052491348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/death-kiss.html' title='Death Kiss'/><author><name>Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746490205914228177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TSV1_AvFp6Q/R9mpOCLCf6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z-KIu4iTI-E/S220/wee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-5047556072389425288</id><published>2008-03-19T19:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-19T19:07:07.125Z</updated><title type='text'>Roda viva...</title><content type='html'>Giro,&lt;br /&gt;sem saber porquê,&lt;br /&gt;Admiro,&lt;br /&gt;a velocidade,&lt;br /&gt;a luz,&lt;br /&gt;o som,&lt;br /&gt;ao girar.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo tudo,&lt;br /&gt;e não vejo nada,&lt;br /&gt;vejo luz,&lt;br /&gt;e escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;misturadas nesta imensidão de sons,&lt;br /&gt;ouço-os à minha volta,&lt;br /&gt;mas no entanto não os sinto,&lt;br /&gt;são vazios,&lt;br /&gt;ocos,&lt;br /&gt;de nada servem para me contentar.&lt;br /&gt;É uma roda viva,&lt;br /&gt;um turbilhão de emoções,&lt;br /&gt;de vivências,&lt;br /&gt;de cores, sons,&lt;br /&gt;de tudo aquilo de que o mundo é feito,&lt;br /&gt;é um fenómeno,&lt;br /&gt;uma maravilha?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei,&lt;br /&gt;eu estou dentro dele,&lt;br /&gt;e só quem está de fora é que vê,&lt;br /&gt;aquilo que esta tempestade realmente é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-5047556072389425288?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5047556072389425288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=5047556072389425288&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/5047556072389425288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/5047556072389425288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/roda-viva.html' title='Roda viva...'/><author><name>Inês Gouveia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13443088132364343498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvcGfQBpZ3Y/TAq3NzByipI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hPY0gGfo9PM/S220/DSC02227.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-4662204828915717975</id><published>2008-03-16T23:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:48:07.497Z</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Voltando ao tema de textos, poemas e pensamentos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo eu pensava que as coisas iriam passar e melhorar &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo as coisas passaram e melhoraram&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo eu "lutei" e estou mais fraco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo as coisas passaram mas ainda ha muito para resolver e melhorar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo que falta não sei se irei aguentar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo achava que era mais forte mas pelos vistos só sou mais um fraco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo percebi coisas que pareciam impossivéis&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo percebi que nada sou sem o tempo e o tempo sem mim tudo é&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Pedro Santana&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-4662204828915717975?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4662204828915717975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=4662204828915717975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/4662204828915717975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/4662204828915717975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Pedro Santana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01031059523650240428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXBTt4vGMfg/S7yf_vFa7MI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6Bq0UpX0lc/S220/4456959427_77e8e0d638_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-7093975209167542107</id><published>2008-03-16T22:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:10:38.408Z</updated><title type='text'>Um post...</title><content type='html'>Como já não posto há algum tempo vou deixar aqui um post ligeiramente diferente. O de hoje é sobre músicas adequadas a alturas da vida e, como é lógico, vou deixar aqui algumas das minhas escolhas e a que situações se adequam. Ah, dou aqui as boas vindas ao nosso novo pensador ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós temos um estilo, ou vários estilos musicais de eleição. Todos nós gostamos de coisas diferentes, isto é, temos diferentes valores, valorizamos coisas diferentes e, no caso da música, essa diferença manifesta-se muito bem. Eu, por exemplo, sou uma adepta do Rock, Metal, Punk mas também ouço Jazz, Dance music e outros estilos, embora em menor quantidade. Antes não gostava de Rock e de coisas do género, só ouvia Hip Hop, Rap e coisas do género. Neste momento, quando olho para trás, penso:"Possas como é que eu ouvia isto??" Pois é, os valores também mudam, dependem da época. Mas quem sou eu para estar aqui a dar Filosofia! Tal como temos diferentes estilos musicais, temos também diferentes disposições, umas vezes estamos tristes, outras indiferentes e outras contentes. Nessas alturas ouvimos músicas específicas, porque penso que pouca gente, quando está triste, vai ouvir uma música lá muito animada, só se quiser ficar mais contente através disso. E pronto, aí vai a minha selecção musical para determinados momentos da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Quando estou contente ouço músicas de dança, techno e etc, rock animado, como eu lhe chamo, do tipo, Red Hot, Incubus(Fungus Amongus, principalmente), e muitos mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou revoltada ouço sempre a Vitamin dos Incubus, aconselho profundamente, e muuuiiito Metal e Punk, como por exemplo Anti-Flag, The Used,Alexisonfire, Metallica, Billy Talent e entre outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Quando estou triste costumo ouvir as "calminhas", como por exemplo, as dos Incubus(a minha banda favorita mesmo :P), Red Hot também e ultimamente Billy Talent e Alexisonfire, bem como Bullet For my Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando quero relaxar ouço Bob Marley, Patrice, Amy Winehouse, Manu Chao, Santana e entre outros. Resulta mesmo. Fico logo mais leve. Também ouço a Aqueous Transmissions dos Incubus, é absolutamente calmante. É o meu despertador xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para celebrar tenho tantas, mas destaco 1: A Conquest dos White Stripes. Fantasticamente fantástica =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente quando quero reflectir sobre a vida em geral recorro a músicas como a Warning e a Pardon Me dos Incubus, a My Friends dos Red Hot, a To a Friend dos Alexisonfire, e também ouço System of a Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pronto, aí está uma amostra de mim, um pequeno grande pedaço da minha personalidade.