<?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-10809564</id><updated>2011-10-10T04:28:46.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perene</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-4437886182924390025</id><published>2008-05-28T15:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:00:12.374+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada</title><content type='html'>Foi criado um serzinho perfeito, feito por medida para encher o meu coração. É único e maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agradeço todos os dias, incrédula de tanta sorte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-4437886182924390025?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/4437886182924390025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=4437886182924390025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/4437886182924390025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/4437886182924390025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2008/05/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-2746182624779596806</id><published>2008-05-13T15:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:14:07.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiPm6q4nNLs/SCmiHyGupUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gR5p5oxBF4w/s1600-h/Silhueta5net.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199865499368727874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiPm6q4nNLs/SCmiHyGupUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gR5p5oxBF4w/s320/Silhueta5net.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Amizade é uma forma de Amor, que se traduz pela vontade que se tem de estar com os amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-2746182624779596806?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/2746182624779596806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=2746182624779596806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/2746182624779596806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/2746182624779596806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2008/05/amizade-uma-forma-de-amor-que-se-traduz.html' title=''/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiPm6q4nNLs/SCmiHyGupUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gR5p5oxBF4w/s72-c/Silhueta5net.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-1957697007722685468</id><published>2007-11-29T10:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-29T10:43:20.764Z</updated><title type='text'>1º aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiPm6q4nNLs/R06XsXjesgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nyY33smpCxo/s1600-h/7037_mafalda_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138211013369180674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiPm6q4nNLs/R06XsXjesgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nyY33smpCxo/s320/7037_mafalda_img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque faltam 3 dias para o 1º aniversário da minha Princesa Mafalda , não podia deixar de a apresentar.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por seres a lontrinha que és.&lt;br /&gt;Haverá ser á face da terra que adore tanto a esta Dona?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-1957697007722685468?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/1957697007722685468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=1957697007722685468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/1957697007722685468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/1957697007722685468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-aniversrio.html' title='1º aniversário'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wiPm6q4nNLs/R06XsXjesgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nyY33smpCxo/s72-c/7037_mafalda_img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-116861405912570782</id><published>2007-01-12T14:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-12T15:00:59.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Sebastião</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7030/260/1600/294081/x1pxOYwqu4SjF7aDzlE1kXdjs1u5l9abNVVIDb4KHEludKA4PLPMgNCjoC5YtuNx2vegYQp638MFgR_oUEjKo7drZGAwXGV0Ei-IkKwNN6EfPyQ0l8YIsRXFulkOCzYa_iSXWWBdqwOEDTdAhSK2lX5YUo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7030/260/320/831352/x1pxOYwqu4SjF7aDzlE1kXdjs1u5l9abNVVIDb4KHEludKA4PLPMgNCjoC5YtuNx2vegYQp638MFgR_oUEjKo7drZGAwXGV0Ei-IkKwNN6EfPyQ0l8YIsRXFulkOCzYa_iSXWWBdqwOEDTdAhSK2lX5YUo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o meu novo amor, secção 3 lugar numero 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-116861405912570782?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/116861405912570782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=116861405912570782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/116861405912570782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/116861405912570782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2007/01/sebastio.html' title='Sebastião'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-115931418864583647</id><published>2006-09-27T00:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T00:43:08.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundamental levar a vida a dançar!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chiclete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;_taxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como tudo o que é coisa que promete&lt;br /&gt;A gente vê como uma chiclete&lt;br /&gt;Que se prova, mastiga e deita fora, sem demora&lt;br /&gt;Como esta música é produto acabado&lt;br /&gt;Da sociedade de consumo imediato&lt;br /&gt;Como tudo o que se promete nesta vida, chiclete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiclete, aua aua aua aua aua ah!&lt;br /&gt;aua aua aua aua aua ah! (chiclete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesta altura e com muita inquietação&lt;br /&gt;Faço um reparo e quero abrir uma excepção&lt;br /&gt;Um casse-tete nunca será não, chiclete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra que tudo continue sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Fundamental levar a vida a dançar&lt;br /&gt;Nesta vida que tanto promete, chiclete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiclete, aua aua aua aua aua ah!&lt;br /&gt;aua aua aua aua aua ah! (chiclete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como tudo o que é coisa que promete&lt;br /&gt;A gente vê como uma chiclete&lt;br /&gt;Que se prova, mastiga e deita fora, sem demora&lt;br /&gt;Como esta música é produto acabado&lt;br /&gt;Da sociedade de consumo imediato&lt;br /&gt;Como tudo o que se promete nesta vida, chiclete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiclete, aua aua aua aua aua ah!&lt;br /&gt;aua aua aua aua aua ah! (chiclete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiclete&lt;br /&gt;chiclete&lt;br /&gt;chiclete&lt;br /&gt;chiclete&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-115931418864583647?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/115931418864583647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=115931418864583647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/115931418864583647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/115931418864583647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2006/09/fundamental-levar-vida-danar.html' title='Fundamental levar a vida a dançar!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-115874741873794986</id><published>2006-09-20T11:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:16:58.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the pageant of the bizarre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7030/260/1600/x1pxOYwqu4SjF7aDzlE1kXdjs1u5l9abNVVIDb4KHEludJxjzYOznxtKPS4AK6MA9mFbF8LYd8AGoM6zUU84zinaQA77uwf2lyjQcKgRpaRxIAUZ6V0ir0cYmIQiUOuEhgMl1qfXhbBXwX5ta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7030/260/320/x1pxOYwqu4SjF7aDzlE1kXdjs1u5l9abNVVIDb4KHEludJxjzYOznxtKPS4AK6MA9mFbF8LYd8AGoM6zUU84zinaQA77uwf2lyjQcKgRpaRxIAUZ6V0ir0cYmIQiUOuEhgMl1qfXhbBXwX5ta.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as catatuas muito felizes na relva a som dos zero 7 no festival sudoeste 2006. &lt;br /&gt;amiga, rolar na relva é do best ;) só tu para aturares uma amiga tontinha... vamos ser amigas até ás proximas vidas. e agora é esta a nossa banda sonora. até á proxima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Normal, you and me&lt;br /&gt;What you're signing on for&lt;br /&gt;Is a storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you think you're tough&lt;br /&gt;Give me all your love&lt;br /&gt;And I'll give you every little piece of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch a falling star you'll go far&lt;br /&gt;In the pageant of the bizarre&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch a falling star you'll go far&lt;br /&gt;In the pageant of the bizarre&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never be a nuclear family&lt;br /&gt;But a rainbow will begin at our feet&lt;br /&gt;And if you take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Beware that this boat can&lt;br /&gt;Run aground making the ocean floor weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch a falling star you'll go far&lt;br /&gt;In the pageant of the bizarre&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch a falling star you'll go far&lt;br /&gt;In the pageant of the bizarre&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch a falling star you'll go far&lt;br /&gt;In the pageant of the bizarre&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch a falling star you'll go far&lt;br /&gt;In the pageant of the bizarre&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You're my remedy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may fall indeed, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You'll find peace with me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You're my remedy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may fall indeed, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You'll find peace with me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Peace with me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You're my remedy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may fall indeed, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-115874741873794986?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/115874741873794986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=115874741873794986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/115874741873794986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/115874741873794986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2006/09/pageant-of-bizarre.html' title='the pageant of the bizarre'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-115868220307052529</id><published>2006-09-19T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T10:51:10.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalíssima</title><content type='html'>Venho deste modo informar que pertenço à classe dos finalistas.&lt;br /&gt;Por quantos anos não sei dizer mas que me sinto bem neste novo papel, sinto!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-115868220307052529?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/115868220307052529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=115868220307052529&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/115868220307052529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/115868220307052529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2006/09/finalssima.html' title='Finalíssima'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-114964333500695721</id><published>2006-06-07T02:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T18:39:20.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Doces Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque não acontece algo extraordinário?&lt;br /&gt;Algo que mude a minha vida radicalmente...&lt;br /&gt;Algo inesperado e maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;Queria que acontecesse algo humanamente incontrolável... Absolutamente arrebatador.&lt;br /&gt;É este o meu desejo, o meu sonho esta noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-114964333500695721?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/114964333500695721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=114964333500695721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/114964333500695721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/114964333500695721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2006/06/doces-sonhos.html' title='Doces Sonhos'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-114573385652380397</id><published>2006-04-22T20:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T12:46:58.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em retiro espiritual</title><content type='html'>Onde foram todos?&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão?&lt;br /&gt;I am all alone in my watery retreat...&lt;br /&gt;May you all have a very merry Christmas and a happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-114573385652380397?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/114573385652380397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=114573385652380397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/114573385652380397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/114573385652380397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2006/04/em-retiro-espiritual.html' title='Em retiro espiritual'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-114530501811737337</id><published>2006-04-17T21:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T21:20:53.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olá céu azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bom dia,&lt;br /&gt;O dia chama por ti...&lt;br /&gt;Eu chamo por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Ouves-me?&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/10809564-114530501811737337?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/114530501811737337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=114530501811737337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/114530501811737337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/114530501811737337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2006/04/ol-cu-azul.html' title='Olá céu azul'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-114505808848919421</id><published>2006-04-15T00:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T12:13:36.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;"The world forgetting, by the world forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!&lt;br /&gt;Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment --&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Eloisa to Abelard by Alexander Pope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7030/260/1600/images0.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7030/260/320/images0.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-114505808848919421?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/114505808848919421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=114505808848919421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/114505808848919421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/114505808848919421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2006/04/world-forgetting-by-world-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-114219942127554299</id><published>2006-03-12T21:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:36:03.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadavre Esqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Era uma vez uma princesa muito bonita, que vivia no alto da torre de um castelo, guardada por um terrível Dragão...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Na sua torre a linda princesa tinha como companhia um lindo texuguinho de pelo brilhante sedoso que se aninhava no seu colo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardada na torre, ela olhava pela janela emoldurada por reposteiros aveludados cor de vinho e sonhava com o Príncipe montado no seu cavalo prateado. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas longas noites de luar só a aia da princesa a visitava. Nidawi, aparecia com a cesta de frutas, sentava-se escovando o cabelo da princesa ouvindo-a cantar doces melodias sobre os seus desejos e fantasias.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viria um dia o príncipe do cavalo alado salva-la do alto da torre guardada pelo terrível dragão?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/10809564-114219942127554299?