<?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-3079181862589756222</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:57:37.348Z</updated><title type='text'>águas turvas</title><subtitle type='html'>remexendo no leito do rio, procurando pensamentos perdidos e criando novos,
levanta-se o que estava escondido e encontra-se o que não se procurava</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>242</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-3097972634834658111</id><published>2012-01-09T19:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:10:56.037Z</updated><title type='text'>Cloths of Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,&lt;br /&gt;Enwrought with golden and silver light,&lt;br /&gt;The blue and the dim and the dark cloths&lt;br /&gt;Of night and light and the half-light,&lt;br /&gt;I would spread the cloths under your feet:&lt;br /&gt;But I, being poor, have only my dreams;&lt;br /&gt;I have spread my dreams under your feet;&lt;br /&gt;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;William Butler Yeats&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-3097972634834658111?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/3097972634834658111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=3097972634834658111' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/3097972634834658111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/3097972634834658111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2012/01/cloths-of-heaven.html' title='Cloths of Heaven'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-816637293452273952</id><published>2011-12-25T13:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-25T13:20:49.507Z</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas...</title><content type='html'>and you're not here. You're not anywhere... but in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Like a shadow in the moonlight, a whisper in the wind I feel you in my skin, in me...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a sign, your gentle voice, a word. For how long will I wait? As long as I breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it's Christmas, you're not here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-816637293452273952?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/816637293452273952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=816637293452273952' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/816637293452273952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/816637293452273952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas...'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-3087827097697658894</id><published>2011-12-17T15:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-17T15:52:04.751Z</updated><title type='text'>Ryuichi Sakamoto &amp; Morelenbaum² - Sem Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/0XYiGTWykis/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0XYiGTWykis&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0XYiGTWykis&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-3087827097697658894?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/3087827097697658894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=3087827097697658894' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/3087827097697658894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/3087827097697658894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/12/ryuichi-sakamoto-morelenbaum-sem-voce.html' title='Ryuichi Sakamoto &amp; Morelenbaum² - Sem Você'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-7874843456789093688</id><published>2011-12-11T21:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:07:57.765Z</updated><title type='text'>O Amor é o Amor</title><content type='html'>O amor é o amor — e depois?! &lt;br /&gt;Vamos ficar os dois &lt;br /&gt;a imaginar, a imaginar?... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu peito contra o teu peito, &lt;br /&gt;cortando o mar, cortando o ar. &lt;br /&gt;Num leito &lt;br /&gt;há todo o espaço para amar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na nossa carne estamos &lt;br /&gt;sem destino, sem medo, sem pudor &lt;br /&gt;e trocamos — somos um? somos dois? &lt;br /&gt;espírito e calor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é o amor — e depois? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alexandre O'Neill, in 'Abandono Vigiado'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-7874843456789093688?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/7874843456789093688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=7874843456789093688' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/7874843456789093688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/7874843456789093688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-amor-e-o-amor.html' title='O Amor é o Amor'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-6083694278613930778</id><published>2011-11-30T00:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:00:57.453Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/319162_10150385240354335_700604334_8454146_1927219186_n.jpg?dl=1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/319162_10150385240354335_700604334_8454146_1927219186_n.jpg?dl=1" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-6083694278613930778?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/6083694278613930778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=6083694278613930778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/6083694278613930778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/6083694278613930778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-6788924527508867061</id><published>2011-11-06T22:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:39:25.625Z</updated><title type='text'>Amo-te Por Todas as Razões e Mais Uma</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Por todas as razões e mais uma. Esta é a resposta que costumo dar-te quando me perguntas por que razão te amo. Porque nunca existe apenas uma razão para amar alguém. Porque não pode haver nem há só uma razão para te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te porque me fascinas e porque me libertas e porque fazes sentir-me bem. E porque me surpreendes e porque me sufocas e porque enches a minha alma de mar e o meu espírito de sol e o meu corpo de fadiga. E porque me confundes e porque me enfureces e porque me iluminas e porque me deslumbras.&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te porque quero amar-te e porque tenho necessidade de te amar e porque amar-te é uma aventura. Amo-te porque sim mas também porque não e, quem sabe, porque talvez. E por todas as razões que sei e pelas que não sei e por aquelas que nunca virei a conhecer. E porque te conheço e porque me conheço. E porque te adivinho. Estas são todas as razões.&lt;br /&gt;Mas há mais uma: porque não pode existir outra como tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joaquim Pessoa, in 'Ano Comum'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-6788924527508867061?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/6788924527508867061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=6788924527508867061' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/6788924527508867061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/6788924527508867061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/11/amo-te-por-todas-as-razoes-e-mais-uma.html' title='Amo-te Por Todas as Razões e Mais Uma'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-6237589420133338612</id><published>2011-11-02T17:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:39:25.639Z</updated><title type='text'>Abraça-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Abraça-me. Quero ouvir o vento que vem da tua pele, e ver o sol nascer do intenso calor dos nossos corpos. Quando me perfumo assim, em ti, nada existe a não ser este relâmpago feliz, esta maçã azul que foi colhida na palidez de todos os caminhos, e que ambos mordemos para provar o sabor que tem a carne incandescente das estrelas. Abraça-me. Veste o meu corpo de ti, para que em ti eu possa buscar o sentido dos sentidos, o sentido da vida. Procura-me com os teus antigos braços de criança, para desamarrar em mim a eternidade, essa soma formidável de todos os momentos livres que a um e a outro pertenceram. Abraça-me. Quero morrer de ti em mim, espantado de amor. Dá-me a beber, antes, a água dos teus beijos, para que possa levá-la comigo e oferecê-la aos astros pequeninos.&lt;br /&gt;Só essa água fará reconhecer o mais profundo, o mais intenso amor do universo, e eu quero que delem fiquem a saber até as estrelas mais antigas e brilhantes.&lt;br /&gt;Abraça-me. Uma vez só. Uma vez mais.&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez que nem sei se tu existes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joaquim Pessoa, in 'Ano Comum'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-6237589420133338612?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/6237589420133338612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=6237589420133338612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/6237589420133338612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/6237589420133338612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/11/abraca-me.html' title='Abraça-me'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-1347975213020972852</id><published>2011-10-07T11:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:19:15.