<?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-9348013</id><updated>2011-05-09T11:41:38.952+01:00</updated><title type='text'>music(ar-te)</title><subtitle type='html'>Para quem gosta de música enquanto arte</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-112077126150222910</id><published>2005-07-07T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T22:21:01.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.Olha o cantinho quentinho!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/de_repente"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/users/de_repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(o regresso da filha pródiga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-112077126150222910?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/112077126150222910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=112077126150222910&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/112077126150222910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/112077126150222910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/07/olha-o-cantinho-quentinho.html' title='.Olha o cantinho quentinho!.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111947771638794853</id><published>2005-06-22T23:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:09:49.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.eu num guardanapo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/eue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/eue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Merci petite Sophie. Je suis très joli. Mais tu es plus. )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111947771638794853?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111947771638794853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111947771638794853&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111947771638794853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111947771638794853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/06/eu-num-guardanapo.html' title='.eu num guardanapo.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111904533716068305</id><published>2005-06-17T22:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T22:59:25.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.Este é o [meu] Pinhead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/Pinhead%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/Pinhead%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gato que brincas na rua&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse na cama,&lt;br /&gt;Invejo a sorte que é tua&lt;br /&gt;Porque nem sorte se chama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom servo das leis fatais&lt;br /&gt;Que regem pedras e gentes,&lt;br /&gt;Que tens instintos gerais&lt;br /&gt;E sentes só o que sentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;És feliz porque és assim,&lt;br /&gt;Todo o nada que és é teu.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo-me e estou sem mim,&lt;br /&gt;Conheço-me e não sou eu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111904533716068305?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111904533716068305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111904533716068305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111904533716068305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111904533716068305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/06/este-o-meu-pinhead.html' title='.Este é o [meu] Pinhead.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111869531748309338</id><published>2005-06-13T21:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T21:45:05.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eugénio de Andrade [1923-2005]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urgentemente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;É urgente o amor.&lt;br /&gt;É urgente um barco no mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É urgente destruir certas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;ódio, solidão e crueldade,&lt;br /&gt;alguns lamentos,&lt;br /&gt;muitas espadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É urgente inventar alegria,&lt;br /&gt;multiplicar os beijos, as searas,&lt;br /&gt;é urgente descobrir rosas e rios&lt;br /&gt;e manhãs claras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai o silêncio nos ombros e a luz&lt;br /&gt;impura, até doer.&lt;br /&gt;É urgente o amor, é urgente&lt;br /&gt;permanecer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111869531748309338?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111869531748309338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111869531748309338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111869531748309338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111869531748309338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/06/eugnio-de-andrade-1923-2005.html' title='Eugénio de Andrade [1923-2005]'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111817266683481337</id><published>2005-06-07T20:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:34:07.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.13 meses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/id%20like%20to%20be%20lost%20with%20you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/id%20like%20to%20be%20lost%20with%20you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;i think i'd be lost without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, you've got green eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you've got blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you've got gray eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you've got green eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you've got blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you've got gray eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I've never seen anyone quite like you before&lt;br /&gt;No, I've never met anyone quite like you before&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts from above hit the people down below&lt;br /&gt;People in this world, we have no place to go&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's the last time&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've never met anyone quite like you before &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temptation, New Order&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111817266683481337?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111817266683481337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111817266683481337&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111817266683481337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111817266683481337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/06/13-meses.html' title='.13 meses.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111774328780415386</id><published>2005-06-02T21:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T21:25:03.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.casal com a cabeça cheia de nuvens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/dali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salvador Dali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fui ao Superbock, vi New Order, saltei muito (e tu gostaste e eu de t*i).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perdi a minha carteira por um dia (e nem a vi cair, nem tu a viste, porque olhavas para mim).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Caí num buraco de dois metros e assustei-me (e tu assustaste-te ainda mais e fizeste-me subir).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando entreabro os olhos, cobertos de nudez, e encontro o teu sorriso universal, por ser tão meu, sei que me arrepio, que os cantos da minha boca te imitam e que nos fundimos em mais um momento fulminante. E quando sinto o teu bafo quente a esconder-se no meu pescoço, a necessidade de o guardar é tanta, que o meu sangue ferve e jorra entre nós. Nunca pensei amar assim. E nunca pensei que me amasses assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( *tock tock* sabes? tens a cabeça cheia de nuvens. temos a cabeça cheia de nuvens. escolhe a tua... (:  &lt;/em&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/9348013-111774328780415386?