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/114219942127554299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=114219942127554299&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/114219942127554299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/114219942127554299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2006/03/cadavre-esqui.html' title='Cadavre Esqui'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-114219923437725696</id><published>2006-03-12T21:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T00:18:49.956Z</updated><title type='text'>Era uma vez uma fada princesa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7030/260/1600/trapped.jpg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7030/260/320/trapped.jpg.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-Serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/art/t/h/thomas/copyright_thomas.html"&gt; © Thomas F Abrahamsson. All rights reserved!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-114219923437725696?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/114219923437725696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=114219923437725696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/114219923437725696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/114219923437725696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2006/03/era-uma-vez-uma-fada-princesa.html' title='Era uma vez uma fada princesa...'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-113587100627638798</id><published>2005-12-29T15:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-29T15:43:26.306Z</updated><title type='text'>Um dia o chão treme</title><content type='html'>Esta noite enquanto embalava a minha insónia o chão tremeu.&lt;br /&gt;Suspeitei da minha furia, das minhas frustrações, da minha falta de capacidade para me acalmar e ver as coisas de maneira mais suave. Porque seria que a minha cama tremia?&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordei, já não me lembrei.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci? Esquecerei?&lt;br /&gt;Afinal foram mesmo sismos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-113587100627638798?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/113587100627638798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=113587100627638798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/113587100627638798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/113587100627638798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/12/um-dia-o-cho-treme.html' title='Um dia o chão treme'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-113414061297279668</id><published>2005-12-09T14:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:14:56.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Discos pedidos</title><content type='html'>Dedico esta música ao dono daquele olhar que me deixa fraca das pernas. E mais não digo porque está na letra.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro os clássicos pirosos. Não há nada melhor para descrever o que sinto neste momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, every now and then I get a&lt;br /&gt;little bit lonely and you're never coming around&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I get a&lt;br /&gt;little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I get a&lt;br /&gt;little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I get a&lt;br /&gt;little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and&lt;br /&gt;then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and&lt;br /&gt;then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I get a&lt;br /&gt;little bit restless and I dream of something wild&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I get a&lt;br /&gt;little bit helpless and I'm lying like a child in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I get a&lt;br /&gt;little bit angry and I know I've got to get out and cry&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I get a&lt;br /&gt;little bit terrified but then I see the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and&lt;br /&gt;then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and&lt;br /&gt;then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I need you more than ever&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll only hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;We'll be holding on forever&lt;br /&gt;And we'll only be making it right&lt;br /&gt;Cause we'll never be wrong together&lt;br /&gt;We can take it to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark&lt;br /&gt;We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks&lt;br /&gt;I really need you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I was falling in love&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm only falling apart&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was light in my life&lt;br /&gt;But now there's only love in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can say&lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround bright eyes&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround bright eyes&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, every now and then I know&lt;br /&gt;you'll never be the boy you always you wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, every now and then I know&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be the only boy who wanted me the way that I am&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, every now and then I know&lt;br /&gt;there's no one in the universe as magical and wonderous as you&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, every now and then I know&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing any better and there's nothing I just wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and&lt;br /&gt;then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and&lt;br /&gt;then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I need you more than ever&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll only hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;We'll be holding on forever&lt;br /&gt;And we'll only be making it right&lt;br /&gt;Cause we'll never be wrong together&lt;br /&gt;We can take it to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark&lt;br /&gt;We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks&lt;br /&gt;I really need you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I was falling in love&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm only falling apart&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was light in my life&lt;br /&gt;But now there's only love in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can say&lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bonnie Tyler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-113414061297279668?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/113414061297279668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=113414061297279668&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/113414061297279668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/113414061297279668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/12/discos-pedidos.html' title='Discos pedidos'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-113398893664635353</id><published>2005-12-07T20:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-08T16:51:42.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Paixão</title><content type='html'>Já na tua vida te sentiste tão amado e desejado de uma maneira tão completa e tão incondicional que sentias o sangue a fervilhar cada vez que ele olhava para ti? Já pensaste que se a tua paixão crescesse um só milímetro mais explodirias?&lt;br /&gt;É um amor sem barreiras nem expectativas.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar nos olhos e ter prazer físico.&lt;br /&gt;Fazer tudo de bom e tudo de mal sem esperar nada em troca.&lt;br /&gt;Odiar e amar até à rotura.&lt;br /&gt;Estar juntos ser quente e completo como um vulcão em erupção que á mínima provocação explode cada vez mais e por outro lado ser uma sensação calma e segura como estar em cima de uma nuvem de algodão.&lt;br /&gt;É borboletas no estômago e a pulsação descompassada, são faces quentes e rosadas e um sorriso descontrolado com olhos, boca e orelhas que não param nunca de sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;São arrepios de frio e de calor na expectativa de estarem juntos.&lt;br /&gt;É a sensação de rebentar de tanta felicidade só de o veres, só de o ouvires.&lt;br /&gt;É saberes nas veias que ele sente precisamente o mesmo que tu  por mais que os mares e as montanhas vos possam separar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para o meu adorado Tó, para que um dia se sinta completamente tomado por um sentimento que não consiga controlar e ser infinitamente feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-113398893664635353?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/113398893664635353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=113398893664635353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/113398893664635353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/113398893664635353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/12/paixo.html' title='Paixão'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-113395775641614987</id><published>2005-12-07T12:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-07T12:15:56.436Z</updated><title type='text'>Places</title><content type='html'>Past love died, as she cried, I saw beauty&lt;br /&gt;Girls wished for boys and scared them away&lt;br /&gt;As I saw beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;My feet keep on taking me back, back, back to those places&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;My knees keep on shaking from fright, fright, fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared and cold, now you're old&lt;br /&gt;Time thaws, but you'll break&lt;br /&gt;There's a hole in my soul&lt;br /&gt;How much more will it take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;My feet keep on taking me back, back, back to those places&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;My knees keep on shaking from fright, fright, fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw, I saw&lt;br /&gt;And it moved all of the gray aside&lt;br /&gt;I saw, I saw&lt;br /&gt;It moved all of the gray aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;My feet keep on taking me back, back, back to those places&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;My knees keep on shaking from fright, fright, fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Ours&lt;br /&gt;Album: Precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-113395775641614987?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/113395775641614987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=113395775641614987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/113395775641614987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/113395775641614987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/12/places.html' title='Places'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-113345178491339305</id><published>2005-12-01T15:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:43:04.936Z</updated><title type='text'>La Tortura</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ay payita mía&lt;br /&gt;Guárdate la poesía&lt;br /&gt;Guárdate la alegría pa'ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pido que todos los días sean de sol&lt;br /&gt;No pido que todos los viernes sean de fiesta&lt;br /&gt;Tampoco te pido que vuelvas rogando perdón&lt;br /&gt;Si lloras con los ojos secos&lt;br /&gt;Y hablando de ella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay amor me duele tanto&lt;br /&gt;Me duele tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que te fueras sin decir a donde&lt;br /&gt;Ay amor,&lt;br /&gt;fue una tortura&lt;br /&gt;perderte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão: Yo se que no he sido un santo&lt;br /&gt;Pero lo puedo arreglar amor&lt;br /&gt;No solo de pan vive el hombre&lt;br /&gt;Y no de excusas vivo yo.&lt;br /&gt;Solo de errores se aprende&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Mejor te guardas&lt;br /&gt;todo eso&lt;br /&gt;A otro perro&lt;br /&gt;con ese hueso&lt;br /&gt;Y nos decimos adiós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo pedir que el invierno perdone a un rosal&lt;br /&gt;No puedo pedir a los olmos que entreguen peras&lt;br /&gt;No puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal&lt;br /&gt;Y andar arrojando a los cerdos miles de perlas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay amor me duele tanto&lt;br /&gt;Me duele tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que no creas más en mis promesas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay amor&lt;br /&gt;Es una tortura&lt;br /&gt;Perderte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repete refrão :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te bajes, no te bajes&lt;br /&gt;Oye negrita mira, no te rajes&lt;br /&gt;De lunes a viernes tienes mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Déjame el sábado a mi que es mejor&lt;br /&gt;Oye mi negra no me castigues más&lt;br /&gt;Porque allá afuera sin ti no tengo paz&lt;br /&gt;Yo solo soy un hombre muy arrepentido&lt;br /&gt;Soy como el ave que vuelve a su nido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que no he sido un santo&lt;br /&gt;Pero lo puedo arreglar amor&lt;br /&gt;No solo de pan vive el hombre&lt;br /&gt;Y no de excusas vivo yo.&lt;br /&gt;Solo de errores se aprende&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Ay ay ay,&lt;br /&gt;Ay ay ay,&lt;br /&gt;Ay, todo lo que he hecho por ti&lt;br /&gt;Fue una tortura perderte&lt;br /&gt;Me duele tanto que sea asi&lt;br /&gt;Sigue llorando perdón&lt;br /&gt;Yo... yo no voy&lt;br /&gt;A llorar por ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shakira Mebarak R.&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/10809564-113345178491339305?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-113283977118027818</id><published>2005-11-24T13:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-24T13:42:51.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Principio do Uniformitarismo</title><content type='html'>É esta a máxima do actual objecto do meu afecto:&lt;br /&gt;“O passado e o presente são chaves para o futuro.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-113283977118027818?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/113283977118027818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=113283977118027818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/113283977118027818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/113283977118027818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/11/principio-do-uniformitarismo.html' title='Principio do Uniformitarismo'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-113206504153039970</id><published>2005-11-15T14:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-15T14:30:41.553Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fica aqui um docinho de alguém (&lt;a href="http://pt-2-lt.blogspot.com/2005/09/era-tudo-quando-ela-me-dizia-benvindo.html"&gt;Truth&lt;/a&gt;) que mudou de morada em todos os sentidos e que nas suas divagações pelo mundo, na sua puerilidade, vai deixando cair goluseimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-113206504153039970?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/113206504153039970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=113206504153039970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/113206504153039970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/113206504153039970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/11/fica-aqui-um-docinho-de-algum-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-113206410408135173</id><published>2005-11-15T14:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-15T14:15:04.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Ontem não escrevi</title><content type='html'>O que dizer quando nos falta a voz, quando nos faltam as palavras, quando nos faltam os sentimentos?&lt;br /&gt;O amor, os assuntos do coração, são o combustível de uma mente inspirada que transborda sons, palavras e sentimentos. É recurso ilimitado  para uma máquina sedenta.&lt;br /&gt;Porque não escrevi ontem? Porque não me transportei para a frente de caracteres negros que simbolizam o sangue que me corre cá dentro?&lt;br /&gt;Ontem estava feliz. A casa cai. A crise aperta. A insegurança é maior. Mas ontem estava feliz. E ontem não escrevi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-113206410408135173?