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-7093975209167542107?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7093975209167542107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=7093975209167542107&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/7093975209167542107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/7093975209167542107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/um-post.html' title='Um post...'/><author><name>Inês Gouveia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13443088132364343498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvcGfQBpZ3Y/TAq3NzByipI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hPY0gGfo9PM/S220/DSC02227.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-8298892755311088669</id><published>2008-03-16T15:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:09:53.805Z</updated><title type='text'>Cover - Wherever you will go</title><content type='html'>Caros leitores, aqui vos deixo um post diferente. Tal como foi aqui descrito anteriormente, entrou um novo autor para o nosso blog - Pedro Santana - este autor, para além de escrever poesia, também escreve músicas e letras para as mesmas. Como tal, decidi aqui colocar uma cover de uma música (The Calling - Wherever you will go) feita por ele, para que voces possam comentar e dar a vossa opinião. Quem sabe este autor não se vai tornar, um dia, num cantor famoso - Só o futuro o dirá, por isso espero k gostem !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATENÇÂO: &lt;/strong&gt;Tanto o vídeo como a cover são propriedade integral de Pedro Santana, todos os direitos reservados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/naxZFEMdbTY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/naxZFEMdbTY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/4089565246184164592-8298892755311088669?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8298892755311088669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=8298892755311088669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/8298892755311088669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/8298892755311088669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/cover-wherever-you-will-go.html' title='Cover - Wherever you will go'/><author><name>Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746490205914228177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TSV1_AvFp6Q/R9mpOCLCf6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z-KIu4iTI-E/S220/wee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-8600442603981324259</id><published>2008-03-16T13:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T13:20:25.412Z</updated><title type='text'>We'll be together</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Maybe one day we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;When that day come, will it last forever?&lt;br /&gt;You give me feelings I never felt before&lt;br /&gt;It's all inside, i can't lock it anymore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I met you suddenly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this feeling pass eventually?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;But I know you're the one I would die to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;You may say we're just friends&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes friendships ends&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you at least give me a chance?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, stay with me in this trance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My heart will burn into fire&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not believe me, but i'm not a lier&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my little sweety&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even find more beauty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It's not an epic of time wasted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be something like I never tasted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one day we'll be together&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until there, I will write forever...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Pedro Santana&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-8600442603981324259?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8600442603981324259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=8600442603981324259&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/8600442603981324259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/8600442603981324259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-be-together.html' title='We&apos;ll be together'/><author><name>Pedro Santana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01031059523650240428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXBTt4vGMfg/S7yf_vFa7MI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6Bq0UpX0lc/S220/4456959427_77e8e0d638_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-5063561651931987883</id><published>2008-03-16T13:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T13:16:10.057Z</updated><title type='text'>Aviso</title><content type='html'>Caros leitores, é com orgulho que vos informo que temos mais um autor entre nós: Pedro Santana.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que possivel, poderão ver os posts dele aqui no blog. A direcção espera continaur a crescer e a evoluir o mais possível para que possamos trazer-vos os melhores poemas e pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais a acrescentar, assim me despeço com os melhores cumprimentos, Rodriguez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-5063561651931987883?