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111774328780415386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111774328780415386&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111774328780415386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111774328780415386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/06/casal-com-cabea-cheia-de-nuvens.html' title='.casal com a cabeça cheia de nuvens.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111653333026731674</id><published>2005-05-19T21:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T21:14:07.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringo ( 20.11.89 - 19.05.05 )</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/Eu%20e%20Ringo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/Eu%20e%20Ringo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Cão bonito, dizia eu, em momentos raros. E era um acontecimento lá em casa. Os filhos como que se reconciliavam comigo, minha mulher sorria, o cão começava por ficar surpreendido e depois reagia com excesso de euforia, o que por vezes me fazia arrepender da expressão carinhosa.&lt;br /&gt;Cão bonito. E ei-lo aos pulos, a dar ao rabo, a correr a casa toda.&lt;br /&gt;Digamos que aquele cão era quase um especialista nas relações com os humanos. Tinha o dom de agradar e de exasperar. Mas assim que eu dizia - Cão bonito -  ele não resistia. Deixava-se dominar pela emoção, o que não era vulgar num cão que fazia o possível e o impossível para não o ser. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cão Como Nós, Manuel Alegre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111653333026731674?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111653333026731674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111653333026731674&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111653333026731674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111653333026731674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/05/ringo-201189-190505.html' title='Ringo ( 20.11.89 - 19.05.05 )'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111575399786778984</id><published>2005-05-10T20:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:44:19.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>. o menino que escrevia versos .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;a href="http://rainsong.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/012562.html"&gt;http://rainsong.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/012562.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(acabei este tão belo livro e reencontrei este tão belo conto. Não deixem de ler)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111575399786778984?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111575399786778984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111575399786778984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111575399786778984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111575399786778984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/05/o-menino-que-escrevia-versos.html' title='. o menino que escrevia versos .'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111575247937565081</id><published>2005-05-10T20:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:17:40.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.tenho dias de trapo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/trapos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/trapos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Sim, tu sabes que eu não sou capaz de aguentar um parágrafo... Sim, tu sabes que acordo com um nó na garganta perante os teus silêncios. Que passo cabisbaixa, de olhos fechados, para não me puder ver... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pára... Lê devagar. As palavras não têm pressa e eu tenho paciência...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111575247937565081?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111575247937565081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111575247937565081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111575247937565081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111575247937565081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/05/tenho-dias-de-trapo.html' title='.tenho dias de trapo.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111549100236305700</id><published>2005-05-07T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:47:00.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.12 meses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/ns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/ns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes all I see is our souls embracing&lt;br /&gt;Clouding in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna praise your voice&lt;br /&gt;An echo that grows inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I crawl to your closed eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't you never wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smell is drifting in my neck&lt;br /&gt;Your lips are perfect landscapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes is not the exact word&lt;br /&gt;To say how long... - always -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( a m o - t e )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111549100236305700?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111549100236305700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111549100236305700&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111549100236305700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111549100236305700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/05/12-meses.html' title='.12 meses.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111485926214446958</id><published>2005-04-30T12:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T12:17:51.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.la la la.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/hah(1)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/hah%281%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.imo-nos para a queima.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111485926214446958?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111485926214446958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111485926214446958&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111485926214446958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111485926214446958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/04/la-la-la.html' title='.la la la.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111359299418783314</id><published>2005-04-15T20:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T20:25:47.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.inspirações alheias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/lenos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/lenos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"O mundo é um &lt;em&gt;pañuelo&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é de chorar e rir por mais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111359299418783314?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111359299418783314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111359299418783314&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111359299418783314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111359299418783314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/04/inspiraes-alheias.html' title='.inspirações alheias.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111351176782842450</id><published>2005-04-14T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T21:53:24.