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/113206410408135173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=113206410408135173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/113206410408135173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/113206410408135173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/11/ontem-no-escrevi.html' title='Ontem não escrevi'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112979982738062110</id><published>2005-10-20T10:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T10:49:32.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Where is the moment we need at the most&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee to go&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;(Oh.. Holiday..)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not wrong&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like&lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel Powter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112979982738062110?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112979982738062110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112979982738062110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/10/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112975237170414016</id><published>2005-10-18T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T10:15:38.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:personname st="on" productid="em Alhandra. Sou"&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;Vivo desde 2001 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;numa casinha na parte antiga de uma terreola junto ao Tejo; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;itio que concebi para que eu tivesse o espaço físico e mental para fazer os meus trabalhos (que requerem mesmo muito espaço e tempo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:'Arial Unicode MS';"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;A casa em questão é uma casa com mais de 100 anos que foi dividida em duas parcelas por uma parede de tabique. A parcela adjacente à minha foi recentemente vendida. Os novos proprietários além das obras insólitas que põem a minha casa em risco de colapso têm tido uma postura ainda bastante mais insólita.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, o proprietário, que é quem está a fazer as obras propriamente ditas,em part-time, ou seja fora das horas normais de trabalho e aos fins de semana.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo, começou por demolir o telhado que é comum às duas casas e que segundo a lei deveria ser preservado pois é obrigatório preservar as características arquitectónicas daquela zona. Assim expôs uma parede de tabique com mais de 50 anos que é a barreira entre a minha casa e o céu aberto.&lt;br /&gt;Terceiro, o seu objectivo é cortar uma das vigas de apoio do telhado( que suporta inclusive o meu) para poder levantar a empena de um dos lados do telhado e colocar uma telhado préfabicado da empresa Cimianto, ficando este com um declive de 4 graus, que é certamente o indicado para uma cobertura plana e não para um telhado como o referido.&lt;br /&gt;Quarto, e mais importante, este senhor não tem qualquer projecto aprovado, licenças ou sequer seguros para efectuar estas obras e muito menos aptidões, noções ou conhecimentos de construção civil e arquitectura.&lt;br /&gt;O que me leva ao desespero de vos escrever é a situação em que esta mesma pessoa me está a colocar. Sou obrigada a deixar a minha casa sempre que ele e quem o possa acompanhar( isto a qualquer hora ou em qualquer dia de semana ou fim de semana) vão para a obra fazer o que quer que seja, pelo barulho e muito mais importante pela insalubridade que causa na minha casa.&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos dois meses tenho que viver com os meu moveis, mesas de trabalho, cama, roupa e tudo o que tenho tapado por lençóis e sempre que chego a casa tenho que efectuar as respectivas limpezas em vez de fazer o que deveria. Que seria, preparar a minha refeição, estudar e fazer os meus trabalhos da faculdade que garanto que já me dão trabalho suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com as minhas tentativas de fazer compreender ao senhor em questão a instabilidade que me está a causar ele insiste que me "está a fazer uma favor"( isto mesmo quando leva os seus alunos da canoagem ao domingo para brincarem às obras, deixando jovens entre os 10 e os 16 anos sozinhos num cenário muito pouco próprio e inseguro como fez no passado domingo 16 de outubro).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;Estou cansada de não poder Habitar na minha casa como uma pessoa normal. Eu, juntamente com a minha família já fizemos esforços de protesto junto à Câmara Municipal e mesmo junto á GNR local. Posso acrescentar que tudo o que foi feito até ao momento foi oferecerem-me um copo de água com açúcar para me acalmar. Mais insólito que isto desconheço!&lt;br /&gt;Parece que este senhor deve ter os seus"conhecimentos" e está a cima da lei, do senso comum, da moral e todas as regras que se aplicam a uma comunidade civilizada.&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/10809564-112975237170414016?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112975237170414016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112975237170414016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112975237170414016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112975237170414016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/10/vivo-desde-2001-numa-casinha-na-parte.html' title=''/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112893503150182342</id><published>2005-10-10T09:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T10:24:30.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom dia.</title><content type='html'>Olá Outono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obs. Parabéns aos vencedores destas eleições. Que façam um bom trabalho e que no mínimo realizem aquilo que se propuseram a fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Poderia escrever um discurso de posição política e ideológica mas não o vou fazer. Infelizmente nem todos podemos comprar o bem estar e a paz de espírio em forma de muro de 3 metros de altura á nossa volta, por isso devemos contribuir para o bem estar e felicidade geral.&lt;br /&gt;É bom ajudar alguém a ser feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112893503150182342?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112893503150182342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112893503150182342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112893503150182342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112893503150182342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/10/bom-dia.html' title='Bom dia.'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112846614521116528</id><published>2005-10-04T23:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T23:55:56.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix You</title><content type='html'>When you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want, but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;When the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;High up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;If you never try you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coldplay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps. obrigada amiguinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112846614521116528?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112846614521116528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112846614521116528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112846614521116528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112846614521116528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/10/fix-you.html' title='Fix You'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112842046456030237</id><published>2005-10-04T11:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T11:07:44.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Antropologia do Espaço</title><content type='html'>“(...) a personalidade age tanto pela sua passividade como pela sua intervenção; a ausência não equivale ao desaparecimento do sujeito; num certo sentido, é um acto e, por vezes, mesmo o de maiores consequências...&lt;br /&gt;(...) o homem pratica, muitas vezes, o mal desejando praticar o bem; mas chega também a querer praticar o mal pelo mal. O seu desejo é ambíguo, pois traz em si uma violência indissoluvelmente ligada ao amor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jean-Marie Domenach &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Abordagens à Modernidade&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112842046456030237?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112842046456030237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112842046456030237&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112842046456030237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112842046456030237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/10/antropologia-do-espao.html' title='Antropologia do Espaço'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112841990590567056</id><published>2005-10-02T10:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:58:25.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obras. Vivam os desportistas!</title><content type='html'>A minha casa está situada numa rua da parte velha de uma antiga vila junto ao rio. Antes de eu decidir fazer um projecto de recuperação, esta velha casinha era uma oficina de carpintaria. How posh! I live in a loft conversion by the river.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que virou moda viver aqui. Tenho vizinhos novos que estão a remodelar a velha casa do lado.&lt;br /&gt;Vivam os desportistas. O novo proprietário é o meu antigo professor de canoagem. Um campeão romeno fugido da sua terra natal, casado com uma rapariga portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo, ele pediu ajuda a alguns colegas e amigos do clube naval e estão todos aqui bronzeados e de calções a ajudar no trabalhos. Acho que nunca gostei tanto de regar o meu quintal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Lamentável é a ameaça eminente de fazerem ruir o meu telhado. Salve-se quem puder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112841990590567056?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112841990590567056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112841990590567056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112841990590567056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112841990590567056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/10/obras-vivam-os-desportistas.html' title='Obras. Vivam os desportistas!'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112678916964088155</id><published>2005-09-15T13:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T13:59:29.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty, grace and greatness</title><content type='html'>For me the ordinary isn't enough. I want something extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S.C.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112678916964088155?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112678916964088155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112678916964088155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112678916964088155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112678916964088155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/09/beauty-grace-and-greatness.html' title='Beauty, grace and greatness'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112548125212540060</id><published>2005-08-31T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T10:40:52.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;       &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;                    &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr valign="top"&gt;                    &lt;/tr&gt;            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;You're not ready for love if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;you're still not over your last relationship. To form a new one you need to be in neutral gear emotionally - i.e. not in love, not in hate. If you're still reading his horoscope, hoping he'll ring, or delivering deranged monologues to him in your head, then don't even think about it. You will hardly endear yourself to anyone new if you're clearly still obsessed with your ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.ivillage.co.uk/relationships/dating/single/articles/0,,137_674673,00.html?nlcid=c%7C401,13000"&gt;http://www.ivillage.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112548125212540060?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112548125212540060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112548125212540060&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112548125212540060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112548125212540060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/08/ups.html' title='Ups!!!!'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112507311873924026</id><published>2005-08-26T16:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T17:18:38.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prisioneira</title><content type='html'>Sinto-me como um prisioneiro a cumprir a sua pena.&lt;br /&gt;Conto os dias que passam e risco a parede. Cada risco a cada dia. Os dias passam e eu espero.&lt;br /&gt;O meu crime desconheço. Mesmo sem julgamento a sentença é: Culpada. A duração da pena é indefinida.&lt;br /&gt;Divago entre contas e calendários. Penso no dia de amanhã, penso no fim da pena.&lt;br /&gt;E depois, o que será de mim? O recomeço, o regresso á vida provará ser ainda mais penoso e difícil. Conto apenas com os dias, semanas e meses que por mim passam e me acrescentam, que me fazem crescer, envelhecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112507311873924026?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112507311873924026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112507311873924026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112507311873924026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112507311873924026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/08/prisioneira.html' title='Prisioneira'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112499176431344310</id><published>2005-08-25T18:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T18:42:44.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivialidades</title><content type='html'>Hoje o dia correu bem.&lt;br /&gt;Nada de novo a acrescentar mas achei que devia partilhar a minha boa disposição por razão nenhuma. Partilhar algum bem-estar para variar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112499176431344310?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112499176431344310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112499176431344310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112499176431344310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112499176431344310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/08/trivialidades.html' title='Trivialidades'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112491531801653483</id><published>2005-08-24T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:28:38.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginários</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Olá.&lt;br /&gt;Como estão as férias? Qual foi o destino escolhido para a viagem deste verão? Contas-me as aventuras todas? Foste com algum dos teus amigos? Ou não?&lt;br /&gt;Estás preparar-te para a volta à faculdade? Para ti está quase eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;Como estou? Estou bem. Quer dizer, vou sobrevivendo. Ainda me lembro de ti... sim lembro. Já não tanto como dantes. Acho que vou ser capaz. Eu sei, eu sei que achas importante.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112491531801653483?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112491531801653483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112491531801653483&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112491531801653483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112491531801653483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/08/imaginrios.html' title='Imaginários'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112458338602120333</id><published>2005-08-21T01:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T01:18:34.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Desespero, a falta da esperança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;É novamente sábado á noite e eu aqui estou.&lt;br /&gt;Saí às 24h do meu “summer job” infernal para chegar a uma casa vazia. Vazia de tudo, e eu também...