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5063561651931987883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=5063561651931987883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/5063561651931987883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/5063561651931987883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/aviso.html' title='Aviso'/><author><name>Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746490205914228177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TSV1_AvFp6Q/R9mpOCLCf6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z-KIu4iTI-E/S220/wee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-5023405062947627225</id><published>2008-03-15T22:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:53:25.897Z</updated><title type='text'>Sêni</title><content type='html'>Oh Girl,&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me,&lt;br /&gt;Come around the heaven inside,&lt;br /&gt;Explain yourself, and see,&lt;br /&gt;The reason for me, to bring you aside.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Girl,&lt;br /&gt;There you go,&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine of the day,&lt;br /&gt;The sun that appears far away,&lt;br /&gt;And the happiness that conquers me down.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Girl,&lt;br /&gt;You are special,&lt;br /&gt;Sincere and Bright.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Girl,&lt;br /&gt;I would love to see you smile,&lt;br /&gt;To see, beside your heart,&lt;br /&gt;To be your friend Forever,&lt;br /&gt;I would give part…&lt;br /&gt;Oh Girl,&lt;br /&gt;Take him away&lt;br /&gt;Bring him down,&lt;br /&gt;Be happy everyday.&lt;br /&gt;With him around.&lt;br /&gt;Here we go Girl,&lt;br /&gt;Lets flew away!&lt;br /&gt;Be in heaven one more time,&lt;br /&gt;Let’s do it today,&lt;br /&gt;For one dime…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06/03/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Para variar um pouco, decidi hoje trazer um poema em ingles. O poema acima é dedicado à Ines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-5023405062947627225?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5023405062947627225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=5023405062947627225&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/5023405062947627225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/5023405062947627225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/sni.html' title='Sêni'/><author><name>Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746490205914228177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TSV1_AvFp6Q/R9mpOCLCf6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z-KIu4iTI-E/S220/wee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-645898034917251706</id><published>2008-03-13T22:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:38:43.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Vida. (?)</title><content type='html'>Sei que sou e que não sou,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que sim e sei que não,&lt;br /&gt;Contente ou não contente&lt;br /&gt;Feliz de solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser a última vez,&lt;br /&gt;Que te oiço e sinto;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser a última vez,&lt;br /&gt;Que entro naquele labirinto,&lt;br /&gt;A que chamas vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se não existir mais,&lt;br /&gt;Que minha alma morra,&lt;br /&gt;Pois não quero viver assim&lt;br /&gt;Sem ninguém que me socorra,&lt;br /&gt;Daquela luz cintilante&lt;br /&gt;A que chamam fim.&lt;br /&gt;Passos secos, adiante!&lt;br /&gt;Para que acabe agora,&lt;br /&gt;E só agora, por fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/03/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-645898034917251706?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/645898034917251706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=645898034917251706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/645898034917251706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/645898034917251706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/vida.html' title='Vida. (?)'/><author><name>Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746490205914228177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TSV1_AvFp6Q/R9mpOCLCf6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z-KIu4iTI-E/S220/wee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-1573049963664908448</id><published>2008-03-12T23:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:17:27.722Z</updated><title type='text'>End (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pensando no que me disseste,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olhando pa trás,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Queria estar contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não posso, não consigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foi por eu não querer amar que eu amei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conselhos são me dados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pa não desistir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continuar a reproduzir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da minha história não desistir.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto-me fraco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem forças para continuar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não me apetece rimar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A força começou a se espalhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Porquê?", pergunto eu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Porquê me aconteceu a mim?