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.for Egas with a smiling kiss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/erni%20and%20bert23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/erni%20and%20bert23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ain't no vision, I am the girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;who loves you inside and out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Backwards and forwards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;with my heart hanging out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love no other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What are we gonna do if we lose that fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Inside and Out [Bee Gees] by Feist)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111351176782842450?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111351176782842450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111351176782842450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111351176782842450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111351176782842450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/04/for-egas-with-smiling-kiss.html' title='.for Egas with a smiling kiss.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111304476348856883</id><published>2005-04-07T19:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T12:09:38.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.11 meses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/fly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.i just need you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111304476348856883?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111304476348856883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111304476348856883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111304476348856883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111304476348856883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/04/11-meses_07.html' title='.11 meses.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111273613644758476</id><published>2005-04-05T22:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T22:32:23.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.fading into her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/Scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/Scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to hold the hand inside you&lt;br /&gt;I want to take a breath that's true&lt;br /&gt;I look to you and I see nothing&lt;br /&gt;I look to you to see the truth&lt;br /&gt;You live your life&lt;br /&gt;You go in shadows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Fade Into You,&lt;/em&gt; Mazzy Star)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by _nowadays_)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111273613644758476?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111273613644758476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111273613644758476&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111273613644758476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111273613644758476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/04/fading-into-her.html' title='.fading into her.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111256667823434395</id><published>2005-04-03T23:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:21:53.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.hoje e sempre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/Porto%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/Porto%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já não choro porque a visão turva impede-me de te ver.  E a noite abstémia a mim ignora-me ainda. Só fica o teu sorriso, numa folha de papel, além do fogo e do vento, aquém de mim e do mundo, só tu, hoje e sempre.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111256667823434395?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111256667823434395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111256667823434395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111256667823434395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111256667823434395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/04/hoje-e-sempre.html' title='.hoje e sempre.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111247719117327368</id><published>2005-04-02T22:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T14:11:46.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.momentos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.às vezes penso que o mundo me quer esmagar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111247719117327368?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111247719117327368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111247719117327368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111247719117327368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111247719117327368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/04/momentos.html' title='.momentos.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111238509358075737</id><published>2005-04-01T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T21:17:33.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.joyful girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/00%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/00%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i do it for the joy it brings&lt;br /&gt;because i'm a joyful girl&lt;br /&gt;because the world owes me nothing&lt;br /&gt;and we owe each other the world&lt;br /&gt;i do it because it's the least i can do&lt;br /&gt;i do it because i learned it from you&lt;br /&gt;i do it because i want to&lt;br /&gt;because i want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Joyful Girl,&lt;/em&gt; Ani diFranco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;[deixo desde já a ameaça de uma possível mudança de cantinho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;visto que o blogspot nem sempre me deixa postar : ( ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111238509358075737?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111238509358075737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111238509358075737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111238509358075737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111238509358075737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/04/joyful-girl.html' title='.joyful girl.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111195654309388838</id><published>2005-03-27T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T21:49:03.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/Carol e av 0128.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/Carol e av 0128.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.um aninho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111195654309388838?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111195654309388838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111195654309388838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111195654309388838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111195654309388838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_111195654309388838.html' title=''/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111049350676477952</id><published>2005-03-10T22:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-10T22:31:40.676Z</updated><title type='text'>.voltem sempre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"They look at those neon lights, the love on their face... And loving all life, loving or lie, just one more lie..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Are you near?, The Gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Baile dos Vampiros [06.03.05]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111049350676477952?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111049350676477952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111049350676477952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111049350676477952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111049350676477952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/03/voltem-sempre_111049350676477952.html' title='.voltem sempre.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111049193508198830</id><published>2005-03-10T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:58:55.103Z</updated><title type='text'>.quotidiano.