&lt;br /&gt;A esperança de passar esta fase da vida torna-se ínfima com o passar dos dias. Tudo parece tornar-se pior, tudo parece mais difícil e mais longe do fim. Contenho as lágrimas a muito custo e quando, finalmente, as posso libertar secaram. Tenho conversas hipotéticas com a pessoa que já só existe na minha imaginação. Ajuda o desabafo mas falta a voz de retorno.&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei a um ponto em que acho que só algo muito improvável e inesperado pode mudar a situação.&lt;br /&gt;Sonho, mas a esperança já não habita esta casa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112458338602120333?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112458338602120333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112458338602120333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112458338602120333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112458338602120333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/08/o-desespero-falta-da-esperana.html' title='O Desespero, a falta da esperança...'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112458249777125983</id><published>2005-08-10T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T01:17:35.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Queria informar, em relação ao ultimo post, que correu mal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112458249777125983?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112458249777125983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112458249777125983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112458249777125983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112458249777125983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112195863068158620</id><published>2005-07-21T16:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T16:16:15.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em contagem decrescente</title><content type='html'>Este calor não deixa vontade para linhas de palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Também não ajuda ter outras outras obrigações e pensamentos em mente.&lt;br /&gt;De hoje a oito dias estarei oficialmente de férias da faculdade e o momento da verdade espera-me. Segunda feira ás 9:30 da manhã terei decidido o meu destino e nos dias seguintes o meu futuro académico fica então à mecê de terceiros. A pressão tem me deixado um pouco esquisita, baralhada e pior que tudo petrificada. O meu melhor amigo neste momento é o jogo de solitaire do meu pc. Triste não é?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112195863068158620?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112195863068158620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112195863068158620&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112195863068158620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112195863068158620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/07/em-contagem-decrescente.html' title='Em contagem decrescente'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112112092555626310</id><published>2005-07-11T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:34:00.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>London Bombings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deixei Londres.&lt;br /&gt;Deixei lá uma lista de amigos. Desde que voltei tenho mantido contacto mais com uns do que com outros. Há sempre pessoas mais fáceis de contactar do que outras.&lt;br /&gt;Deixei lá a minha afilhada e a minha step sister. Deixei uma surrugate grand mother. Deixei a minha melhor amiga de infância e uma nossa amiga do liceu. Deixei alguns ex-namorados e seus respectivos amigos que por algum tempo também foram meus. Deixei colegas de universidade e companheiros de residência.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não tive coragem para ligar para Londres para saber do bem estar destas pessoas. Admito que sou cobarde. SOU TÃO COBARDE!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Esta tarde quando estava a ligar o meu messenger apareceu como de costume o Naseer, uma das pessoas com quem mantenho contacto regularmente. Foi então que ele me contou que foi apanhado pelo atentado terrorista na estação de Liverpool Street. Contou-me dos seus ferimentos e da sensação horrível de ser projectado no ar por uma explosão.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Estou tão agradecida por ele ter sobrevivido. Agora só falta saber das restantes pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Como vou arranjar coragem para esta tarefa?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112112092555626310?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112112092555626310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112112092555626310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112112092555626310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112112092555626310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/07/london-bombings.html' title='London Bombings'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112077131810363087</id><published>2005-07-07T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T00:17:55.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Ego Masculino</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O Ego Masculino é algo bizarro e peculiar.&lt;br /&gt;Quando perguntamos a um homem se é "bom na cama" a resposta que se obtém é um evidente e  "sim!" bastante determinado.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegamos á conclusão que aquele "sim!" não é assim tão verdadeiro nós mulheres temos duas escolhas. A primeira é não admitir que o parceiro em questão realmente não é bom no acto sexual e que não nos satisfaz deixando-o na ignorância. A segunda opção é informá-lo de que a sua performance realmente não é satisfatória e sugerir algumas melhorias.&lt;br /&gt;Agora deixem-me dizer que a segunda hipótese não é um caminho fácil. Normalmente não admitem que são maus. Usam desculpas como "eu só me queria satisfazer a mim" ou "tu queres é mais"( who are they kidding!!) e usam qualquer meio para negar a sua performance insatisfatória, muitas vezes negando-se a fazer qualquer coisa para mudar tal situação.&lt;br /&gt;Será assim tão difícil auto analisarem-se?&lt;br /&gt;Se me dissessem que tinha "falhas na cama" eu pensaria duas vezes com bastante humildade e tentaria no mínimo reflectir sobre essas falhas.&lt;br /&gt;Será o Ego Masculino poderoso suficiente para tornar um homem impermeável a qualquer critica ou sugestão? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112077131810363087?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112077131810363087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112077131810363087&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112077131810363087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112077131810363087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/07/o-ego-masculino.html' title='O Ego Masculino'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112056449976764119</id><published>2005-07-05T12:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:54:59.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Casa de Chocolate</title><content type='html'>"Friendships are very important, particularly when you are single. Sometimes I think that I wouldn't mind living in a large house with my friends, with various men coming to visit a couple of times a week to service us. It's not socially acceptable, I know, but sometimes I think it would be the ideal situation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Emma Gold in Easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112056449976764119?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112056449976764119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112056449976764119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112056449976764119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112056449976764119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/07/casa-de-chocolate.html' title='A Casa de Chocolate'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112052726846100712</id><published>2005-07-05T02:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T02:34:28.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrocel Dos Esquisitos</title><content type='html'>Sou mais um no carrossel&lt;br /&gt;Dos esquisitos&lt;br /&gt;Gente feia a girar&lt;br /&gt;Não é bonito?&lt;br /&gt;Juntos vamos celebrar&lt;br /&gt;Esta nossa palidez&lt;br /&gt;Que não dá p’ra disfarçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como abutres no céu&lt;br /&gt;São quase lindos&lt;br /&gt;Dois feiosos a rodar&lt;br /&gt;Gritando e rindo&lt;br /&gt;São aberrações no ar&lt;br /&gt;Oh meu querido&lt;br /&gt;Fecha os olhos p’ra me beijar&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo vai-se acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menos p’ra ti e p’ra mim&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu não te olhar&lt;br /&gt;De tão perto assim&lt;br /&gt;P’ra não me assustar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se uma bomba nuclear&lt;br /&gt;Tem a sua beleza&lt;br /&gt;Gente feia tem também&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo mata ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Que não mereça sim&lt;br /&gt;Morrer por ser ruim&lt;br /&gt;Por fazer sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Quem me quer assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobramos só nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém p’ra comparar&lt;br /&gt;O nosso bolo de arroz&lt;br /&gt;Com champanhe e caviar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by John Ulhoa Hélder Gonçalves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112052726846100712?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112052726846100712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112052726846100712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112052726846100712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112052726846100712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/07/carrocel-dos-esquisitos.html' title='Carrocel Dos Esquisitos'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112015408509101818</id><published>2005-06-30T18:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:54:45.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não há substituto para o que já fomos</title><content type='html'>Quero ir contigo andar de patins em linha.&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu a tua companheira e não há substituto possível. Não percebes?&lt;br /&gt;É contigo que quero ser feliz. Tenho tantas saudades... Corroem-me as entranhas como o sol me queima a pele nestes dias de verão como quando estávamos juntos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112015408509101818?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112015408509101818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112015408509101818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112015408509101818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112015408509101818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-h-substituto-para-o-que-j-fomos.html' title='Não há substituto para o que já fomos'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-112015170212311363</id><published>2005-06-30T18:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:15:02.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tartaruga e o Tartarugo encontram-se. Porque é que o Pikaxu e a Pikaxua não estão juntos?</title><content type='html'>A nossa novela continua, mesmo que tu não te apercebas.&lt;br /&gt;A vida continua a ser aquela montanha russa que tu e eu conhecemos.&lt;br /&gt;Agora só queria a tua mão para me segurar nesta descida vertiginosa e na subida que se aproxima.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que quando chegar ao topo tu vais lá estar e nunca mais nos vamos separar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-112015170212311363?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/112015170212311363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=112015170212311363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112015170212311363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/112015170212311363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/tartaruga-e-o-tartarugo-encontram-se.html' title='A Tartaruga e o Tartarugo encontram-se. Porque é que o Pikaxu e a Pikaxua não estão juntos?'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111999644160694705</id><published>2005-06-28T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T23:07:21.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stargazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Tonight I’m stargazing.&lt;br /&gt;The sky is pitch dark and clouds are scattered all around.&lt;br /&gt;The stars just barely make it through the thick sky. They’re looking down on me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking up for love. Will it ever find me?&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/10809564-111999644160694705?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111999644160694705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111999644160694705&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111999644160694705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111999644160694705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/stargazing.html' title='Stargazing'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111989908405546418</id><published>2005-06-27T20:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:04:44.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>negligência</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;caros leitores e confidentes.&lt;br /&gt;pela falta de comentários ou qualquer outro tipo de feedback estou a sentir-me negligênciada.&lt;br /&gt;se pensam que assim deixo de ter estas diarreias mentais horrivelmente cor de rosa estão enganados.&lt;br /&gt;vá lá é só um olá ou um beijinho... assim faço beicinho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111989908405546418?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111989908405546418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111989908405546418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111989908405546418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111989908405546418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/negligncia_27.html' title='negligência'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111982546992528854</id><published>2005-06-26T23:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T23:37:49.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e a festa continua...</title><content type='html'>querem matar-me!!!&lt;br /&gt;privam-me de horas essenciais de sono e ainda por cima submetem-me á tortura de ouvir musica pimba pela noite fora.&lt;br /&gt;só me resta fugir para o meu livro...talvez quem sabe com algodãozinho no ouvidinhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111982546992528854?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111982546992528854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111982546992528854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111982546992528854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111982546992528854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/e-festa-continua.html' title='e a festa continua...'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111966395226567180</id><published>2005-06-25T02:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T02:45:52.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde está o João Pestana?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quero dormir mas o João Pestana &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;deve estar na festa com o S. João, deve ser uma private party com entrada exclusiva.&lt;br /&gt;Que se calem as festas.&lt;br /&gt;Para quê tanto festejo?&lt;br /&gt;Caro S. João perdoa-me a minha ignorância mas qual foi o teu feito? Distribuíste insónias irmãmente?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111966395226567180?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111966395226567180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111966395226567180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111966395226567180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111966395226567180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/onde-est-o-joo-pestana.html' title='Onde está o João Pestana?'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111939547189320754</id><published>2005-06-22T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:13:03.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonicar, Tonicanso,  coisas de Pikaxus</title><content type='html'>Quero Tonicar&lt;br /&gt;Quero noites de goluseimas&lt;br /&gt;Quero fugir de casa ás 4h da manhã com a minha melhor amiga debaixo do braço&lt;br /&gt;Quero comer Hagen Das contigo e depois fazer amor,  muito amor&lt;br /&gt;Quero acordar com o calor do sol a pique  e ter-te ao meu lado na tua cama grande&lt;br /&gt;Quero ir para a praia contigo e fazer de conta que no mundo só nós existimos.