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora percebo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porquê um sentimento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tão forte como o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pode trazer um sentimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tão profundo como a dor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, por favor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não me faças mais lutar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu disse que era o último,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas poderá continuar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um final de tudo e um início de nada. Futuro é incerto, por mais que tentamos domá-lo a dificuldade irá ser tão grande, com uma intensidade tão profunda. by: DC.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ps.: &lt;/em&gt;Peço desculpa estender-me depois do poema, mas uma maneira de eu mesmo me libertar de tudo o que tenho dentro, aproveitem.. tal como eu não fiz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-1573049963664908448?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1573049963664908448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=1573049963664908448&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/1573049963664908448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/1573049963664908448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/end.html' title='End (?)'/><author><name>Diogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05729228204063478687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGNtKT8b23I/S8HYIuyVrPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oenWlhZf5wI/S220/Untitled-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-1091283693246816187</id><published>2008-03-12T21:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:02:25.978Z</updated><title type='text'>Minds...</title><content type='html'>Bom aqui vou eu por um postzito! Este vai ser em inglês, para variar um pouquinho.&lt;br /&gt;Aí vai ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minds...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are many minds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;small minds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;big minds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but mind isn't all about the brain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's about the capacity,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the capacity of thinking,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of taking the right decisions,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the capacity to forgive,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the capacity to enjoy life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and let others enjoy it too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bigger the minds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bigger the persons,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;inside, not outside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are open minds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and closed minds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;minds that we'll never get,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and minds we mustn't understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are free minds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and prisioned ones,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but a minds should never be locked up,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if that happens she might start to shorten,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to become smaller,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;until she's completly closed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So take care of your mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't ever let them close her up...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-1091283693246816187?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1091283693246816187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=1091283693246816187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/1091283693246816187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/1091283693246816187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/minds.html' title='Minds...'/><author><name>Inês Gouveia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13443088132364343498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvcGfQBpZ3Y/TAq3NzByipI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hPY0gGfo9PM/S220/DSC02227.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-7934201559850410609</id><published>2008-03-12T18:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:37:47.788Z</updated><title type='text'>Vestígios.</title><content type='html'>Aqui fica o 1º post do dia!   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vestígios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia que passa&lt;br /&gt;Em que a lembrança ocorre;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma chama que se apaga&lt;br /&gt;E uma lágrima que escorre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrada isolada,&lt;br /&gt;Longe do caminho percorrido.&lt;br /&gt;Uma sombra que fala&lt;br /&gt;Do futuro perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversa abastada e simples,&lt;br /&gt;Murmúrios complexos e isolados,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos sentidos e recordados,&lt;br /&gt;Por aqueles onde ainda nasce&lt;br /&gt;A gloriosa e sucinta,&lt;br /&gt;Alegria de viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/03/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-7934201559850410609?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7934201559850410609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=7934201559850410609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/7934201559850410609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/7934201559850410609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/vestgios.html' title='Vestígios.'