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje aconteceram duas coisas muito estranhas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fui ao médico;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cortei o cabelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111049193508198830?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111049193508198830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111049193508198830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111049193508198830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111049193508198830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/03/quotidiano.html' title='.quotidiano.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111032444381938585</id><published>2005-03-08T23:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:29:53.056Z</updated><title type='text'>.gota a gota.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/gota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/gota.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.e as gotas do banho recente só serão secas por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111032444381938585?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111032444381938585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111032444381938585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111032444381938585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111032444381938585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/03/gota-gota.html' title='.gota a gota.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-111019690391806794</id><published>2005-03-07T11:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-07T12:02:47.113Z</updated><title type='text'>.10 meses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como o macaco gosta de banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu gosto de t*i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Escondi um cacho debaixo da cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E comi, comi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Minha macaca é gira e bacana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O teu focinho é que não me engana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois se a macaca gosta de banana tu gostas de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como a macaca gosta de banana &lt;em&gt;eu gosto de t*i.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;José Cid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;(eu sei que não gostas de banana; mas estou feliz e a culpa é tua (: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-111019690391806794?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/111019690391806794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=111019690391806794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111019690391806794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/111019690391806794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/03/10-meses_07.html' title='.10 meses.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110988935721398698</id><published>2005-03-03T22:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:39:02.873Z</updated><title type='text'>.eu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/kd_for_grande_kero_ser_super_star__.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/kd_for_grande_kero_ser_super_star__.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;."Porque sou do tamanho do que vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E não do tamanho da minha altura."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alberto Caeiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110988935721398698?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110988935721398698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110988935721398698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110988935721398698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110988935721398698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/03/eu.html' title='.eu.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110953329698568128</id><published>2005-02-27T19:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-27T19:44:39.526Z</updated><title type='text'>.Carolina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/Carolina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/Carolina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a light, when my baby's in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;There's a light, when the window shades are drawn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitate, when I feel I may do harm to her,&lt;br /&gt;Watch it all, cause this feeling we can share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know she's reached my heart, in thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byzantine is reflected in our pond,&lt;br /&gt;There's a cloud, but the water remains calm,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching in, the suns fingers clutch the dawn to pass,&lt;br /&gt;Even out, it's a precious thing to bear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thin Air, Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110953329698568128?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110953329698568128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110953329698568128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110953329698568128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110953329698568128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/02/carolina.html' title='.Carolina.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110894145339450838</id><published>2005-02-20T23:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-20T23:20:37.370Z</updated><title type='text'>.amare aeterna innocentia est.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/pulseiras%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/pulseiras%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Os homens são uns parvos. Não se conseguem entregar por completo ao amor. Têm sempre o trabalho ou outra desculpa no género. Preocupam-se com o que não estão a fazer. Para eles o amor pode ser um inimigo. Um inimigo há muito derrotado mas do qual ainda têm medo. As mulheres são diferentes. Para elas o amor nunca é demais. Não atrapalha. É que não conseguem viver com uma alma só para elas. Por isso entre um homem e uma mulher há muitas vezes uma coisa parecida com o amor, entre duas mulheres pode acontecer o amor inteiro. Basta ver duas mulheres a olharem-se nos olhos. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma pancada na água, Pedro Paixão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110894145339450838?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110894145339450838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110894145339450838&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110894145339450838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110894145339450838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/02/amare-aeterna-innocentia-est.html' title='.amare aeterna innocentia est.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110890656586255591</id><published>2005-02-20T13:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-20T13:37:42.653Z</updated><title type='text'>.sem razão aparente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há dias em que o teu olhar é tão intenso, que penso que o amor abafa. E depois choro, caio por terra, sem razão aparente, no solo divino que pisas. Eu nunca devia estar longe de ti, eu quero-te sempre dar a mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110890656586255591?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110890656586255591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110890656586255591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110890656586255591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110890656586255591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/02/sem-razo-aparente.html' title='.sem razão aparente.