&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te de volta&lt;br /&gt;Volta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111939547189320754?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111939547189320754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111939547189320754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111939547189320754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111939547189320754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/tonicar-tonicanso-coisas-de-pikaxus.html' title='Tonicar, Tonicanso,  coisas de Pikaxus'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111939505162640121</id><published>2005-06-22T00:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:04:11.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ainda não te esqueci...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111939505162640121?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111939505162640121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111939505162640121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111939505162640121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111939505162640121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/ainda-no-te-esqueci.html' title=''/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111939443862371423</id><published>2005-06-21T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:53:58.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Manner of speaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; In a Manner of speaking&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say&lt;br /&gt;That I could never forget the way&lt;br /&gt;You told me everything&lt;br /&gt;By saying nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a manner of speaking&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;How love in silence becomes reprimand&lt;br /&gt;But the way that i feel about you&lt;br /&gt;Is beyond words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh give me the words&lt;br /&gt;Give me the words&lt;br /&gt;That tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;Ohohohoh give me the words&lt;br /&gt;Give me the words&lt;br /&gt;That tell me everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a manner of speaking&lt;br /&gt;Semantics won't do&lt;br /&gt;In this life that we live we only make do&lt;br /&gt;And the way that we feel&lt;br /&gt;Might have to be sacrified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a manner of speaking&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say&lt;br /&gt;That just like you I should find a way&lt;br /&gt;To tell you everything&lt;br /&gt;By saying nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh give me the words&lt;br /&gt;Give me the words&lt;br /&gt;That tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;Ohohohoh give me the words&lt;br /&gt;Give me the words&lt;br /&gt;That tell me everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh give me the words&lt;br /&gt;Give me the words&lt;br /&gt;That tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;Ohohohoh give me the words&lt;br /&gt;Give me the words&lt;br /&gt;That tell me everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nouvelle Vague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Tuxedomoon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111939443862371423?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111939443862371423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111939443862371423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111939443862371423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111939443862371423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-manner-of-speaking.html' title='In a Manner of speaking'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111939355212250891</id><published>2005-06-21T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:39:12.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A. esta é para ti.</title><content type='html'>Este calor que sufoca lembra-me das noites em que faziamos amor até á exaustão.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me da tua pele quente, dos sinais pelo teu corpo.Lembro-me de cada um deles. Lembro-me como os inspeccionava como se cada um fosse a prova do que sentias por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a tua cara. Vejo a tua expressão de prazer. Oiço-te gemer em constante climax.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-te quente e intenso até a dor do prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-te a olhar-me nos olhos á luz da lua que entrava, atrevida, pela clarabóia.&lt;br /&gt;Dizias-me tudo sem uma unica palavra. Dizia-te tudo sem quebrar o silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhas comigo nestas noites de calor?&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me ouves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111939355212250891?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111939355212250891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111939355212250891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111939355212250891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111939355212250891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/esta-para-ti.html' title='A. esta é para ti.'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111922433151810065</id><published>2005-06-20T00:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T00:38:51.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue.&lt;br /&gt;I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted,&lt;br /&gt;And then someday you'd leave me for somebody new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry, why do I let myself worry?&lt;br /&gt;Wond'ring, what in the world did I do?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crazy for thinking that my love could hold you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for trying,&lt;br /&gt;And crazy for crying,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crazy for loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crazy for thinking that my love could hold you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for trying,&lt;br /&gt;And crazy for crying,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crazy for loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Patsy Cline&lt;br /&gt;Written by Willie Nelson.&lt;br /&gt;(© Sony-ATV Tree Publishing.)&lt;br /&gt;From "Dreaming - 16 Original Hits", © 1988, MCA Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111922433151810065?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111922433151810065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111922433151810065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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SINCERAMENTE!'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111912152916137206</id><published>2005-06-18T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T20:05:29.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>estás a levar-me a um sitio que prometi não voltar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111912152916137206?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111912152916137206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>neste meu estado...</title><content type='html'>quero que saibas que te vou esperar.&lt;br /&gt;vou ficar aqui. vou viver sem ti o tempo que for preciso e vou ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;quando voltares estarei á tua espera e poderemos retomar os nossos planos e sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;sou TUA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111911928910214536?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111911928910214536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111911928910214536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111911928910214536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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as mágoas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111900689848486376?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111900689848486376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111900689848486376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111900689848486376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111900689848486376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/apatia.html' title='apatia'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111877499274373077</id><published>2005-06-14T19:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T19:49:52.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unconditional Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favour to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," they replied, "We'd love to meet him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;faz-nos pensar. todos nós temos os nossos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;handicaps&lt;/span&gt; alguns físicos outros emocionais. existirá amor incondicional? aquele que nos ama por dentro e por fora, aquele que gosta de nós tal como nós somos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111877499274373077?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://spaces.msn.com/members/material-girl17/Blog/cns!1pAF795_Tv5hxneuwJgRUCUg!149.entry' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111877499274373077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111877499274373077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111877499274373077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111877499274373077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/unconditional-love-story-is-told-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111876799005916266</id><published>2005-06-14T17:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:53:10.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Little Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And slowly it fades, I'm back in the race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I have to fight it, I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I don't want to go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In this quiet little place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You run your fingers through my hair and whisper "Hey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And no matter how I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I can't seem to think of anything better to say  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K's Choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111876799005916266?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111876799005916266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111876799005916266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111876799005916266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111876799005916266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/quiet-little-place.html' title='Quiet Little Place'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111876194641225052</id><published>2005-06-14T16:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T16:12:26.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Never there</title><content type='html'>I need your arms around me, I need to feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;I need your understanding, I need your love so much&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you love me so, you tell me that you care&lt;br /&gt;But when I need you baby, you’re never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the phone long, long distance&lt;br /&gt;Always through such strong resistance&lt;br /&gt;First you say you’re too busy&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you even miss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never there&lt;br /&gt;You’re never there&lt;br /&gt;You’re never, ever, ever, ever there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A golden bird that flies away, a candle’s fickle flame&lt;br /&gt;To think I held you yesterday, your love was just a game&lt;br /&gt;A golden bird that flies away, a candle’s fickle flame&lt;br /&gt;To think I held you yesterday, your love was just a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you love me so, you tell me that you care&lt;br /&gt;But when I need you baby&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to get to know me&lt;br /&gt;If you want me why can’t you just show me&lt;br /&gt;We’re always on this roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;If you want me why can’t you get closer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never there&lt;br /&gt;You’re never there&lt;br /&gt;You’re never ever ever ever there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111876194641225052?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111870327572909316</id><published>2005-06-13T23:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T23:54:35.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peixinho da Alameda</title><content type='html'>Uma Ode a ti Peixinho merdívoro.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração cheio pensamentos saudosos.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que um dia contes a história de tudo o que já presenciaste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111870327572909316?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111870327572909316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111870327572909316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111870327572909316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111870327572909316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/peixinho-da-alameda.html' title='Peixinho da Alameda'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111868334144015732</id><published>2005-06-13T18:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T18:22:21.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amanha vai ser uma dia mais completo.&lt;br /&gt;será mais feliz. &lt;br /&gt;serei mais feliz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111868334144015732?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111868334144015732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111868334144015732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111868334144015732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111868334144015732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/amanha-vai-ser-uma-dia-mais-completo.html' 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different picture,&lt;br /&gt;Through this new frame of mind,&lt;br /&gt;A thousand flowers could bloom,&lt;br /&gt;Move over, and give us some room.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to love you,&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to be,&lt;br /&gt;A woman,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So don't you stop, being a man,&lt;br /&gt;Just take a little look from our side when you can,&lt;br /&gt;Sow a little tenderness,&lt;br /&gt;No matter if you cry.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to love you,&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to be, &lt;br /&gt;A woman,&lt;br /&gt;It's all I wanna be is all woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this is the beginning of forever and ever,&lt;br /&gt;It's time to move over ,&lt;br /&gt;So I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of playing, &lt;br /&gt;Playing with this bow and arrow,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna give my heart away,&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to the other girls to play.&lt;br /&gt;For I've been a temptress too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm just,&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111867935446241043?