/><author><name>Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746490205914228177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TSV1_AvFp6Q/R9mpOCLCf6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z-KIu4iTI-E/S220/wee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-3085858370377965314</id><published>2008-03-12T06:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:23:41.607Z</updated><title type='text'>Vagueando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bem, como todos os autores já deram o seu primeiro post chegou a minha vez. A minha inspiração para os dois primeiros versos foi num poema de Camões e outra de Ruy Belo. Nenhum copyright foi inflingido que não tem nada de igual a nenhum dos dois, apenas por ler veio-me este sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ora, o tema já foi anunciado logo no titulo mas eu volto a repetir juntamente com o poema. Espero que desfrutem do mesmo e, se quiserem comentem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vagueando..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cativa quem tem cativado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Motiva, quem tem motivado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Critica quem quer criticar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Solodifica, qem a amizade quer perdurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sinto falta de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sonhado ou escrito por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em sítio que não estive ou nem estarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sinto falta de sua lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pois quando alguém me olha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É como o perfurar de uma espada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O sentimento entristece e enfraquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chorando, talvez por uma prece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois de tanto sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Decidi, "não sonharei!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sabendo que o passado, é passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E sem ti, não me rirei&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Diogo Costa     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                                                       (27- 11 - 07)&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/4089565246184164592-3085858370377965314?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3085858370377965314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=3085858370377965314&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/3085858370377965314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/3085858370377965314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/vagueando_11.html' title='Vagueando...'/><author><name>Diogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05729228204063478687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGNtKT8b23I/S8HYIuyVrPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oenWlhZf5wI/S220/Untitled-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-2049611463981873105</id><published>2008-03-11T23:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:06:35.436Z</updated><title type='text'>Ser Existencial</title><content type='html'>Para primeiro post, decidi partilhar uma parte de um poema que fiz. Este poema conta uma história e é dedicado a alguém que me tem ajudado muito, a história de que o poema fala baseia-se num Herói que sai vitorioso de mais uma "conquista", com esta conquista este Herói, designado como o "eu" poético, fica rico em bens, mas não em espírito. Corroído pela dor, este Herói é ajudado por uma pessoa, pessoa esta que passa a ser estimada e idolatrada pelo Herói, no fim da história. Resumindo esta pessoa vai ajudar o Herói a ultrapassar a dor, o vazio que este sente.&lt;br /&gt;Como o poema é muito grande, selecionei apenas algumas estrofes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei, vi e venci.&lt;br /&gt;Tornei-me Herói consagrado,&lt;br /&gt;Lutei pelo que suspirava,&lt;br /&gt;Consegui o impossível&lt;br /&gt;Alterei o inalterável.&lt;br /&gt;E agora?&lt;br /&gt;A honra procurava,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto contente,&lt;br /&gt;De sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Via que alguém me ignorava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava completo.&lt;br /&gt;A honra minha,&lt;br /&gt;O respeito guardado&lt;br /&gt;O tesouro escondido,&lt;br /&gt;E de alma calado.&lt;br /&gt;Tinha o que era de valor,&lt;br /&gt;E assim,&lt;br /&gt;Sem dar por isso;&lt;br /&gt;Perdera o esplendor,&lt;br /&gt;Que outrora tive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não era mais o que esperava;&lt;br /&gt;Consumido pela ganância.&lt;br /&gt;Cego pelo poder,&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a perseverança&lt;br /&gt;Que Tu deste para me acolher.&lt;br /&gt;Tentei mudar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não consegui.&lt;br /&gt;Um erro mortal,&lt;br /&gt;Um passo errado,&lt;br /&gt;Um tiro no escuro,&lt;br /&gt;A que agora me seguro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que por fim,&lt;br /&gt;Chegaste tu.    &lt;br /&gt;Derradeira e única verdade,&lt;br /&gt;A que me acostumo agora,&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! Grande divindade&lt;br /&gt;Não vás, não voltes,&lt;br /&gt;Fica e escuta,&lt;br /&gt;Fica e sente,&lt;br /&gt;Ajuda-me a não voltar para o caminho decadente,&lt;br /&gt;A que outrora chamava vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriscaste-te por mim,&lt;br /&gt;Confiaste sem razão.&lt;br /&gt;Acolheste-me com sentido,&lt;br /&gt;Sem saberes mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;Que compaixão,&lt;br /&gt;Valor indefinido,&lt;br /&gt;De piedade para comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Que agora estimo&lt;br /&gt;Como uma riqueza maior,&lt;br /&gt;Como um bem inalterável,&lt;br /&gt;A que só eu disponho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque o fizeste,&lt;br /&gt;Nem o que motivou a causa distante,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que tiveste,&lt;br /&gt;De ser confiante.&lt;br /&gt;Porque não são todos,&lt;br /&gt;Que ajudam alguém,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim aqueles,&lt;br /&gt;A que um problema não abstém,&lt;br /&gt;De seguir em frente e olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Ver e sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida não é um acabar&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim um prosseguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/03/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-2049611463981873105?