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110881691252822487</id><published>2005-02-19T12:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-19T12:46:16.286Z</updated><title type='text'>.when she plays piano.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/18%20de%20Fevereiro%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/18%20de%20Fevereiro%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.Come up to meet ya, tell you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;I had to find you, tell you I need ya&lt;br /&gt;And tell you I set you apart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets, and nurse me your questions&lt;br /&gt;Oh let's go back to the start&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles, coming in tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads on a science apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110881691252822487?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110881691252822487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110881691252822487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110881691252822487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110881691252822487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-she-plays-piano.html' title='.when she plays piano.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110841796957236722</id><published>2005-02-14T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-20T16:44:47.873Z</updated><title type='text'>14.02.04</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/Viagem%20de%20Finalistas%20535.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/Viagem%20de%20Finalistas%20535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;.madrid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;... Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The rain sleeps outisde as my fingers are hurting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can feel an enthusiastic clamour of undying souls around me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at them... They are still waiting for my dark hours to return, for the "splash" of my morning coffee, for the tears running in my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wrong as they are, the love that crawls inside is a tiny sharp of your bright eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... Tick... Tock... ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess what... In this Valentine's Day, my heart is beating. For you and for me. Say goodbye to the dark hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Close your eyes, come to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today our dreams are real and tomorrow I will write in whispered words how much &lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Tick... Tock...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110841796957236722?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110841796957236722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110841796957236722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110841796957236722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110841796957236722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/02/140204.html' title='14.02.04'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110813029224949763</id><published>2005-02-11T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-11T14:01:07.316Z</updated><title type='text'>.back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/Viagem%20de%20Finalistas%20303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/Viagem%20de%20Finalistas%20303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Pedrera - Gaudí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se não conhecem Barcelona, façam por conhecer. E viva la España \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110813029224949763?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110813029224949763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110813029224949763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110813029224949763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110813029224949763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/02/back.html' title='.back.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110746906618825705</id><published>2005-02-04T06:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:18:27.756Z</updated><title type='text'>.Barcelona.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.cerrado para las vacaciones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110746906618825705?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110746906618825705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110746906618825705&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110746906618825705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110746906618825705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/02/barcelona.html' title='.Barcelona.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110746816916722766</id><published>2005-02-04T06:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:06:56.563Z</updated><title type='text'>.tédio deprimente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-De que sexo é que és?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isto começa bem. Feminino, diria até.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-Achas que se comesses pipocas no metro isso mudaria alguma coisa no teu sexo?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já comi pipocas no comboio. Serve? Sem dúvida que mudou. Mãos coladas e tal *cof*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3-Licor de Chocolate ou whiskey em jejum?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uä... Licor de chocolate. Whiskey *argh*. Mas em jejum é chato. Depois caio e queixam-se :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4-Achas que acetona mudaria os teus hábitos alimentares?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yah... Deixaria de os ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5-És carnívoro/a?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pretendo não o ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6-Achas isso bem? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Até acho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7-Achas que levar no rabo seria bom?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isso faz-me lembrar uma anedota que uma menina linda me contou. Ora está uma senhora no médico e este diz-lhe: "Já tomou a vacina contra o tétano?" A senhora: "Contra o tecto nunca levei mas contra a parede costumo levar muitas vezes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8-Porquê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sei se já perceberam que estou a tentar fugir do assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-Esquilinhos dopados com olhos de virgem ou coelhinhos suicidas?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isto é bué degradante. Nenhum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-Porquê?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Vamos fazer amigos entre os animais..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11-És true?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh si. Estrangeirismos rulam. Quase me fazem lembrar a estética queirosiana :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12-Se sim costumas andar com machados nas florestas a sodomizar virgens e a matar duendezinhos? [se não passar à pergunta 13]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como se houvessem virgens nas florestas - DUH -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13-És gótico/a?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Basta olhar para mim para o ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14- Se sim és gay ou estúpida? [Se não passar à pergunta 15]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ambas? Oh si, me gusta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15-Okay se não és true nem gótico/a então és o quê???&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E se eu for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16-Achas que peidar em público pode fazer a tua reputação descer?