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinematic Orchestra - To Build A Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bjjc59FgUpg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a house built out of stone&lt;br /&gt;Wooden floors, walls and window sills&lt;br /&gt;Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust&lt;br /&gt;This is a place where I don't feel alone&lt;br /&gt;This is a place where I feel at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I built a home&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it disappeared&lt;br /&gt;From me&lt;br /&gt;From you&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the garden where we planted the seeds&lt;br /&gt;There is a tree that's old as me&lt;br /&gt;Branches were sewn by the color of green&lt;br /&gt;Ground had arose and passed its knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top&lt;br /&gt;I climbed the tree to see the world&lt;br /&gt;When the gusts came around to blow me down&lt;br /&gt;I held on as tightly as you held onto me&lt;br /&gt;I held on as tightly as you held onto me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I built a home&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it disappeared&lt;br /&gt;From me&lt;br /&gt;From you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-1347975213020972852?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/1347975213020972852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=1347975213020972852' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/1347975213020972852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/1347975213020972852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/10/cinematic-orchestra-to-build-home.html' title='Cinematic Orchestra - To Build A Home'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bjjc59FgUpg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-4632137091607814292</id><published>2011-10-06T12:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:23:35.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pablo Neruda - Poema XIV</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Juegas todos los días con la luz del universo.&lt;br /&gt;Sutil visitadora, llegas en la flor y en el agua.&lt;br /&gt;Eres más que esta blanca cabecita que aprieto&lt;br /&gt;como un racimo entre mis manos cada día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nadie te pareces desde que yo te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Déjame tenderte entre guirnaldas amarillas.&lt;br /&gt;Quién escribe tu nombre con letras de humo entre las estrellas del sur?&lt;br /&gt;Ah déjame recordarte cómo eras entonces, cuando aún no existías.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pronto el viento aúlla y golpea mi ventana cerrada.&lt;br /&gt;El cielo es una red cuajada de peces sombríos.&lt;br /&gt;Aquí vienen a dar todos los vientos, todos.&lt;br /&gt;Se desviste la lluvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasan huyendo los pájaros.&lt;br /&gt;El viento. El viento.&lt;br /&gt;Yo sólo puedo luchar contra la fuerza de los hombres.&lt;br /&gt;El temporal arremolina hojas oscuras&lt;br /&gt;y suelta todas las barcas que anoche amarraron al cielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú estás aquí. Ah tú no huyes.&lt;br /&gt;Tú me responderás hasta el último grito.&lt;br /&gt;Ovíllate a mi lado como si tuvieras miedo.&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo alguna vez corrió una sombra extraña por tus ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora, ahora también, pequeña, me traes madreselvas,&lt;br /&gt;y tienes hasta los senos perfumados.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras el viento triste galopa matando mariposas&lt;br /&gt;yo te amo, y mi alegría muerde tu boca de ciruela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuanto te habrá dolido acostumbrarte a mí,&lt;br /&gt;a mi alma sola y salvaje, a mi nombre que todos ahuyentan.&lt;br /&gt;Hemos visto arder tantas veces el lucero besándonos los ojos&lt;br /&gt;y sobre nuestras cabezas destorcerse los crepúsculos en abanicos girantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis palabras llovieron sobre ti acariciándote.&lt;br /&gt;Amé desde hace tiempo tu cuerpo de nácar soleado.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta te creo dueña del universo.&lt;br /&gt;Te traeré de las montañas flores alegres, copihues,&lt;br /&gt;avellanas oscuras, y cestas silvestres de besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero hacer contigo&lt;br /&gt;lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-4632137091607814292?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/4632137091607814292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=4632137091607814292' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/4632137091607814292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/4632137091607814292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/10/pablo-neruda-poema-xiv.html' title='Pablo Neruda - Poema XIV'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-4199297678123980619</id><published>2011-10-02T01:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T01:59:49.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amor. Não se pode dar porque não se pode possuir. Não nasce, não aumenta ou diminui. Existe apenas. Amor é. És.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-4199297678123980619?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/4199297678123980619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=4199297678123980619' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/4199297678123980619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/4199297678123980619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/10/amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-305145684359900879</id><published>2011-09-24T14:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T14:03:45.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and my heart was ripped from my chest but it's ok, I know it's in your hands, safe.I just don't know where you are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-305145684359900879?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/305145684359900879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=305145684359900879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/305145684359900879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/305145684359900879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-my-heart-was-ripped-from-my-chest.html' title=''/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-2380547515634346066</id><published>2011-09-17T01:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T01:35:18.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thinking... wondering where you are.Dreaming day and night about you. Worrying... crying in the dark, in silence...&lt;br&gt;A simple word, just a word would make the sun shine bright in the sky and bring a smile back to my lips... one that only you can give life! And I miss you... your gentle voice, the singing of sirens luring me to my sweet damnation... no, the singing of an angel taking me to heaven!&lt;br&gt;You'll be back, soon... and we'll continue our story, live it like it should be lived. With our hands held tight... and a smile on our lips.&lt;br&gt;I'll try to sleep now, hoping that tomorrow you're here, in my arms again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-2380547515634346066?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/2380547515634346066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=2380547515634346066' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/2380547515634346066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/2380547515634346066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/09/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-3977180396954745043</id><published>2011-09-09T22:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:18:06.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tempo Passa? Não Passa</title><content type='html'>O tempo passa? Não passa&lt;br /&gt;no abismo do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Lá dentro, perdura a graça&lt;br /&gt;do amor, florindo em canção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo nos aproxima&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mais, nos reduz&lt;br /&gt;a um só verso e uma rima&lt;br /&gt;de mãos e olhos, na luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há tempo consumido&lt;br /&gt;nem tempo a economizar.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é todo vestido&lt;br /&gt;de amor e tempo de amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu tempo e o teu, amada,&lt;br /&gt;transcendem qualquer medida.&lt;br /&gt;Além do amor, não há nada,&lt;br /&gt;amar é o sumo da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São mitos de calendário&lt;br /&gt;tanto o ontem como o agora,&lt;br /&gt;e o teu aniversário&lt;br /&gt;é um nascer toda a hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nosso amor, que brotou&lt;br /&gt;do tempo, não tem idade,&lt;br /&gt;pois só quem ama escutou&lt;br /&gt;o apelo da eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade, in 'Amar se Aprende Amando'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-3977180396954745043?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/3977180396954745043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=3977180396954745043' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/3977180396954745043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/3977180396954745043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-tempo-passa-nao-passa.html' title='O Tempo Passa? Não Passa'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-8164158768265477139</id><published>2011-08-31T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:38:00.208+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>mais um dia na cidade&lt;br /&gt;e ainda não sei nada de ti&lt;br /&gt;ainda não vi o teu milagre&lt;br /&gt;sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;eu nem ouso sentir esperança&lt;br /&gt;estou tão longe do que é bom&lt;br /&gt;não te tenho nesta dança&lt;br /&gt;neste tom&lt;br /&gt;mas se te vejo, ...&lt;br /&gt;se te vejo, ...