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111867935446241043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111867935446241043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111867935446241043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111867935446241043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/glory-box.html' title='Glory 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153);"&gt;-sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-podes me ouvir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-acho que já dissemos tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-sim mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ás vezes não me ouves mas não faz mal&lt;br /&gt;depois eu exagero&lt;br /&gt;mas não é por mal&lt;br /&gt;e se eu disser que não quero mais é mentira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;eu nunca te entendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nem posso entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;tudo o que eu faço é gostar de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sei que posso errar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;dou o braço a torcer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;mas não te esqueças neste barco somos dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;baby calma ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;não sou sempre eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;muitas vezes quis falar contigo mas não deu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;só te peço o mesmo que me pedes a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;se me amas sei que será assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ás vezes não me ouves mas não faz mal&lt;br /&gt;depois eu exagero mas não é por mal&lt;br /&gt;e se eu disser que não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;é mentira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ás vezes não me ouves mas não faz mal&lt;br /&gt;depois eu exagero mas não é por mal&lt;br /&gt;e se eu disser que não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;é mentira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;podemos discutir isso é normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;depois quando fazemos pazes  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;é tão especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;á noite ao deitar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;mesmo sem tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sei que estás ao meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;posso descançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;tens razão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;já passou dissemos tanta coisa ás vezes sem pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;no final o que interessa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;é o sentimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;e o que sentimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou fazer tudo para não te perder&lt;br /&gt;sem te tocar não faz sentido viver&lt;br /&gt;nem que o mundo caia sobre nós&lt;br /&gt;estaremos juntos&lt;br /&gt;só tu podes ser a luz do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;basta querer está tudo na nossa mão&lt;br /&gt;agora sei&lt;br /&gt;que é o amor&lt;br /&gt;só podes podes ser tu&lt;br /&gt;e quando parecer o fim&lt;br /&gt;lembra-te....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ás vezes não me ouves mas não faz mal&lt;br /&gt;depois eu exagero mas não é por mal&lt;br /&gt;e se eu disser que não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;é mentira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ás vezes não me ouves mas não faz mal&lt;br /&gt;depois eu exagero mas não é por mal&lt;br /&gt;e se eu disser que não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;é mentira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é mentira&lt;br /&gt;é mentira&lt;br /&gt;é mentira&lt;br /&gt;é mentira&lt;br /&gt;vou fazer tudo para não te perder&lt;br /&gt;sem te tocar não faz sentido viver&lt;br /&gt;nem que o mundo caia sobre nós&lt;br /&gt;estaremos juntos&lt;br /&gt;só tu podes ser a luz do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;basta querer está tudo na nossa mão&lt;br /&gt;agora sei&lt;br /&gt;que é amor&lt;br /&gt;só podes podes ser tu&lt;br /&gt;e quando parecer o fim&lt;br /&gt;lembra-te....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ás vezes não me ouves mas não faz mal&lt;br /&gt;depois eu exagero mas não é por mal&lt;br /&gt;e se eu disser que não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;é mentira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ás vezes não me ouves mas não faz mal&lt;br /&gt;depois eu exagero mas não é por mal&lt;br /&gt;e se eu disser que não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;é mentira&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by Gutto Ft Gémeas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111817054441587399?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111809130757757336</id><published>2005-06-06T21:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:55:07.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>20 valores</title><content type='html'>Ele é o máximo, é 20 valores!&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro-o!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111809130757757336?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111809130757757336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111809130757757336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111809130757757336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111809130757757336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/20-valores.html' title='20 valores'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111804747235217278</id><published>2005-06-06T09:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T09:44:32.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>excesso</title><content type='html'>eu, eu, eu,&lt;br /&gt;a mim, mim, mim, para mim&lt;br /&gt;meu, meu, meu,&lt;br /&gt;bolas, quanto egocentrismo, egoísmo e narcisismo!!!&lt;br /&gt;já não sei falar de outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;está na hora de mudar qualquer coisinha.&lt;br /&gt;concordam?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111804747235217278?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111804747235217278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111804747235217278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111804747235217278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111804747235217278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/excesso.html' title='excesso'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111791935856500738</id><published>2005-06-04T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T22:09:18.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ar-te</title><content type='html'>encontrar-te&lt;br /&gt;falar-te&lt;br /&gt;chamar-te&lt;br /&gt;embalar-te&lt;br /&gt;mimar-te&lt;br /&gt;beijar-te&lt;br /&gt;tomar-te&lt;br /&gt;amar-te&lt;br /&gt;magoar-te&lt;br /&gt;deixar-te...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111791935856500738?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111782899411277606</id><published>2005-06-03T20:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T21:03:14.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>IS ANYONE OUT THERE????</title><content type='html'>CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME????&lt;br /&gt;I'm bleeding from the inside. Is anyone paying any atention this way?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry... I am so sorry. I promise not to cry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Won't disturb you again, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111782899411277606?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111782899411277606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111782899411277606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111782899411277606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111782899411277606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/is-anyone-out-there.html' title='IS ANYONE OUT THERE????'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111782378721331417</id><published>2005-06-03T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T19:36:27.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Places</title><content type='html'>Past love died, as she cried, I saw beauty&lt;br /&gt;Girls wished for boys and scared them away&lt;br /&gt;As I saw beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;My feet keep on taking me back, back, back to those places&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;My knees keep on shaking from fright, fright, fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared and cold, now youre old&lt;br /&gt;Time thaws, but youll break&lt;br /&gt;Theres a hole in my soul&lt;br /&gt;How much more will it take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;My feet keep on taking me back, back, back to those places&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;My knees keep on shaking from fright, fright, fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw, I saw&lt;br /&gt;And it moved all of the gray aside&lt;br /&gt;I saw, I saw&lt;br /&gt;It moved all of the gray aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;My feet keep on taking me back, back, back to those places&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;My knees keep on shaking from fright, fright, fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111782378721331417?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111782378721331417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111782378721331417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111782378721331417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111782378721331417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/places.html' title='Places'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111780032439251232</id><published>2005-06-03T12:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T13:05:24.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Assinaste hoje a sentença.</title><content type='html'>A execução está marcada. &lt;br /&gt;Matas, a cada minuto que passa, os sentimentos doçes que tenho por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Turturas-me até a exaustão. &lt;br /&gt;Turturas-te não sei porquê.&lt;br /&gt;Ofereci-me incondicionalmente e não sabes dizer se é demais ou se é demenos.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não seja nada.&lt;br /&gt;Chego à conclusão que é dificil encontrar alguém que me mereça, que mereça a oportunidade de felicidade completa.&lt;br /&gt;Não sonho com o teu cheiro nem com os teus beijos. &lt;br /&gt;Não te desejo. &lt;br /&gt;Já não te quero!&lt;br /&gt;Não nos imagino de mãos dadas até porque dar-te a mão sempre foi algo dificil e pouco natural.&lt;br /&gt;Não estou triste. &lt;br /&gt;Não estou desiludida porque nunca esperei nada de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Vou apagar-te.&lt;br /&gt;Vou virar a página da história que é a minha vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111780032439251232?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111780032439251232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111780032439251232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111780032439251232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111780032439251232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/assinaste-hoje-sentena.html' title='Assinaste hoje a sentença.'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111775046144609552</id><published>2005-06-02T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:14:21.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>Oh - thinkin' about all our younger years&lt;br /&gt;There was only you and me&lt;br /&gt;We were young and wild and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now nothin' can take you away from me&lt;br /&gt;We've been down that road before&lt;br /&gt;But that's over now&lt;br /&gt;You keep me comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're all that I want&lt;br /&gt;When you're lyin' here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm findin' it hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love is all that I need&lt;br /&gt;And I found it there in your heart&lt;br /&gt;It isn't too hard to see&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - once in your life you find someone&lt;br /&gt;Who will turn your world around&lt;br /&gt;Bring you up when you're feelin' down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya - nothin' could change what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's lots that I could say&lt;br /&gt;But just hold me now&lt;br /&gt;Cause our love will light the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bin waitin' for so long&lt;br /&gt;For somethin' to arrive&lt;br /&gt;For love to come along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our dreams are comin' true&lt;br /&gt;Through the good times and the bad&lt;br /&gt;Ya - I'll be standin' there by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Brian Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111775046144609552?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111775046144609552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111775046144609552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111775046144609552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111775046144609552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/06/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111730365530920504</id><published>2005-05-28T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T19:07:35.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do outro lado do espelho.</title><content type='html'>Haverá coisa melhor?&lt;br /&gt;Duvido.&lt;br /&gt;Prende-me o seu doce perfume, a sua textura aveludada, aquele olhar felino.&lt;br /&gt;A sedução. O efeito que provoca em mim é embriagante.&lt;br /&gt;Divertem-me aqueles jogos.&lt;br /&gt;Diverte-me aquela voz como uma melodia feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Estou histérica. Só quero saltar, rir e brincar.&lt;br /&gt;A droga vermelha que me corre nas veias transparece na minha face rosada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111730365530920504?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111730365530920504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111730365530920504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111730365530920504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111730365530920504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/05/do-outro-lado-do-espelho.html' title='Do outro lado do espelho.'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111730208676059489</id><published>2005-05-28T18:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T18:41:26.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"We understand the worth of blessings only when we have lost them."&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Plautus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111730208676059489?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111730208676059489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111730208676059489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111730208676059489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111730208676059489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/05/we-understand-worth-of-blessings-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111714172714111015</id><published>2005-05-26T22:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T22:08:47.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-break My Heart</title><content type='html'>Don't leave me in all this pain&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Come back and bring back my smile&lt;br /&gt;Come and take these tears away&lt;br /&gt;I need your arms to hold me now&lt;br /&gt;The nights are so unkind&lt;br /&gt;Bring back those nights when I held you beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Say you'll love me again&lt;br /&gt;  Un-do this hurt you caused&lt;br /&gt;  When you walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;  And walked outta my life&lt;br /&gt;  Un-cry these tears&lt;br /&gt;  I cried so many nights&lt;br /&gt;  Un-break my heart, my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take back that sad word good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Bring back the joy to my life&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me here with these tears&lt;br /&gt;Come and kiss this pain away&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget the day you left&lt;br /&gt;Time is so unkind&lt;br /&gt;And life is so cruel without you here beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me in all this pain&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Bring back the nights when I held you beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un-break my&lt;br /&gt;Un-break my heart, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;Come back and say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Un-break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Sweet darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Without you I just can't go on&lt;br /&gt;Can't go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Toni Braxton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111714172714111015?