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se fosse só a reputação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17-O que mudaria na tua vida se comprasses castanhas piladas todas as sextas feiras?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Será piladas ou picadas? :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18- Qual a tua opinião acerca da causa de morte por alergia a nozes e pinhões?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que o Natal é uma má época para isso então.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19-Achas-te parecido/a com a tua prima?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Espero que não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20-Acreditas no Pai Natal?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Constantemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21- Gostas de comida indiana ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22-E de comer gelados no Inverno?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23-Porquê ?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E porque não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24-Tu peux me traduire cette frase ?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não. Sou antipática.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25-Tu penses que les canards font oincoinc quand ils se masturbent ?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; pigs. *oinc oinc*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26-Costumas apagar cigarros no corpo? [se não ÉS UM FALHADOOOO!! ESTÁS FORA DE MODAA MUAHAHAHAHAH] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isso tem alguma coisa a ver com a sodomização das virgens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27-Que musica estas a ouvir?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou a ouvir o debate do Sócrates e do Santana. Continuo a achar que o Santana não percebe muito daquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28-E aXaX iXu BeM? DeViAx XtAr A oUvIr A bRiNg Me To LiFe E a PoR cOrAnTe AlImEnTaR nOx BrAxInHuX e NaX rOuPiTaHx Pa TiRarX fOtOx Gó… Ai Ai&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;O mUnDo É lInDuH E tUh TaMbéM mAs PeRdOaH-MeH pOr CoRtAr Ox PuLxOs E aPaGaR xIgArRoS nUh CoRpUh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29-Já comeste testículos de touro?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isso é alguma indirecta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30-E souberam-te bem?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hás-de ter muitos amigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31-Gostas da pessoa que te mandou este questionário? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que ninguém mo mandou. Devo tê-lo visto em algum lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32-Mas tipo assim muito?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há gente muito chata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33-Mas epah… Tipo mesmo montes de bues de imenso muito?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh si, me gusta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4- E achas que o questionário mudou alguma coisa na tua vida?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas tu achas que a minha vida se baseia nisto? Hum... talvez tenhas razões. E ainda não percebi porque estou a falar para uma 2ª pessoa do singular... - HELP - o meu amigo imaginário voltou \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35- Pois... Também acho que não, então porque o fizeste?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque sinto uma necessidade crescente de contactar com o meu eu interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36- Pois eu sei, és parvo/a.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E não. Sou é crente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37- Apressa te mazé a mandar para 123456789087654321345678909876543234567890 pessoas em menos de 10 9 8 7 6... segundos.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peço desculpa mas não sei ler esse número.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38-Se não nunca mais encontrarás as tuas cuecas cor de rosa.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mentiroso. Ainda agora estive com elas na mão *cof*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39-Que horas são?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;22.02. Deve ser um sinal :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40-Achaste mesmo que isso me era relevante?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ode-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110746816916722766?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110746816916722766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110746816916722766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110746816916722766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110746816916722766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/02/tdio-deprimente.html' title='.tédio deprimente.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110728994062332312</id><published>2005-02-02T04:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-01T20:35:33.796Z</updated><title type='text'>.rendo-me às pressões alheias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/for%20you.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/for%20you.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prece &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhuma estrela queime o teu perfil&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhum deus se lembre do teu nome&lt;br /&gt;Que nem o vento passe onde tu passes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti criarei um dia puro&lt;br /&gt;Livre como o vento repetido&lt;br /&gt;Como o florir das ondas ordenadas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Parece que voltei. Vou tentar. Prometo (: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110728994062332312?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110728994062332312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110728994062332312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110728994062332312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110728994062332312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2005/02/rendo-me-s-presses-alheias.html' title='.rendo-me às pressões alheias.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110427624991003508</id><published>2004-12-29T07:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-28T23:24:09.910Z</updated><title type='text'>.Como tinhas saudades de me ler....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosto de te escrever nas linhas e entrelinhas da nossa vida, da nossa memória. E gostava de te segredar histórias de reis e aventuras, com voos imaginários e fantasias que são reais. Porque sempre fizemos do sonho o nosso mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje dou-te folhas secas e velas, porque gostas de cera e de pisar destinos. Enfeito um quarto, como o vejo na minha mente - contigo. Sempre, sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E se a voz já está rouca de tanto gritar ao mundo quem tu és, a força de te abraçar mantém-se e aumenta, cada vez que tu sorris "como se a lua fosse tua". E ela não é? Ia a jurar que o mundo é teu. E um dias as minhas palavras serão lidas por alguém que também sorri de olhos fechados, aquece as tuas mãos nos bolsos e que serei eu, contigo, connosco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;04.12.27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;00.34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110427624991003508?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110427624991003508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110427624991003508&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110427624991003508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110427624991003508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2004/12/como-tinhas-saudades-de-me-ler.html' title='.Como tinhas saudades de me ler....'