&lt;br /&gt;eu quero ir, eu quero ir, eu quero ir, eu quero ir&lt;br /&gt;atrás de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu quero ver-te no meu espelho&lt;br /&gt;intimidar-te com o olhar&lt;br /&gt;e confessar-te que foste eleita&lt;br /&gt;para eu me dar&lt;br /&gt;vá vem dormir para os meus braços&lt;br /&gt;que eu vou mostrar-te o que é o amor&lt;br /&gt;se eu não vencer&lt;br /&gt;quem vence a prova do teu rigor&lt;br /&gt;e se te vejo, ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se te vejo, ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu quero ir, eu quero ir, eu quero ir, eu quero ir&lt;br /&gt;atrás de ti&lt;br /&gt;mais um dia na cidade&lt;br /&gt;e ainda não sei nada de ti&lt;br /&gt;mas é tão bom ter o teu nome aqui&lt;br /&gt;aqui, aqui, aqui&lt;br /&gt;eu estou aqui.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(letra da música Adriana de Jorge Cruz, aqui sem a Adriana)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-8164158768265477139?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/8164158768265477139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=8164158768265477139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/8164158768265477139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/8164158768265477139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-7312213106023181416</id><published>2011-08-28T11:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T11:41:22.237+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amor Fino</title><content type='html'>O amor fino não busca causa nem fruto. Se amo, porque me amam, tem o amor causa; se amo, para que me amem, tem fruto: e amor fino não há-de ter porquê nem para quê. Se amo, porque me amam, é obrigação, faço o que devo: se amo, para que me amem, é negociação, busco o que desejo. Pois como há-de amar o amor para ser fino? Amo, quia amo; amo, ut amem: amo, porque amo, e amo para amar. Quem ama porque o amam é agradecido. quem ama, para que o amem, é interesseiro: quem ama, não porque o amam, nem para que o amem, só esse é fino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Padre António Vieira, in "Sermões"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-7312213106023181416?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/7312213106023181416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=7312213106023181416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/7312213106023181416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/7312213106023181416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-amor-fino.html' title='O Amor Fino'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-7254158087309783688</id><published>2011-08-27T10:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T10:48:37.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What It Feels Like To Be In Love With You</title><content type='html'>It feels like drowning. It feels eternal. A sensory bliss that never really subsides. A yearning to be awake, to live that dream I am in. In shallows of blankets and bed covers, calmed by the gentle breeze of your breath. Caressed by the warmth of your skin. It feels like a distant voice, heard in the chambers of my head, of laughter and sighs. Of whirlwinds in my head. A ray of hope, a sliver of sunshine. It feels like it all makes sense right about now, on the path to the never never land. It's art, it's poetry and most of all it feels like it's true. So much that I can touch it enough to my hands through its contours, feel it as it burns into my flesh and taste it, in dollops, as it spills onto my senses. To be in love with you, I feel stronger. I shed fear, adorn hope. I walk a path that's painted with grief, painted in failure, painted in hope, I walk with glee. I feel stronger than a man can ever feel but I feel powerless. Vulnerable to your voice, to your words, to the depths of your mind. It feels like a placebo, when the earth is burning and the sky is raining on my head. It feels like my head's spinning and my body's out of place. A terrible comfort that makes me guilty for deriving pleasure from. A horrible silence just before it's deafened by your cheer, your pain, your world. Our world. It feels like looking into the future. It feels like I'm drowning in my sleep, drowning deep in a dream where I'm floating in your heart. To be in love with you, is to never wake up to anyone else again. To be in love with you. It feels eternal. It feels pure. It feels love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(unknown)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-7254158087309783688?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/7254158087309783688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=7254158087309783688' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/7254158087309783688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/7254158087309783688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-it-feels-like-to-be-in-love-with.html' title='What It Feels Like To Be In Love With You'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-2250462741330521983</id><published>2011-08-24T22:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:07:39.415+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Apaixonado</title><content type='html'>Luas, marfins, instrumentos e rosas, &lt;br /&gt;Traços de Dúrer, lampiões austeros, &lt;br /&gt;Nove algarismos e o cambiante zero, &lt;br /&gt;Devo fingir que existem essas coisas. &lt;br /&gt;Fingir que no passado aconteceram &lt;br /&gt;Persépolis e Roma e que uma areia &lt;br /&gt;Subtil mediu a sorte dessa ameia &lt;br /&gt;Que os séculos de ferro desfizeram. &lt;br /&gt;Devo fingir as armas e a pira &lt;br /&gt;Da epopeia e os pesados mares &lt;br /&gt;Que corroem da terra os vãos pilares. &lt;br /&gt;Devo fingir que há outros. É mentira. &lt;br /&gt;Só tu existes. Minha desventura, &lt;br /&gt;Minha ventura, inesgotável, pura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jorge Luis Borges, in "História da Noite" &lt;br /&gt;Tradução de Fernando Pinto do Amaral &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-2250462741330521983?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/2250462741330521983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=2250462741330521983' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/2250462741330521983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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constante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora, és a mulher que amo&lt;br /&gt;e depois, és a mulher que amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-1245464324997860856?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/1245464324997860856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=1245464324997860856' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/1245464324997860856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/1245464324997860856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/08/agora-e-sempre.html' title='Agora e Sempre'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-2289714444614872674</id><published>2011-08-07T19:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T19:25:59.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chega de saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/AcES17PCaBA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AcES17PCaBA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AcES17PCaBA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai minha tristeza&lt;br /&gt;E diz a ela que sem ela não pode ser&lt;br /&gt;Diz-lhe numa prece&lt;br /&gt;Que ela regresse&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não posso mais sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de saudade&lt;br /&gt;A realidade é que sem ela&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz não há beleza&lt;br /&gt;É só tristeza e a melancolia&lt;br /&gt;Que não sai de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não sai de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não sai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se ela voltar&lt;br /&gt;Se ela voltar que coisa linda!&lt;br /&gt;Que coisa louca!&lt;br /&gt;Pois há menos peixinhos a nadar no mar&lt;br /&gt;Do que os beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;Que eu darei na sua boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro dos meus braços, os abraços&lt;br /&gt;Hão de ser milhões de abraços&lt;br /&gt;Apertado assim, colado assim, calado assim,&lt;br /&gt;Abraços e beijinhos e carinhos sem ter fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é pra acabar com esse negócio&lt;br /&gt;De você viver sem mim&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais esse negócio&lt;br /&gt;De você longe de mim&lt;br /&gt;Vamos deixar esse negócio&lt;br /&gt;De você viver sem mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-2289714444614872674?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/2289714444614872674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-851878287350973445</id><published>2011-07-24T10:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T10:26:34.381+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu e Eu Meu Amor</title><content type='html'>Tu e eu meu amor &lt;br /&gt;meu amor eu e tu &lt;br /&gt;que o amor meu amor &lt;br /&gt;é o nu contra o nu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nua a mão que segura &lt;br /&gt;outra mão que lhe é dada &lt;br /&gt;nua a suave ternura &lt;br /&gt;na face apaixonada &lt;br /&gt;nua a estrela mais pura &lt;br /&gt;nos olhos da amada &lt;br /&gt;nua a ânsia insegura &lt;br /&gt;de uma boca beijada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu e eu meu amor &lt;br /&gt;meu amor eu e tu &lt;br /&gt;que o amor meu amor &lt;br /&gt;é o nu contra o nu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu o riso e o prazer &lt;br /&gt;como é nua a sentida &lt;br /&gt;lágrima de não ver &lt;br /&gt;na face dolorida &lt;br /&gt;nu o corpo do ser &lt;br /&gt;na hora prometida &lt;br /&gt;meu amor que ao nascer &lt;br /&gt;nus viemos à vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu e eu meu amor &lt;br /&gt;meu amor eu e tu &lt;br /&gt;que o amor meu amor &lt;br /&gt;é o nu contra o nu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nua nua a verdade &lt;br /&gt;tão forte no criar &lt;br /&gt;adulta humanidade &lt;br /&gt;nu o querer e o lutar &lt;br /&gt;dia a dia pelo que há-de &lt;br /&gt;os homens libertar &lt;br /&gt;amor que a eternidade &lt;br /&gt;é ser livre e amar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu e eu meu amor &lt;br /&gt;meu amor eu e tu &lt;br /&gt;que o amor meu amor &lt;br /&gt;é o nu contra o nu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Manuel da Fonseca, in "Poemas para Adriano"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-851878287350973445?