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111714172714111015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111714172714111015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111714172714111015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111714172714111015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/05/un-break-my-heart.html' title='Un-break My Heart'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111679376675830116</id><published>2005-05-22T21:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T21:29:26.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje já te disse que te amo?&lt;br /&gt;Amo te muito, mais do que as palavras possam explicar.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ficar juntos eternamente.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos crescer juntos. &lt;br /&gt;Vamos aprender juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viver juntos&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ficar velhinhos de mão na mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me canso nunca de te dizer como me completas e contigo do meu lado qualquer obstáculo é facilmente contornável. &lt;br /&gt;Sou mais forte contigo a meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não quero chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quero sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver o teu magnifico e incomparável sorriso. &lt;br /&gt;Amo-te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111679376675830116?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111679376675830116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111679376675830116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111679376675830116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111679376675830116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/05/hoje-j-te-disse-que-te-amo-amo-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111679269725708329</id><published>2005-05-22T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T21:11:37.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Your body is a wonderland</title><content type='html'>We got the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;You got this room for two&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've left to do&lt;br /&gt;Discover me&lt;br /&gt;Discovering you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One mile to every inch of&lt;br /&gt;Your skin like porcelain&lt;br /&gt;One pair of candy lips and&lt;br /&gt;Your bubblegum tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want love&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it&lt;br /&gt;Swim in a deep sea&lt;br /&gt;Of blankets&lt;br /&gt;Take all your big plans&lt;br /&gt;And break 'em&lt;br /&gt;This is bound to be a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something 'bout the way your hair falls in your face&lt;br /&gt;I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase&lt;br /&gt;You tell me where to go and&lt;br /&gt;Though I might leave to find it&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let your head hit the bed&lt;br /&gt;Without my hand behind it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want love?&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it&lt;br /&gt;Swim in a deep sea&lt;br /&gt;Of blankets&lt;br /&gt;Take all your big plans&lt;br /&gt;And break 'em&lt;br /&gt;This is bound to be a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn baby&lt;br /&gt;You frustrate me&lt;br /&gt;I know you're mine all mine all mine&lt;br /&gt;But you look so good it hurts sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111679269725708329?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111679269725708329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111679269725708329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111679269725708329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111679269725708329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-body-is-wonderland.html' title='Your body is a wonderland'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111635449723492823</id><published>2005-05-17T19:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T19:32:32.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Your Charms</title><content type='html'>Only half of the time do you tell me just what you want&lt;br /&gt;Only half of the time do you tell me just what you want&lt;br /&gt;Can I get some contact?&lt;br /&gt;Can I get some contact from you?&lt;br /&gt;Can I get some contact with what is real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the night and i'm feelin' sexual&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the night and i'm feelin' sexual&lt;br /&gt;Can I get some love back?&lt;br /&gt;Can I get some love back from you?&lt;br /&gt;Can I get some love back that you conceal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I've fallen under your charm&lt;br /&gt;And now I fall into your arms&lt;br /&gt;It's where I feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of an eye do we do what's natural&lt;br /&gt;Maybe once or twice do we do what's natural&lt;br /&gt;Is it just a love task?&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask from you?&lt;br /&gt;Is it just a love task or do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've fallen under your charm&lt;br /&gt;And now I fall into your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I've fallen under your charm&lt;br /&gt;And now I fall into your arms&lt;br /&gt;Where I feel alright&lt;br /&gt;It's where I'll stay tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only half of the time do you tell me just what you want&lt;br /&gt;Only half of the time do you tell me just what you want&lt;br /&gt;Can I get some contact?&lt;br /&gt;Can I get some contact from you?&lt;br /&gt;Can I get some contact with what is real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Rouse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111635449723492823?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111635449723492823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111635449723492823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111635449723492823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111635449723492823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/05/under-your-charms.html' title='Under Your Charms'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111624090571893784</id><published>2005-05-16T11:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T11:55:05.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos passear?</title><content type='html'>Hoje acordaste triste.&lt;br /&gt;Brinco e digo que é spm. Queria saber ajudar-te como tu me ajudas a mim. Saber como trazer esperança e sonhos de volta ao teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo. Tenho medo que o meu amor não te chegue. Tenho medo da minha impotência, da minha insuficiência.&lt;br /&gt;Pensa nos nossos beijos, nos nossos passeios e grandes projectos para o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sonho chegar a casa e ter-te á minha espera com um sorriso na cara e um coração cheio de carinho para me dares.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos descer colinas em electricos de mochila ás costas e de mão na mão...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos passear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111624090571893784?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111624090571893784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111624090571893784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111624090571893784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111624090571893784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/05/vamos-passear.html' title='Vamos passear?'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111489086013969365</id><published>2005-04-30T20:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:54:20.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Era uma vez...</title><content type='html'>Pareces o Belo Adormecido. Serei eu a tua princesa?&lt;br /&gt;Porque dormes tanto? Sinto tanto a tua ausência.&lt;br /&gt;Quero acordar-te com um beijo encantado.&lt;br /&gt;E seremos felizes para sempre...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111489086013969365?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111489086013969365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111489086013969365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111489086013969365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111489086013969365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/04/era-uma-vez.html' title='Era uma vez...'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111470322361095049</id><published>2005-04-28T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T16:47:03.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Venha o Verão e os sonhos de juventude que ele traz.</title><content type='html'>Tenho saudades. Sinto falta de ter saudades do futuro. Era o que me fazia invencível na minha adolescência. O meu combustível eram aqueles sonhos a atingir.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa, as desilusões, as derrotas e fracassos teimam em permanecer e as vitórias essas parecem escassas e pequenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que venha o verão. Que traga novos sonhos. Sempre trouxe.&lt;br /&gt;Agora traz-me memórias doces de temperaturas húmidas e viagens inconsequentes.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela noite na praia do Guincho. Lembras-te amiguinha? A nossa vida parecia completa.&lt;br /&gt;As nossas idas á outra ponta de Lisboa para comer os teus rolinhos. Aquelas fugidas ao "nosso estrangeiro" acompanhadas pelos nossos mais que tudo de infâncias já perdidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que o meu novo Amor me faça sonhar de novo. Quero ser pequenina outra vez. Quero fugir e brincar na areia do verão quente sem pensar no dia de amanhã. Porque hoje já é o amanhã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111470322361095049?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111470322361095049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111470322361095049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111470322361095049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111470322361095049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/04/venha-o-vero-e-os-sonhos-de-juventude.html' title='Venha o Verão e os sonhos de juventude que ele traz.'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111470184288072682</id><published>2005-04-28T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T16:24:02.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Clocks</title><content type='html'>Lights go out and I can't be saved&lt;br /&gt;Tides that I tried to swim against&lt;br /&gt;You've put me down upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Oh I beg, I beg and plead (singing)&lt;br /&gt;Come out of things unsaid, shoot an apple of my head (and a)&lt;br /&gt;Trouble that can't be named, tigers waiting to be tamed (singing) &lt;br /&gt;You are, you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks (gonna)&lt;br /&gt;Come back and take you home, I could not stop, that you now know (singing)&lt;br /&gt;Come out upon my seas, curse missed opportunities (am I)&lt;br /&gt;A part of the cure, or am I part of the disease (singing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else compares&lt;br /&gt;Oh no nothing else compares&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else compares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111470184288072682?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111470184288072682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111470184288072682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111470184288072682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111470184288072682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/04/clocks.html' title='Clocks'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111454973903610751</id><published>2005-04-26T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T22:11:36.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>But For Now</title><content type='html'>Sure I know you'd like to have me&lt;br /&gt;Talk about my future&lt;br /&gt;And a million words or so to fill you in about my past&lt;br /&gt;Have I sisters or a brother&lt;br /&gt;When's my birthday how's my mother&lt;br /&gt;Well my dear in time I'll answer all those things you ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I'll just say I love you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more seems important somehow&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow can wait come whatever&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you forever but right now&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fine day when we go walking&lt;br /&gt;We'll take time for idle talking&lt;br /&gt;Sharing every feeling as we watch each other smile&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold your hand you'll hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;We'll say things we never had planned&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll get to know each other in a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now let me say I love you&lt;br /&gt;Later on there'll be time for so much more&lt;br /&gt;But for now meaning now and forever&lt;br /&gt;Let me kiss you my darling then once more&lt;br /&gt;Once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now let me say I love you&lt;br /&gt;Later on I must know much more of you&lt;br /&gt;But for now here and now how I love you&lt;br /&gt;As you are in my arms I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111454973903610751?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111454973903610751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111454973903610751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111454973903610751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111454973903610751'/><link 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Seguras a minha mão enquanto percorres a rua da tua imaginação?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111433575540552594?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111433575540552594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111433575540552594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111433575540552594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111433575540552594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/04/leito-desejado.html' title='Leito desejado'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111417820367242492</id><published>2005-04-22T15:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T15:11:31.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amo-te</title><content type='html'>Amo teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Amo as tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Amo o teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Amo a tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Amo a tua presença&lt;br /&gt;Dói-me a tua ausência&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111417820367242492?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111417820367242492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111417820367242492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111417820367242492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111417820367242492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/04/amo-te.html' title='Amo-te'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111417903496123489</id><published>2005-04-22T15:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T15:10:34.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sozinho</title><content type='html'>Às vezes, no silêncio da noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico imaginando nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico ali sonhando acordado, juntando&lt;br /&gt;o antes, o agora e o depois&lt;br /&gt;por que você me deixa tão solto?&lt;br /&gt;por que você não cola em mim?&lt;br /&gt;Tô me sentindo muito sozinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou nem quero ser o seu dono&lt;br /&gt;É que um carinho às vezes cai bem&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho meus segredos e planos secretos&lt;br /&gt;só abro pra você mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;por que você me esquece e some?&lt;br /&gt;e se eu me interessar por alguém?