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110332196579057562</id><published>2004-12-18T06:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-17T22:22:32.070Z</updated><title type='text'>.modern love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/para%20a%20amanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/para%20a%20amanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know there were days that I left you when you needed me most, so please forgive me for the times that I made you cry. Life sent to me signs to know how simple things matter. If I didn't realize I'll try to do my best so I don't fail this time. Not anymore. I guess &lt;strong&gt;. this must be a kind of a modern love because I'll love you till the day I die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the gift . elisa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[créditos à Stella que ofereceu a montagem ao casal maravilha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110332196579057562?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110332196579057562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110332196579057562&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110332196579057562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110332196579057562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2004/12/modern-love.html' title='.modern love.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110314764135808444</id><published>2004-12-16T05:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-15T21:58:20.603Z</updated><title type='text'>.I have a star... that shines in my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/Image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/Image2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.é linda e é minha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma e outra estrela. Um e outro dia. Uma e outra vida. Vamos jogar sempre ao jogo do galo com corações em vez de cruzes e bolinhas. Porque somos nós e porque o mundo é nosso. Ou melhor, teu. Para ti é tudo. Para ti, sou eu. E sim eu vejo. Também... também... E todas as estrelas são, invariavelmente, nossas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;.amo-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110314764135808444?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110314764135808444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110314764135808444&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110314764135808444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110314764135808444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-have-star-that-shines-in-my-life.html' title='.I have a star... that shines in my life.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110280679844452471</id><published>2004-12-12T07:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-11T23:17:24.340Z</updated><title type='text'>.protège moi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/protge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/protge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fica... fica sempre. Adormece com papéis, folhas escritas, anéis eternos, sonhos nossos. Fica, fica sempre, até ao outro dia. Para eu acordar, não abraçada a uma almofada, mas a ti. Para eu acordar e lembrar-me do teu cheiro, e arrepiar-me enquanto te vou dar os bons dias mentalmente... deitar-me a teu lado, brincar com o teu cabelo, contar-te histórias e fazer-te sonhar. Fica e não deixes a minha mão. Até ao fim, até sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje, dorme bem meu amor. No nosso carrossel. Na nossa metade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110280679844452471?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110280679844452471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110280679844452471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110280679844452471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110280679844452471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2004/12/protge-moi.html' title='.protège moi.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110263268909299930</id><published>2004-12-10T06:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-10T20:48:05.793Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/8%20de%20Dezembro%20079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/8%20de%20Dezembro%20079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.a letra dela é bonita.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110263268909299930?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110263268909299930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110263268909299930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110263268909299930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110263268909299930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2004/12/posted-by-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110215861207876931</id><published>2004-12-04T19:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-04T11:16:00.973Z</updated><title type='text'>.o teu sorriso prateado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Amo o teu sorriso prateado, como se a lua fosse tua."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dava tudo, dou tudo para que nunca deixes de sorrir assim, tudo. Emprego o vocativo que melhor se aplica a ti, tudo, sabes? Ou uma apóstrofe, um-tudo-entre-vírgulas, porque sou uma amante das palavras e dos teus sinais. Tanto ou mais como tão mais tu. Já tinha saudades de dias felizes. Já tinha saudades tuas. E tenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You came into my world, and when you kissed me, you collapsed me forever, when you held me, we fought windmills together, and you killed me. Forever means ever."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110215861207876931?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110215861207876931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110215861207876931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110215861207876931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110215861207876931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2004/12/o-teu-sorriso-prateado.html' title='.o teu sorriso prateado.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110192408769433642</id><published>2004-12-02T02:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-01T18:37:40.506Z</updated><title type='text'>.aqui.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De cabeça baixa, invariavelmente, fui à tua procura. Fechei os olhos à medida que pisava as ruas que são tuas e percorria a face com as minhas mãos, fingindo sentir a tua pele, o teu cheiro derramado no meu cabelo, perdida, aqui, para sempre... arrepiei-me quando dei um passo e tropecei num galho de árvore, podre, suja, incorrectamente deixada ali, a ser levada pela água da chuva, avenida abaixo, ponte acima, um bote urbano, um escape à humanidade, água, silêncio, e depois?&lt;br /&gt;Sempre soube dar-te a mão e não o quero desconhecer. Caminhar sozinha é mau, quando me arrepiava contigo, encostada à parede, esperando-te, aguardando-te, olhando para a entrada porque é tão bom ver-te chegar. Quero-te ver chegar, vem, volta, assim, como eras e como és, não mudes, vem, volta, pura, tu, assim, por favor.&lt;br /&gt;Temos lugares à nossa espera, temos vazios a preencher, e temos um brilho no ar, espelhado e espalhado, por aí e por aqui, vou-te bater à porta e colocar uma pena no puxador para saber que estive aí, que estamos aí, que estamos sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110192408769433642?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110192408769433642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110192408769433642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110192408769433642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110192408769433642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2004/12/aqui.html' title='.aqui.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110176796800792004</id><published>2004-11-30T06:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-29T22:40:19.563Z</updated><title type='text'>.fácil de entender?.