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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H. Davies</title><content type='html'>What is this life if, full of care,&lt;br /&gt;We have no time to stand and stare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to stand beneath the boughs,&lt;br /&gt;And stare as long as sheep and cows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to see, when woods we pass,&lt;br /&gt;Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to see, in broad daylight,&lt;br /&gt;Streams full of stars, like skies at night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to turn at Beauty's glance,&lt;br /&gt;And watch her feet, how they can dance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to wait till her mouth can&lt;br /&gt;Enrich that smile her eyes began?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poor life this if, full of care,&lt;br /&gt;We have no time to stand and stare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-6615995327841236009?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/6615995327841236009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=6615995327841236009' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/6615995327841236009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/6615995327841236009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/07/leisure-w-h-davies.html' title='Leisure, W. 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Davies'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-5051041010329659853</id><published>2011-06-12T16:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T16:13:00.044+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gritos em mim</title><content type='html'>As saudades batem como pedras no peito,&lt;br /&gt;deixam marcas que não se vêm,&lt;br /&gt;cá dentro&lt;br /&gt;mas são marcas que desejo ter.&lt;br /&gt;São gritos mudos do teu nome,&lt;br /&gt;são as tuas mãos que me rasgam o peito&lt;br /&gt;e agarram o coração, sabendo que te pertence.&lt;br /&gt;E o teu toque é esperado, é sonhado,&lt;br /&gt;saboreado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-5051041010329659853?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/5051041010329659853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=5051041010329659853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5051041010329659853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5051041010329659853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/06/gritos-em-mim.html' title='Gritos em mim'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-2793704384848843175</id><published>2011-06-04T17:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T17:59:58.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling</title><content type='html'>about this thing which we call feelings, what are they? how do they come to?&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm not a psychiatrist, psychologist or some neurologist or whoever studies this things. instead i'll write some words about it and hopefully make some sense, and correct me if i'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;so, i think we should start in the beginning, how does a feeling appear? we could say it's because something happened to trigger it, a picture we see, a conversation, missing someone/something. a whole lot of stuff... but it's because of a thought. a simple thought about someone, can bring a the most pure happiness, can bring sadness, anger, lust... or, imagination, which is still thought, about a fantasy... a vengeance in the making, anything. it starts with thought. you may wander, can i control my thoughts so my feelings are always good and happy? no, you can't, by trying to control them you are hiding another thought, another feeling, the one you don't wan't, and it's controlling you without you even knowing it. but more on this later...&lt;br /&gt;so, that's how it starts, and mostly how it ends, a new thought comes around and takes the place of the old one. well... not quite. there's this feeling called love, when you love someone/something (yes, some people love things...) that feeling won't end just like that, hopefully, it won't end! and this is the tricky part, because there is no thought in love, it just is... going to metaphors now, like there's two halves and the other one is the better part of you.&lt;br /&gt;and love just shut me up... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-2793704384848843175?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/2793704384848843175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=2793704384848843175' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/2793704384848843175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/2793704384848843175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/06/feeling.html' title='feeling'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-4861505527802633998</id><published>2011-05-19T07:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T07:03:45.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Truck Game</title><content type='html'>Boy: Lets play the fire truck game.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: OK, how do you play?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I run my fingers up your legs until you say red light.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: OK.&lt;br /&gt;(starts game)&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Red light!&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Fire trucks don't stop for red lights...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-4861505527802633998?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/4861505527802633998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=4861505527802633998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/4861505527802633998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/4861505527802633998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/05/fire-truck-game.html' title='Fire Truck Game'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-4625282420324874445</id><published>2011-05-17T09:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T09:33:20.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tardio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;E se chegar tarde? Se o tr&amp;#226;nsito me prender por mais um minuto ou dois, far&amp;#225; diferen&amp;#231;a? Que importa se perdi um minuto a olhar o mar? E se esse minuto foi passado contigo, ent&amp;#227;o foi um minuto que ganhei...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-4625282420324874445?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/4625282420324874445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=4625282420324874445' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/4625282420324874445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/4625282420324874445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/05/tardio.html' title='Tardio...'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-2833152105636196298</id><published>2011-05-14T13:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:53:54.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Privatizar...</title><content type='html'>«Privatize-se tudo, privatize-se o mar e o céu, privatize-se a água e o ar, privatize-se a justiça e a lei, privatize-se a nuvem que passa, privatize-se o sonho, sobretudo se for diurno e de olhos abertos. E finalmente, para florão e remate de tanto privatizar, privatizem-se os Estados, entregue-se por uma vez a exploração deles a empresas privadas, mediante concurso internacional. Aí se encontra a salvação do mundo... e, já agora, privatize-se também a puta que os pariu a todos.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- José Saramago - Cadernos de Lanzarote - Diário III - pag. 148&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-2833152105636196298?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/2833152105636196298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=2833152105636196298' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/2833152105636196298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/2833152105636196298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/05/privatizar.html' title='Privatizar...'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-2974467359042392084</id><published>2011-05-10T23:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:56:09.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds - Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lf1j1zrnxss?