&lt;br /&gt;e se ela, de repente, me ganha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente gosta&lt;br /&gt;é claro que a gente cuida&lt;br /&gt;fala que me ama&lt;br /&gt;só que é da boca pra fora&lt;br /&gt;ou você me engana&lt;br /&gt;ou não está madura&lt;br /&gt;onde está você agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente gosta&lt;br /&gt;é claro que a gente cuida&lt;br /&gt;fala que me ama&lt;br /&gt;só que é da boca pra fora&lt;br /&gt;ou você me engana&lt;br /&gt;ou não está madura&lt;br /&gt;onde está você agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Caetano Veloso, letra de Peninha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes o que sentimos está tão bem traduzido em musicas que nem vale a pena re-escrever os pensamentos. Sabes que me sinto assim, meu Amor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111417903496123489?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111417903496123489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111417903496123489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111417903496123489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111417903496123489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/04/sozinho.html' title='Sozinho'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111341767335466084</id><published>2005-04-13T19:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T19:41:13.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diagnóstico</title><content type='html'>Está decidido! Sofro de burrice crónica e de um romantismo incurável...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111341767335466084?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111341767335466084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111341767335466084&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111341767335466084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111341767335466084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/04/diagnstico.html' title='Diagnóstico'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111330884520902228</id><published>2005-04-12T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T13:27:25.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sr. Dr. do Coração</title><content type='html'>Hoje vou mais uma vez saber se estou realmente louca ou não. Serei doida varrida?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111330884520902228?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111330884520902228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111330884520902228&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111330884520902228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111330884520902228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/04/sr-dr-do-corao.html' title='Sr. Dr. do Coração'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111330873881120770</id><published>2005-04-12T13:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T13:25:38.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaaaaiiiiiiiiiii!(suspiro)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111330873881120770?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111330873881120770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111330873881120770&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111330873881120770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111330873881120770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/04/aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiisuspiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111313323425685509</id><published>2005-04-10T12:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T12:40:34.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pecado é lhe deixar de molho</title><content type='html'>Falados os segredos calam&lt;br /&gt;E as ondas devoram léguas&lt;br /&gt;Vou lhe botar num altar&lt;br /&gt;Na certeza de não apressar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Não vou divulgar&lt;br /&gt;Só do meu coração para o seu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pecado é lhe deixar de molho&lt;br /&gt;E isso lhe deixa louco&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu não vou me zangar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou lhe xingar&lt;br /&gt;Lhe mandar embora&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou me curvar&lt;br /&gt;Ao tamanho desse amor&lt;br /&gt;Só o amor sabe os seus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu não vou me vingar&lt;br /&gt;Se você fez questão&lt;br /&gt;De vagar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Não vou descuidar&lt;br /&gt;Vou lembrar como é bom&lt;br /&gt;E ao amor me render&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribalistas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111313323425685509?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111304143731818298</id><published>2005-04-09T11:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:10:37.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down 2 to go... or 3 or 4 who cares!</title><content type='html'>Passei a minha primeira noite na faculdade. Uau!!! Olhem que ainda consegui evitar tal coisa durante muitos anos.&lt;br /&gt;A este já sobrevivi. Cansada, dorida, quase louca mas sobrevivi. Não houve nem mortos nem feridos. Venham os restantes desafios. Que venham depressa!!!!! Só quero que isto passe rápido.&lt;br /&gt;O que uma pessoa faz para tentar ser arquitonta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111304143731818298?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111304143731818298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111304143731818298&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111304143731818298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111304143731818298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/04/1-down-2-to-go-or-3-or-4-who-cares.html' title='1 down 2 to go... or 3 or 4 who cares!'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111303621762131553</id><published>2005-04-09T09:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T09:43:37.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Happiness is good health and a bad memory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ingrid Bergman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111303621762131553?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111303621762131553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111303621762131553&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111303621762131553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111303621762131553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/04/happiness-is-good-health-and-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111282518188209300</id><published>2005-04-06T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T23:06:21.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>REVOLTA E FURIA!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Choro, choro e choro!!!&lt;br /&gt;Já não tenho força para não chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Não choro de tristeza. Choro de raiva e de revolta.&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder não ter que lidar com gente maldosa e mesquinha.&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder ficar no meu mundo e só deixar entrar quem eu quero.&lt;br /&gt;Porquê, porquê, porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não julgo ninguém. Quem lhes deu o direito de me julgar a mim?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111282518188209300?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111282518188209300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111282518188209300&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111282518188209300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111282518188209300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/04/revolta-e-furia.html' title='REVOLTA E FURIA!!!!!'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111256747514057332</id><published>2005-04-03T23:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:44:08.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Given Sunday</title><content type='html'>Domingo á tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Estou sozinha no meu abrigo.&lt;br /&gt;O sol rompe por entre as nuvens carregadas.&lt;br /&gt;Penso em ti. O que estarás a fazer neste momento?&lt;br /&gt;Pensas em mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por agora, lá fora, a vida desenrola-se num ritual domingueiro.&lt;br /&gt;Visitas habituais.&lt;br /&gt;Rotinas tão familiares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora? O que fazes agora?&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te de mim?&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro-me de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Como a memória do teu sorriso me hipnotiza...&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te de mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a mãe noite me chama, tu, filho dia abandonas-me .&lt;br /&gt;A Madrugada é o teu Mundo e anseio viver nele.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-te deitado na minha cama,&lt;br /&gt;percorrendo o meu corpo com beijos atrevidos.&lt;br /&gt;Como o teu olhar me deixa atordoada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como te sonhei noites sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;Como te idealizei vezes sem conta.&lt;br /&gt;E tu existes. E tu existes.&lt;br /&gt;Domingo é o teu dia.&lt;br /&gt;Domingo é a nossa noite.&lt;br /&gt;Pensas em mim?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111256747514057332?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111256747514057332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111256747514057332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111256747514057332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111256747514057332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/04/any-given-sunday.html' title='Any Given Sunday'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111253200232470551</id><published>2005-04-03T13:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T13:41:17.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra nos  lembrar que o amor é uma doença quando nele julgamos ver a nossa cura</title><content type='html'>Ouvi dizer que o nosso amor acabou.&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu não tive a noção do seu fim!&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que eu já tentei,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou vê-lo em mim:&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não tive a noção de ver nascer um homem.&lt;br /&gt;E ao que eu vejo,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo foi para ti&lt;br /&gt;Uma estúpida canção que só eu ouvi!&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiquei com tanto para dar!&lt;br /&gt;E agora&lt;br /&gt;Não vais achar nada bem&lt;br /&gt;Que eu pague a conta em raiva!&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma!&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi dizer que o mundo acaba amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;E eu tinha tantos planos pra depois!&lt;br /&gt;Fui eu quem virou as páginas&lt;br /&gt;Na pressa de chegar até nós;&lt;br /&gt;Sem tirar das palavras seu cruel sentido!&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a razão estar cega:&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me apenas uma razão,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vais ser tu&lt;br /&gt;E um homem como tu;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu não fui;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vou-te ouvir dizer:&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que um dia vais dizer:&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma!&lt;br /&gt;A cidade está deserta,&lt;br /&gt;E alguém escreveu o teu nome em toda a parte:&lt;br /&gt;Nas casas, nos carros, nas pontes, nas ruas.&lt;br /&gt;Em todo o lado essa palavra&lt;br /&gt;Repetida ao expoente da loucura!&lt;br /&gt;Ora amarga! ora doce!&lt;br /&gt;Pra nos lembrar que o amor é uma doença,&lt;br /&gt;Quando nele julgamos ver a nossa cura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi Dizer&lt;br /&gt;by Ornatos Violeta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111253200232470551?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111253200232470551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111253200232470551&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111253200232470551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111253200232470551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/04/pra-nos-lembrar-que-o-amor-uma-doena.html' title='Pra nos  lembrar que o amor é uma doença quando nele julgamos ver a nossa cura'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111246897655563841</id><published>2005-04-02T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T20:09:36.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porque é que os céus choram se estou tão feliz?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111246897655563841?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3965/320/ccb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10809564.post-111246743735437490</id><published>2005-04-02T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T19:43:57.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...chegar a casa e ter alguém a espera</title><content type='html'>esta é sobre ti&lt;br /&gt;tem amor e ódio&lt;br /&gt;é para ires ouvindo nestas horas dócio&lt;br /&gt;tem fim numa parte de um sonho perdido&lt;br /&gt;libertei-o, ja o tinha esquecido&lt;br /&gt;é um sinal...&lt;br /&gt;espero o momento &lt;br /&gt;na sombra da rua&lt;br /&gt;ouço uma voz que me lembra a tua&lt;br /&gt;passei pelo risco de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;ou não ler os teus sinais&lt;br /&gt;é um sinal...para recomeçar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero que a gente tenha fé na terra&lt;br /&gt;chegar a casa e ter alguém a espera&lt;br /&gt;quero o presente, querer ser vera&lt;br /&gt;quero ser submissa, quero ser a fera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero que a gente tenha fé na terra&lt;br /&gt;chegar a casa e ter alguém a espera&lt;br /&gt;quero o presente, querer ser vera&lt;br /&gt;quero ser submissa, quero ser a fera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leva-me as areias quentes&lt;br /&gt;que investigam os sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;que me deixam nua perante os elementos&lt;br /&gt;ensina-me a escavar objectos sem estragar&lt;br /&gt;para que sorrir seja sempre vulgar&lt;br /&gt;dá-me de beber, finas gotas desse mel para que o meu saber não&lt;br /&gt;esteja só no papel&lt;br /&gt;ensita-me a lembrar&lt;br /&gt;do teu gosto pelo mar&lt;br /&gt;para que um dia fique pronta a zarpar&lt;br /&gt;esperar que amanha tudo seja difrente...&lt;br /&gt;e tu possas estar presente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero que a gente tenha fé na terra&lt;br /&gt;chegar a casa e ter alguém a espera&lt;br /&gt;quero o presente, querer ser vera&lt;br /&gt;quero ser submissa, quero ser a fera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero que a gente tenha fé na terra&lt;br /&gt;chegar a casa e ter alguém a espera&lt;br /&gt;quero o presente, querer ser vera&lt;br /&gt;quero ser submissa, quero ser a fera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinto muito bem, os olhos sem soprar&lt;br /&gt;quero-te dizer seja vulgar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero que a gente tenha fé na terra&lt;br /&gt;chegar a casa e ter alguém a espera&lt;br /&gt;quero o presente, querer ser vera&lt;br /&gt;quero ser submissa, quero ser a fera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ensita-me a tirar&lt;br /&gt;para recomeçar...&lt;br /&gt;chegar a casa e ter alguém a espera&lt;br /&gt;quero o presente, querer ser vera&lt;br /&gt;quero ser submissa, quero ser a fera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero que a gente tenha fé na terra&lt;br /&gt;chegar a casa e ter alguém a espera&lt;br /&gt;quero o presente, querer ser vera&lt;br /&gt;quero ser submissa, quero ser a fera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesa - Esquecimento&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10809564-111246743735437490?l=perene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/feeds/111246743735437490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10809564&amp;postID=111246743735437490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111246743735437490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10809564/posts/default/111246743735437490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perene.blogspot.com/2005/04/chegar-casa-e-ter-algum-espera.html' title='...chegar a casa e ter alguém a espera'/><author><name>Nidawi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14743378819535717227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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