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talvez por não saber falar de cor, imaginei. Talvez por saber o que não será melhor, aproximei.Meu corpo é o teu corpo, o desejo entregue a nós...sei lá eu o que queres dizer. Despedir-me de ti, "Adeus, um dia, voltarei a ser feliz." Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor não sei o que é sentir. Se por falar, falei, pensei que se falasse era fácil de entender. Talvez por não saber falar de cor, imaginei. Triste é o virar de costas, o último adeus sabe Deus o que quero dizer. &lt;em&gt;Obrigado por saberes cuidar de mim, tratar de mim, olhar para mim... Escutar quem sou e se ao menos tudo fosse igual a ti... &lt;/em&gt;Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor não sei o que é sentir. Se por falar, falei, pensei que se falasse era fácil de entender. Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor não sei o que é sentir. Se por falar, falei, pensei que se falasse era fácil de entender. É o amor que chega ao fim. Um final assim, assim é mais fácil de entender... Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor não sei o que é sentir. Se por falar, falei, pensei que se falasse é mais fácil de entender. Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor não sei o que é sentir. Se por falar, falei, pensei que se falasse era fácil de entender.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the gift - fácil de entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(deixa-me escrever entre pontos e mais pequeno para devolver fragilidades. eu sei o que é sentir o teu amor, e o amor não chega ao fim. o amor não chega ao fim. o amor não chega ao fim. e isso é ainda mais fácil de entender.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110176796800792004?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110176796800792004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110176796800792004&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110176796800792004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110176796800792004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2004/11/fcil-de-entender.html' title='.fácil de entender?.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110176752622603177</id><published>2004-11-30T06:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-29T22:34:03.946Z</updated><title type='text'>.wallpaper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/640/Corao.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2472/320/Corao.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Até os livros cheiram a ti. É incrível como o meu coração sai da boca quando falo contigo. É incrível como tremo quando ouço a tua voz... e vejo que não me consigo manter de pé nos teus sussurros...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110176752622603177?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110176752622603177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110176752622603177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110176752622603177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110176752622603177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2004/11/wallpaper.html' title='.wallpaper.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110167173464158226</id><published>2004-11-29T04:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-28T23:10:57.510Z</updated><title type='text'>.vens?.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Serei eu aquela mancha enevoada que vejo ao espelho? Parece que sim... os mesmos lábios, o mesmo nariz, a mesma face... só a expressão não é igual...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de cruzar o meu olhar no teu e ver-me em ti. Gosto da ideia de ter as mãos frias quando não estou contigo. Gosto de pensar que te hei-de segredar bons dias atrás de bons dias, com pétalas no chão e nuvens no tecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o peso aos meus ombros tende a ser cada vez mais pesado... as ruas mais negras... já não acredito no cinzento, muito menos na cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te daquela estrela com que te cantava os sonhos? Será sempre tua... e é nela que deposito a confiança das minhas palavras... para que tu saibas que vou estar sempre cá, com a alma nua, de olhos fechados para te poder ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um fim é sempre um início de algo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vens? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110167173464158226?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110167173464158226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110167173464158226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110167173464158226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110167173464158226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2004/11/vens.html' title='.vens?.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110157693538005153</id><published>2004-11-27T17:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-27T17:39:36.766Z</updated><title type='text'>.Irremediavelmente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naquela noite não era eu quem falava, quando me percutiram a alma. Não era aquela a minha voz… fria, sibilante, sussurrada em ecos transeuntes, enlevada por milhares de olhares, dos quais eu fugi. Naquela noite, em que a porta bateu e eu me derramei no chão, a mancha negra na parede era o meu vazio espelhado, o meu vazio espalhado, grotesco e nu, tal como qualquer um de nós é.&lt;br /&gt;Corri. Lembro-me que corri muito. Ouvi o som dos meus passos no alcatrão, senti-me livre mas absurdamente presa às teias da minha mente, que continuava a inventar destinos e sonhos que dilatavam as veias das minhas mãos, já cansadas e gastas, ensanguentadas, pela intemporalidade crua do toque.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes o que me lembrou de ti? O círculo mágico em torno da lua. E aí vi que nunca te deixaria. Irremediavelmente tua.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110157693538005153?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110157693538005153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110157693538005153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110157693538005153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110157693538005153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2004/11/irremediavelmente.html' title='.Irremediavelmente.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9348013.post-110157676851795537</id><published>2004-11-27T17:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-27T17:42:39.466Z</updated><title type='text'>.psyché.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://uploads.clix.pt:8080/fotos/data/imagens/2852247/41A8B85EE3B9B28B9F7D17C310AEA77D17C3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psyché&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é, na mitologia grega, uma princesa por quem Eros, o deus do amor, se apaixonou. Afrodite, mãe de Eros, movida pelos ciúmes procura desembaraçar-se de &lt;strong&gt;Psyché&lt;/strong&gt;, mas esta consegue ultrapassar todos os obstáculos. Eros leva a sua amada até Zeus pedindo-lhe que concedesse a &lt;em&gt;imortalidade&lt;/em&gt; para poderem ficar juntos por toda a &lt;em&gt;eternidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Para os gregos, &lt;strong&gt;Psyché&lt;/strong&gt; torna-se o símbolo da &lt;em&gt;alma&lt;/em&gt;, princípio que anima os seres humanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9348013-110157676851795537?l=as-psyche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/feeds/110157676851795537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9348013&amp;postID=110157676851795537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110157676851795537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9348013/posts/default/110157676851795537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-psyche.blogspot.com/2004/11/psych.html' title='.psyché.'/><author><name>Psyché</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658875939316112274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.ubc.org.br/pauta_online/sabotagem.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