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy how it feels tonight &lt;br /&gt;Crazy how you make it all alright love &lt;br /&gt;You crush me with the things you do &lt;br /&gt;I do for you anything too &lt;br /&gt;Sitting smoking feeling high &lt;br /&gt;In this moment it feels so right &lt;br /&gt;Lovely lady &lt;br /&gt;I am at your feet &lt;br /&gt;God I want you so badly &lt;br /&gt;I wonder this &lt;br /&gt;Could tomorrow be &lt;br /&gt;So wondrous as you there sleeping &lt;br /&gt;Let's go drive 'till morning comes &lt;br /&gt;Watch the sunrise to fill our souls up &lt;br /&gt;Drink some wine 'till we get drunk &lt;br /&gt;It's crazy I'm thinking &lt;br /&gt;Just knowing that the world is round &lt;br /&gt;Here I'm dancing on the ground &lt;br /&gt;Am I right side up or upside down &lt;br /&gt;Is this real or am I dreaming &lt;br /&gt;Lovely lady &lt;br /&gt;Let me drink you please &lt;br /&gt;I won't spill a drop I promise you &lt;br /&gt;Lying under this spell you cast on me &lt;br /&gt;Each moment &lt;br /&gt;The more I love you &lt;br /&gt;Crush me &lt;br /&gt;Come on &lt;br /&gt;It's crazy I'm thinking &lt;br /&gt;Just knowing that the world is round &lt;br /&gt;Here I'm dancing on the ground &lt;br /&gt;Am I right side up or upside down &lt;br /&gt;Is it real or am I dreaming &lt;br /&gt;Lovely lady &lt;br /&gt;I will treat you sweetly &lt;br /&gt;Adore you I mean you crush me &lt;br /&gt;It's times like these &lt;br /&gt;When my faith I feel &lt;br /&gt;And I know how I love you &lt;br /&gt;Come on &lt;br /&gt;Lady &lt;br /&gt;It's crazy I'm thinking &lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you're around &lt;br /&gt;And here I'll be dancing on the ground &lt;br /&gt;Am I right side up or upside down &lt;br /&gt;To each other we'll be facing &lt;br /&gt;By love we'll beat back the pain we've found &lt;br /&gt;You know &lt;br /&gt;I mean to tell you all the things I've been thinking deep inside &lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;br /&gt;With each moment the more I love you &lt;br /&gt;Crush me &lt;br /&gt;Come on &lt;br /&gt;So much you have given love &lt;br /&gt;That I would give you back again and again &lt;br /&gt;Meaning I'll hold you &lt;br /&gt;And please let me always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-2974467359042392084?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/2974467359042392084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=2974467359042392084' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/2974467359042392084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/2974467359042392084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/05/dave-matthews-and-tim-reynolds-crush.html' title='Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds - Crush'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lf1j1zrnxss/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-4664123915593270160</id><published>2011-05-05T00:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T00:17:13.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is nothing but a shadow... without your sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T4kadmdU6oc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div id="c4dc1dddbcb74b3807170880_input" class="Mentions_Input " contenteditable="true" style="width: 490px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; min-height: 41px; max-height: 200px; cursor: text; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; overflow-y: auto; overflow-x: hidden; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); -webkit-user-modify: read-write-plaintext-only; display: inline !important; "&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div class="Mentions_Input " contenteditable="true" style="width: 490px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; min-height: 41px; max-height: 200px; cursor: text; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; overflow-y: auto; overflow-x: hidden; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); -webkit-user-modify: read-write-plaintext-only; display: inline !important; "&gt;Your love, is my sanity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div id="c4dc1dddbcb74b3807170880_input" class="Mentions_Input " contenteditable="true" style="width: 490px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; min-height: 41px; max-height: 200px; cursor: text; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; overflow-y: auto; overflow-x: hidden; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); -webkit-user-modify: read-write-plaintext-only; "&gt;Your love, brings me sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I like what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;I like what you give to me&lt;br /&gt;I wander through this world&lt;br /&gt;Needing you so much&lt;br /&gt;I wander through this world&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of your touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="c4dc1dddbcb74b3807170880_input" class="Mentions_Input " contenteditable="true" style="width: 490px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; min-height: 41px; max-height: 200px; cursor: text; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; overflow-y: auto; overflow-x: hidden; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); -webkit-user-modify: read-write-plaintext-only; "&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-4664123915593270160?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/4664123915593270160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=4664123915593270160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/4664123915593270160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/4664123915593270160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-is-nothing-but-shadow-without-your.html' title='Life is nothing but a shadow... without your sunshine'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/T4kadmdU6oc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-4182259603022190883</id><published>2011-05-02T00:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T00:08:23.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrela Da Tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9oS5Mc2pTn8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era a tarde mais longa de todas as tardes que me acontecia&lt;br /&gt;Eu esperava por ti, tu não vinhas, tardavas e eu entardecia&lt;br /&gt;Era tarde, tão tarde, que a boca, tardando-lhe o beijo, mordia&lt;br /&gt;Quando à boca da noite surgiste na tarde tal rosa tardia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando nós nos olhámos tardámos no beijo que a boca pedia&lt;br /&gt;E na tarde ficámos unidos ardendo na luz que morria&lt;br /&gt;Em nós dois nessa tarde em que tanto tardaste o sol amanhecia&lt;br /&gt;Era tarde de mais para haver outra noite, para haver outro dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Minha estrela da tarde&lt;br /&gt;Que o luar te amanheça e o meu corpo te guarde&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;Se tu és a alegria ou se és a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi a noite mais bela de todas as noites que me adormeceram&lt;br /&gt;Dos nocturnos silêncios que à noite de aromas e beijos se encheram&lt;br /&gt;Foi a noite em que os nossos dois corpos cansados não adormeceram&lt;br /&gt;E da estrada mais linda da noite uma festa de fogo fizeram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram noites e noites que numa só noite nos aconteceram&lt;br /&gt;Era o dia da noite de todas as noites que nos precederam&lt;br /&gt;Era a noite mais clara daqueles que à noite amando se deram&lt;br /&gt;E entre os braços da noite de tanto se amarem, vivendo morreram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei, meu amor, se o que digo é ternura, se é riso, se é pranto&lt;br /&gt;É por ti que adormeço e acordo e acordado recordo no canto&lt;br /&gt;Essa tarde em que tarde surgiste dum triste e profundo recanto&lt;br /&gt;Essa noite em que cedo nasceste despida de mágoa e de espanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, nunca é tarde nem cedo para quem se quer tanto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-4182259603022190883?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/4182259603022190883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-2854718897489277725</id><published>2011-04-28T16:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:01:00.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'>noite</title><content type='html'>Que um dia sejam dias&lt;br /&gt;A cama seja nossa&lt;br /&gt;E o adormecer teu nos braços meus&lt;br /&gt;E a luz do dia brilhe nos nossos olhos&lt;br /&gt;E os labios meus nos labios teus...&lt;br /&gt;E tu e eu, nós.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-2854718897489277725?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/2854718897489277725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-6649463497190514011</id><published>2011-03-30T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T00:10:45.077+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/c9VQye6P8k0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê&lt;br /&gt;Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kiye&lt;br /&gt;Ni kêra môgô&lt;br /&gt;Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê&lt;br /&gt;Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kagni&lt;br /&gt;Ni kêra môgô&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the smartest dummies&lt;br /&gt;Can’t read the language of Egyptian mummies&lt;br /&gt;An’ a fly go a moon&lt;br /&gt;And can’t find food for the starving tummies&lt;br /&gt;Pay no mind to the youths&lt;br /&gt;Cause it’s not like the future depends on it&lt;br /&gt;But save the animals in the zoo&lt;br /&gt;Cause the chimpanzee dem a make big money&lt;br /&gt;This is how the media pillages&lt;br /&gt;On the TV the picture is&lt;br /&gt;Savages in villages&lt;br /&gt;And the scientist still can’t explain the pyramids, huh&lt;br /&gt;Evangelists making a living on the videos of ribs of the little kids&lt;br /&gt;Stereotyping the image of the images&lt;br /&gt;And this is what the image is&lt;br /&gt;You buy a khaki pants&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones&lt;br /&gt;An’ a thief out gold and thief out the scrolls and even the buried bones&lt;br /&gt;Some of the worst paparazzis I’ve ever seen and I ever known&lt;br /&gt;Put the worst on display so the world can see&lt;br /&gt;And that’s all they will ever show&lt;br /&gt;So the ones in the west&lt;br /&gt;Will never move east&lt;br /&gt;And feel like they could be at home&lt;br /&gt;Dem get tricked by the beast&lt;br /&gt;But a where dem ago flee when the monster is fully grown?&lt;br /&gt;Solomonic linage whe dem still can’t defeat and them coulda never clone&lt;br /&gt;My spiritual DNA that print in my soul and I will forever Own Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê&lt;br /&gt;Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kiye&lt;br /&gt;Ni kêra môgô&lt;br /&gt;Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê&lt;br /&gt;Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kagni&lt;br /&gt;Ni kêra môgô&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, we born not knowing, are we born knowing all?