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2049611463981873105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=2049611463981873105&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/2049611463981873105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/2049611463981873105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/ser-existencial.html' title='Ser Existencial'/><author><name>Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746490205914228177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TSV1_AvFp6Q/R9mpOCLCf6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z-KIu4iTI-E/S220/wee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-3305812968382863752</id><published>2008-03-11T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:01:11.671Z</updated><title type='text'>First Reflection...</title><content type='html'>Olá olá pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;Como o meu caro colega já referiu vamos aqui por umas reflexões, uns poemitas e mais algumas coisitas que nos vierem à cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu como hoje estou inspirada, vou começar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando a ler um livro chamado "O Dia em que Sócrates vestiu jeans", cujo tema é: como poderá a filosofia melhorar a nossa vida?&lt;br /&gt;Bem o facto é que ao principio não percebi quase nada, mas agora já entrei mais na onda do livro e começo a descobrir coisas e a perceber conceitos e pensamentos que nunca antes pensei entender. Todos nós conhecemos a célebre frase "Só sei que nada sei" de Sócrates. Pois bem o que ele queria dizer com isto não era que não sabia nada, que era basicamente um burro. Eu nunca pensei isso, mas não compreendia o que esta expressão queria bem dizer. Li o livro e agora percebo realmente a essência desta frase. E para isso aí vai uma espécie de poema x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só sei que nada sei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não nada sei,&lt;br /&gt;nada posso saber,&lt;br /&gt;então não sei que não sei,&lt;br /&gt;não tenho conhecimento da minha ignorância.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;Se eu conheço os meus limites,&lt;br /&gt;os meus pontos fracos e fortes,&lt;br /&gt;então tenho consciência de que sei algo,&lt;br /&gt;mas també tenho consciência que não sei,&lt;br /&gt;que sou ainda ignorante,&lt;br /&gt;e quanto mais sei,&lt;br /&gt;mais sei que me falta saber,&lt;br /&gt;mais tenho que conhecer,&lt;br /&gt;mais tenho que aprender,&lt;br /&gt;Por isso sei que tenho que o fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que tenho que investigar,&lt;br /&gt;trabalhar,&lt;br /&gt;estudar,&lt;br /&gt;ponderar.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso quanto mais sei,&lt;br /&gt;mais sei que desconheço,&lt;br /&gt;daí aquele filósofo dizer,&lt;br /&gt;"Só sei que nada sei",&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é que mais tenho que saber,&lt;br /&gt;Mais tenho que conhecer,&lt;br /&gt;para com isso poder crescer,&lt;br /&gt;poder ser melhor ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Admitir que não se sabe é por vezes o mais nobre e correcto a fazer.&lt;/em&gt; by Inês Gouveia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enjoy ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-3305812968382863752?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3305812968382863752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=3305812968382863752&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/3305812968382863752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/3305812968382863752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-reflection.html' title='First Reflection...'/><author><name>Inês Gouveia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13443088132364343498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvcGfQBpZ3Y/TAq3NzByipI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hPY0gGfo9PM/S220/DSC02227.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089565246184164592.post-4010855594096850780</id><published>2008-03-11T22:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:20:42.802Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introdução'/><title type='text'>Introdução</title><content type='html'>Caros leitores, este é o primeiro post deste blog, esperemos que seja o primeiro de muitos. O nosso objectivo com este blog é transmitir-vos alguns dos nossos pensamentos, textos e poemas. Ambiciona-mos poder fazer um minimo de 1 post por cada leitor durante a semana, caso o tempo nos o permita. Sempre que tivermos um novo trabalho, texto ou poema tentaremos transmitir-vos o mesmo. caso tenham alguma dúvida, sugestão, opinião ou até um trabalho vosso que queiram ver publicado neste blog é favor enviarem para o seguinte e-mail: &lt;a href="mailto:pensadores_@hotmail.com"&gt;pensadores_@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Para finalizar, quero apenas referir que este blog é constituído por 4 autores: Nelson Monteiro, Ines Gouveia, Diogo Costa e David Lucas, o blog será supervisionado por eles,  e todo o seu conteúdo passará, primeiro, pelos autores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais a acrescentar desejo-vos uma óptima estadia no blog, cumprimentos:  Os autores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089565246184164592-4010855594096850780?l=centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4010855594096850780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4089565246184164592&amp;postID=4010855594096850780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/4010855594096850780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089565246184164592/posts/default/4010855594096850780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centrodepensamentos.blogspot.com/2008/03/introduo.html' title='Introdução'/><author><name>Rodriguez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746490205914228177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TSV1_AvFp6Q/R9mpOCLCf6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z-KIu4iTI-E/S220/wee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