&lt;br /&gt;We growing wiser, are we just growing tall?&lt;br /&gt;Can you read thoughts? can you read palms?&lt;br /&gt;Huh, can you predict the future? can you see storms, coming?&lt;br /&gt;The Earth was flat if you went too far you would fall off&lt;br /&gt;Now the Earth is round if the shape change again everybody woulda start laugh&lt;br /&gt;The average man can’t prove of most of the things that he chooses to speak of&lt;br /&gt;And still won’t research and find out the root of the truth that you seek of&lt;br /&gt;Scholars teach in Universities and claim that they’re smart and cunning&lt;br /&gt;Tell them find a cure when we sneeze and that’s when their nose start running&lt;br /&gt;And the rich get stitched up, when we get cut&lt;br /&gt;Man a heal dem broken bones in the bush with the wed mud&lt;br /&gt;Can you read signs? can you read stars?&lt;br /&gt;Can you make peace? can you fight war?&lt;br /&gt;Can you milk cows, even though you drive cars? huh&lt;br /&gt;Can you survive, Against All Odds, Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê&lt;br /&gt;Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kiye&lt;br /&gt;Ni kêra môgô&lt;br /&gt;Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê&lt;br /&gt;Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kagni&lt;br /&gt;Ni kêra môgô&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wrote the Bible? Who wrote the Qur’an?&lt;br /&gt;And was it a lightning storm&lt;br /&gt;That gave birth to the earth&lt;br /&gt;And then dinosaurs were born? damn&lt;br /&gt;Who made up words? who made up numbers?&lt;br /&gt;And what kind of spell is mankind under?&lt;br /&gt;Everything on the planet we preserve and can it&lt;br /&gt;Microwaved it and try it&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we’ll survive it&lt;br /&gt;What’s hu? what’s man? what’s human?&lt;br /&gt;Anything along the land we consuming&lt;br /&gt;Eatin’, deletin’, ruin&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get paper&lt;br /&gt;Gotta have land, gotta have acres&lt;br /&gt;So I can sit back like Jack Nicholson&lt;br /&gt;Watch niggas play the game like the lakers&lt;br /&gt;In a world full of 52 fakers&lt;br /&gt;Gypsies, seances, mystical prayers&lt;br /&gt;You superstitious? throw salt over your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish for the day cuz&lt;br /&gt;Like somebody got a doll of me&lt;br /&gt;Stickin’ needles in my arteries&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t feel it&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s like ‘pardon me, but I got a real big spirit’&lt;br /&gt;I’m fearless…. I’m fearless&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you try and grab hold of my soul&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a military soldier since seven years old&lt;br /&gt;I held real dead bodies in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Felt their body turn cold, oh&lt;br /&gt;Why we born in the first place&lt;br /&gt;If this is how we gotta go?&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;————&lt;br /&gt;[English Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We came to have fun with music&lt;br /&gt;The world is a place of amusement&lt;br /&gt;We have a good time doing that.&lt;br /&gt;Audience!&lt;br /&gt;Patience! Patience is worth everything!&lt;br /&gt;Patience! Patience is good.&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone, patience is worth everything&lt;br /&gt;If you love a man, patience is worth everything&lt;br /&gt;If you love a woman, patience is worth everything&lt;br /&gt;Patience, patience, patience is good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-6649463497190514011?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/6649463497190514011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=6649463497190514011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/6649463497190514011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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nossas mãos&lt;br /&gt;e grande parte desses sonhos será realizado dentro do silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;nos teus olhos, nos teus lábios, na tua pele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MVgEaDemxjc?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-4212744842949934681?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/4212744842949934681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=4212744842949934681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/4212744842949934681'/><link rel='self' 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in grade school, they told me to write down what I wanted to be when I grew up. &lt;br /&gt;I wrote down happy. &lt;br /&gt;They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, &lt;br /&gt;I told them they didn’t understand life”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-479937352615802923?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/479937352615802923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=479937352615802923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/479937352615802923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vl5McGN2L-E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-8039718886707857410</id><published>2011-03-08T12:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-08T12:14:19.959Z</updated><title type='text'>O Homem e a Mulher</title><content type='html'>O homem é a mais elevada das criaturas. &lt;br /&gt;A mulher, o mais sublime dos ideais. &lt;br /&gt;Deus fez para o homem um trono; para a mulher fez um altar. &lt;br /&gt;O trono exalta e o altar santifica. &lt;br /&gt;O homem é o cérebro; a mulher, o coração. O cérebro produz a luz; o coração produz amor. A luz fecunda; o amor ressuscita. &lt;br /&gt;O homem é o génio; a mulher é o anjo. O génio é imensurável; o anjo é indefenível; &lt;br /&gt;A aspiração do homem é a suprema glória; a aspiração da mulher é a virtude extrema; A glória promove a grandeza e a virtude, a divindade. &lt;br /&gt;O homem tem a supremacia; a mulher, a preferência. A supremacia significa a força; a preferência representa o direito. &lt;br /&gt;O homem é forte pela razão; a mulher, invencível pelas lágrimas. &lt;br /&gt;A razão convence e as lágrimas comovem. &lt;br /&gt;O homem é capaz de todos os heroísmos; a mulher, de todos os martírios. O heroísmo enobrece e o martírio purifica. &lt;br /&gt;O homem pensa e a mulher sonha. Pensar é ter uma larva no cérebro; sonhar é ter na fronte uma auréola. &lt;br /&gt;O homem é a águia que voa; a mulher, o rouxinol que canta. Voar é dominar o espaço e cantar é conquistar a alma. &lt;br /&gt;Enfim, o homem está colocado onde termina a terra; a mulher, onde começa o céu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-8039718886707857410?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/8039718886707857410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=8039718886707857410' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/8039718886707857410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/8039718886707857410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-homem-e-mulher.html' title='O Homem e a Mulher'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-1319312233189266114</id><published>2011-03-08T11:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-08T11:09:35.787Z</updated><title type='text'>A Mulher Inspiradora</title><content type='html'>Mulher, não és só obra de Deus; &lt;br /&gt;os homens vão-te criando eternamente &lt;br /&gt;com a formosura dos seus corações, &lt;br /&gt;e os seus anseios &lt;br /&gt;vestiram de glória a tua juventude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ti o poeta vai tecendo &lt;br /&gt;a sua imaginária tela de oiro: &lt;br /&gt;o pintor dá às tuas formas, &lt;br /&gt;dia após dia, &lt;br /&gt;nova imortalidade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para te adornar, para te vestir, &lt;br /&gt;para tornar-te mais preciosa, &lt;br /&gt;o mar traz as suas pérolas, &lt;br /&gt;a terra o seu oiro, &lt;br /&gt;sua flor os jardins do Verão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher, és meio mulher, &lt;br /&gt;meio sonho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore, in &lt;i&gt;"O Coração da Primavera"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tradução de Manuel Simões&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-1319312233189266114?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/1319312233189266114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=1319312233189266114' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/1319312233189266114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/1319312233189266114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/03/mulher-inspiradora.html' title='A Mulher Inspiradora'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-833385692749837922</id><published>2011-03-03T22:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:23:19.233Z</updated><title type='text'>Tabacaria</title><content type='html'>Não sou nada. &lt;br /&gt;Nunca serei nada. &lt;br /&gt;Não posso querer ser nada. &lt;br /&gt;À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janelas do meu quarto, &lt;br /&gt;Do meu quarto de um dos milhões do mundo que ninguém sabe quem é &lt;br /&gt;(E se soubessem quem é, o que saberiam?), &lt;br /&gt;Dais para o mistério de uma rua cruzada constantemente por gente, &lt;br /&gt;Para uma rua inacessível a todos os pensamentos, &lt;br /&gt;Real, impossivelmente real, certa, desconhecidamente certa, &lt;br /&gt;Com o mistério das coisas por baixo das pedras e dos seres, &lt;br /&gt;Com a morte a pôr humidade nas paredes e cabelos brancos nos homens,&lt;br /&gt;Com o Destino a conduzir a carroça de tudo pela estrada de nada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou hoje vencido, como se soubesse a verdade. &lt;br /&gt;Estou hoje lúcido, como se estivesse para morrer, &lt;br /&gt;E não tivesse mais irmandade com as coisas &lt;br /&gt;Senão uma despedida, tornando-se esta casa e este lado da rua &lt;br /&gt;A fileira de carruagens de um comboio, e uma partida apitada &lt;br /&gt;De dentro da minha cabeça, &lt;br /&gt;E uma sacudidela dos meus nervos e um ranger de ossos na ida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou hoje perplexo como quem pensou e achou e esqueceu. &lt;br /&gt;Estou hoje dividido entre a lealdade que devo &lt;br /&gt;À Tabacaria do outro lado da rua, como coisa real por fora, &lt;br /&gt;E à sensação de que tudo é sonho, como coisa real por dentro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falhei em tudo. &lt;br /&gt;Como não fiz propósito nenhum, talvez tudo fosse nada. &lt;br /&gt;A aprendizagem que me deram, &lt;br /&gt;Desci dela pela janela das traseiras da casa, &lt;br /&gt;Fui até ao campo com grandes propósitos. &lt;br /&gt;Mas lá encontrei só ervas e árvores, &lt;br /&gt;E quando havia gente era igual à outra. &lt;br /&gt;Saio da janela, sento-me numa cadeira. Em que hei-de pensar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sei eu do que serei, eu que não sei o que sou? &lt;br /&gt;Ser o que penso? Mas penso ser tanta coisa! &lt;br /&gt;E há tantos que pensam ser a mesma coisa que não pode haver tantos! &lt;br /&gt;Génio? Neste momento &lt;br /&gt;Cem mil cérebros se concebem em sonho génios como eu, &lt;br /&gt;E a história não marcará, quem sabe?, nem um, &lt;br /&gt;Nem haverá senão estrume de tantas conquistas futuras. &lt;br /&gt;Não, não creio em mim. &lt;br /&gt;Em todos os manicómios há doidos malucos com tantas certezas! &lt;br /&gt;Eu, que não tenho nenhuma certeza, sou mais certo ou menos certo? &lt;br /&gt;Não, nem em mim... &lt;br /&gt;Em quantas mansardas e não-mansardas do mundo &lt;br /&gt;Não estão nesta hora génios-para-si-mesmos sonhando? &lt;br /&gt;Quantas aspirações altas e nobres e lúcidas - &lt;br /&gt;Sim, verdadeiramente altas e nobres e lúcidas -, &lt;br /&gt;E quem sabe se realizáveis, &lt;br /&gt;Nunca verão a luz do sol real nem acharão ouvidos de gente? &lt;br /&gt;O mundo é para quem nasce para o conquistar &lt;br /&gt;E não para quem sonha que pode conquistá-lo, ainda que tenha razão. &lt;br /&gt;Tenho sonhado mais que o que Napoleão fez. &lt;br /&gt;Tenho apertado ao peito hipotético mais humanidades do que Cristo, &lt;br /&gt;Tenho feito filosofias em segredo que nenhum Kant escreveu. &lt;br /&gt;Mas sou, e talvez serei sempre, o da mansarda, &lt;br /&gt;Ainda que não more nela; &lt;br /&gt;Serei sempre o que não nasceu para isso; &lt;br /&gt;Serei sempre só o que tinha qualidades; &lt;br /&gt;Serei sempre o que esperou que lhe abrissem a porta ao pé de uma parede sem porta &lt;br /&gt;E cantou a cantiga do Infinito numa capoeira, &lt;br /&gt;E ouviu a voz de Deus num poço tapado. &lt;br /&gt;Crer em mim? Não, nem em nada. &lt;br /&gt;Derrame-me a Natureza sobre a cabeça ardente &lt;br /&gt;O seu sol, a sua chuva, o vento que me acha o cabelo, &lt;br /&gt;E o resto que venha se vier, ou tiver que vir, ou não venha. &lt;br /&gt;Escravos cardíacos das estrelas, &lt;br /&gt;Conquistámos todo o mundo antes de nos levantar da cama; &lt;br /&gt;Mas acordámos e ele é opaco, &lt;br /&gt;Levantámo-nos e ele é alheio, &lt;br /&gt;Saímos de casa e ele é a terra inteira, &lt;br /&gt;Mais o sistema solar e a Via Láctea e o Indefinido. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Come chocolates, pequena; &lt;br /&gt;Come chocolates! &lt;br /&gt;Olha que não há mais metafísica no mundo senão chocolates. &lt;br /&gt;Olha que as religiões todas não ensinam mais que a confeitaria. &lt;br /&gt;Come, pequena suja, come! &lt;br /&gt;Pudesse eu comer chocolates com a mesma verdade com que comes! &lt;br /&gt;Mas eu penso e, ao tirar o papel de prata, que é de folhas de estanho, &lt;br /&gt;Deito tudo para o chão, como tenho deitado a vida.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao menos fica da amargura do que nunca serei &lt;br /&gt;A caligrafia rápida destes versos, &lt;br /&gt;Pórtico partido para o Impossível. &lt;br /&gt;Mas ao menos consagro a mim mesmo um desprezo sem lágrimas, &lt;br /&gt;Nobre ao menos no gesto largo com que atiro &lt;br /&gt;A roupa suja que sou, sem rol, pra o decurso das coisas, &lt;br /&gt;E fico em casa sem camisa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tu, que consolas, que não existes e por isso consolas, &lt;br /&gt;Ou deusa grega, concebida como estátua que fosse viva, &lt;br /&gt;Ou patrícia romana, impossivelmente nobre e nefasta, &lt;br /&gt;Ou princesa de trovadores, gentilíssima e colorida, &lt;br /&gt;Ou marquesa do século dezoito, decotada e longínqua, &lt;br /&gt;Ou cocote célebre do tempo dos nossos pais, &lt;br /&gt;Ou não sei quê moderno - não concebo bem o quê -, &lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso, seja o que for, que sejas, se pode inspirar que inspire! &lt;br /&gt;Meu coração é um balde despejado. &lt;br /&gt;Como os que invocam espíritos invocam espíritos invoco &lt;br /&gt;A mim mesmo e não encontro nada. &lt;br /&gt;Chego à janela e vejo a rua com uma nitidez absoluta. &lt;br /&gt;Vejo as lojas, vejo os passeios, vejo os carros que passam, &lt;br /&gt;Vejo os entes vivos vestidos que se cruzam, &lt;br /&gt;Vejo os cães que também existem, &lt;br /&gt;E tudo isto me pesa como uma condenação ao degredo, &lt;br /&gt;E tudo isto é estrangeiro, como tudo.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivi, estudei, amei, e até cri, &lt;br /&gt;E hoje não há mendigo que eu não inveje só por não ser eu. &lt;br /&gt;Olho a cada um os andrajos e as chagas e a mentira, &lt;br /&gt;E penso: talvez nunca vivesses nem estudasses nem amasses nem cresses&lt;br /&gt;(Porque é possível fazer a realidade de tudo isso sem fazer nada disso); &lt;br /&gt;Talvez tenhas existido apenas, como um lagarto a quem cortam o rabo &lt;br /&gt;E que é rabo para aquém do lagarto remexidamente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz de mim o que não soube, &lt;br /&gt;E o que podia fazer de mim não o fiz. &lt;br /&gt;O dominó que vesti era errado. &lt;br /&gt;Conheceram-me logo por quem não era e não desmenti, e perdi-me. &lt;br /&gt;Quando quis tirar a máscara, &lt;br /&gt;Estava pegada à cara. &lt;br /&gt;Quando a tirei e me vi ao espelho, &lt;br /&gt;Já tinha envelhecido. &lt;br /&gt;Estava bêbado, já não sabia vestir o dominó que não tinha tirado. &lt;br /&gt;Deitei fora a máscara e dormi no vestiário &lt;br /&gt;Como um cão tolerado pela gerência &lt;br /&gt;Por ser inofensivo &lt;br /&gt;E vou escrever esta história para provar que sou sublime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essência musical dos meus versos inúteis, &lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera encontrar-te como coisa que eu fizesse, &lt;br /&gt;E não ficasse sempre defronte da Tabacaria de defronte, &lt;br /&gt;Calcando aos pés a consciência de estar existindo, &lt;br /&gt;Como um tapete em que um bêbado tropeça &lt;br /&gt;Ou um capacho que os ciganos roubaram e não valia nada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o dono da Tabacaria chegou à porta e ficou à porta. &lt;br /&gt;Olhou-o com o desconforto da cabeça mal voltada &lt;br /&gt;E com o desconforto da alma mal-entendendo. &lt;br /&gt;Ele morrerá e eu morrerei. &lt;br /&gt;Ele deixará a tabuleta, e eu deixarei versos. &lt;br /&gt;A certa altura morrerá a tabuleta também, e os versos também. &lt;br /&gt;Depois de certa altura morrerá a rua onde esteve a tabuleta, &lt;br /&gt;E a língua em que foram escritos os versos. &lt;br /&gt;Morrerá depois o planeta girante em que tudo isto se deu. &lt;br /&gt;Em outros satélites de outros sistemas qualquer coisa como gente &lt;br /&gt;Continuará fazendo coisas como versos e vivendo por baixo de coisas como tabuletas, &lt;br /&gt;Sempre uma coisa defronte da outra, &lt;br /&gt;Sempre uma coisa tão inútil como a outra, &lt;br /&gt;Sempre o impossível tão estúpido como o real, &lt;br /&gt;Sempre o mistério do fundo tão certo como o sono de mistério da superfície, &lt;br /&gt;Sempre isto ou sempre outra coisa ou nem uma coisa nem outra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas um homem entrou na Tabacaria (para comprar tabaco?), &lt;br /&gt;E a realidade plausível cai de repente em cima de mim. &lt;br /&gt;Semiergo-me enérgico, convencido, humano, &lt;br /&gt;E vou tencionar escrever estes versos em que digo o contrário. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acendo um cigarro ao pensar em escrevê-los &lt;br /&gt;E saboreio no cigarro a libertação de todos os pensamentos. &lt;br /&gt;Sigo o fumo como uma rota própria, &lt;br /&gt;E gozo, num momento sensitivo e competente, &lt;br /&gt;A libertação de todas as especulações &lt;br /&gt;E a consciência de que a metafísica é uma consequência de estar mal disposto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois deito-me para trás na cadeira &lt;br /&gt;E continuo fumando. &lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o Destino mo conceder, continuarei fumando. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Se eu casasse com a filha da minha lavadeira &lt;br /&gt;Talvez fosse feliz.) &lt;br /&gt;Visto isto, levanto-me da cadeira. Vou à janela. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem saiu da Tabacaria (metendo troco na algibeira das calças?). &lt;br /&gt;Ah, conheço-o: é o Esteves sem metafísica. &lt;br /&gt;(O dono da Tabacaria chegou à porta.) &lt;br /&gt;Como por um instinto divino o Esteves voltou-se e viu-me. &lt;br /&gt;Acenou-me adeus gritei-lhe Adeus ó Esteves!, e o universo &lt;br /&gt;Reconstruiu-se-me sem ideal nem esperança, e o dono da Tabacaria sorriu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Álvaro de Campos&lt;/i&gt;, in &lt;i&gt;"Poemas"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Heterónimo de Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-833385692749837922?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/833385692749837922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-2717346328838906052</id><published>2011-02-25T13:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-25T13:08:15.102Z</updated><title type='text'>Shpongle - Divine Moments Of Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8qt2WbfotkU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-2717346328838906052?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/2717346328838906052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-769942403353970433</id><published>2011-02-20T09:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-20T09:15:00.167Z</updated><title type='text'>os teus olhos</title><content type='html'>e se a minha visão fossem os teus olhos?&lt;br /&gt;a escuridão submergir-me, nada mais que noite&lt;br /&gt;se assim fosse, como me descrevias o pôr-do-Sol?&lt;br /&gt;que palavras usarias?&lt;br /&gt;pergunto-me, como será a Lua cheia nos teus lábios...&lt;br /&gt;não a digas&lt;br /&gt;deixa-a brilhar na tua noite, alto no céu&lt;br /&gt;saberei a sua beleza quando me beijares&lt;br /&gt;saberei a que sabe o luar nos teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;nesse momento a minha noite ilumina-se&lt;br /&gt;e em cada beijo uma estrela no meu céu&lt;br /&gt;e a minha noite será a tua&lt;br /&gt;e o nascer do Sol será nosso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-769942403353970433?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/769942403353970433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=769942403353970433' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/769942403353970433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/769942403353970433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/02/os-teus-olhos.html' title='os teus olhos'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-5050321019817852162</id><published>2011-02-14T23:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:18:18.102Z</updated><title type='text'>O Tempo Passa? Não Passa</title><content type='html'>O tempo passa? Não passa &lt;br /&gt;no abismo do coração. &lt;br /&gt;Lá dentro, perdura a graça &lt;br /&gt;do amor, florindo em canção. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo nos aproxima &lt;br /&gt;cada vez mais, nos reduz &lt;br /&gt;a um só verso e uma rima &lt;br /&gt;de mãos e olhos, na luz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há tempo consumido &lt;br /&gt;nem tempo a economizar. &lt;br /&gt;O tempo é todo vestido &lt;br /&gt;de amor e tempo de amar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu tempo e o teu, amada, &lt;br /&gt;transcendem qualquer medida. &lt;br /&gt;Além do amor, não há nada, &lt;br /&gt;amar é o sumo da vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São mitos de calendário &lt;br /&gt;tanto o ontem como o agora, &lt;br /&gt;e o teu aniversário &lt;br /&gt;é um nascer toda a hora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nosso amor, que brotou &lt;br /&gt;do tempo, não tem idade, &lt;br /&gt;pois só quem ama &lt;br /&gt;escutou o apelo da eternidade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade, in 'Amar se Aprende Amando'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-5050321019817852162?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/5050321019817852162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=5050321019817852162' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5050321019817852162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5050321019817852162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-tempo-passa-nao-passa.html' title='O Tempo Passa? Não Passa'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-522508369297810680</id><published>2011-02-10T23:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:31:29.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Para Ti</title><content type='html'>Foi para ti &lt;br /&gt;que desfolhei a chuva &lt;br /&gt;para ti soltei o perfume da terra &lt;br /&gt;toquei no nada &lt;br /&gt;e para ti foi tudo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti criei todas as palavras &lt;br /&gt;e todas me faltaram &lt;br /&gt;no minuto em que talhei &lt;br /&gt;o sabor do sempre &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti dei voz &lt;br /&gt;às minhas mãos &lt;br /&gt;abri os gomos do tempo &lt;br /&gt;assaltei o mundo &lt;br /&gt;e pensei que tudo estava em nós &lt;br /&gt;nesse doce engano &lt;br /&gt;de tudo sermos donos &lt;br /&gt;sem nada termos &lt;br /&gt;simplesmente porque era de noite &lt;br /&gt;e não dormíamos &lt;br /&gt;eu descia em teu peito &lt;br /&gt;para me procurar &lt;br /&gt;e antes que a escuridão &lt;br /&gt;nos cingisse a cintura &lt;br /&gt;ficávamos nos olhos &lt;br /&gt;vivendo de um só &lt;br /&gt;amando de uma só vida &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mia Couto, in "Raiz de Orvalho e Outros Poemas"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-522508369297810680?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/522508369297810680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-3034679949513986762</id><published>2011-02-10T12:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-10T12:39:46.523Z</updated><title type='text'>Throw your arms around me (Eddie Vedder &amp; Mark Seymour)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vkRNz0tR7tc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will come for you at nighttime&lt;br /&gt;I will raise you from your sleep&lt;br /&gt;I will kiss you in four places&lt;br /&gt;As I go running along your street&lt;br /&gt;I will squeeze the life out of you&lt;br /&gt;You will make me laugh and make me cry&lt;br /&gt;And we will never forget it&lt;br /&gt;You will make me call your name&lt;br /&gt;And I'll shout it to the blue summer sky&lt;br /&gt;And we may never meet again&lt;br /&gt;So she'd your skin and let's get started&lt;br /&gt;And you will throw your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you will throw your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of you at nighttime&lt;br /&gt;And I watched you in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;I met you in high places&lt;br /&gt;I touched your head and touched your feet&lt;br /&gt;So if you disappear out of view&lt;br /&gt;You know I will never say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And though I try to forget it&lt;br /&gt;You will make me call your name&lt;br /&gt;And I'll shout it to the blue summer sky...&lt;br /&gt;And we may never meet again...&lt;br /&gt;So she'd your skin and let's get started&lt;br /&gt;And you will throw your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you will throw your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;Oh...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;You will throw your arms around me...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you will throw your arms around me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vkRNz0tR7tc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-3327864116827083928</id><published>2011-02-09T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:02:16.021Z</updated><title type='text'>glowing inside</title><content type='html'>Let it shine&lt;br /&gt;let love be&lt;br /&gt;the guiding star&lt;br /&gt;carrying you to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be&lt;br /&gt;let love shine&lt;br /&gt;inside of you&lt;br /&gt;inside of me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-8388326170577667650</id><published>2011-01-18T23:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:46:38.919Z</updated><title type='text'>Bésame Mucho</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6Pj5Z48G0zs?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bésame, bésame mucho,&lt;br /&gt;Como si fuera esta noche la última vez.&lt;br /&gt;Bésame, bésame mucho,&lt;br /&gt;Que tengo miedo a tenerte y perderte después.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero tenerte muy cerca,&lt;br /&gt;Mirarme en tus ojos, verte junto a mí.&lt;br /&gt;Piensa que tal vez mañana&lt;br /&gt;Yo ya estaré lejos, muy lejos de tí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bésame, bésame mucho,&lt;br /&gt;Como si fuera esta noche la última vez.&lt;br /&gt;Bésame, bésame mucho,&lt;br /&gt;Que tengo miedo a tenerte y perderte después.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-9104218560340188463</id><published>2011-01-15T13:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-15T13:32:56.950Z</updated><title type='text'>Pursuit Of Happiness (Megaforce Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3Z_Ys3BO_4M?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VERSE 1:]&lt;br /&gt;Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit&lt;br /&gt;Feelin’ lit feelin’ light, 2 am summer night.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, hand on the wheel, drivin drunk, I'm doin’ my thing&lt;br /&gt;Rollin the Midwest side and out livin’ my life getting’ out dreams&lt;br /&gt;People told me slow my roll I'm screaming out fuck that&lt;br /&gt;Imma do just what I want lookin’ ahead no turnin’ back&lt;br /&gt;if I fall if I die know I lived it to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;if I fall if I die know I lived and missed some bullets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VERSE 2:]&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you know about dreamin’ dreamin’&lt;br /&gt;you don't really know about nothin’ nothin’&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you know about them night terrors every night&lt;br /&gt;5 am, cold sweats wakin’ up to the skies&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you know about dreams, dreams&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you know about night terrors, nothin’&lt;br /&gt;you don't really care about the trials of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;rather lay awake in a bed full of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shines ain't always gonna be gold&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good&lt;br /&gt;[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Guitar Solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the pursuit of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I know everything that shines ain't always gold&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the pursuit of happiness&lt;br /&gt;And I know everything that shines ain't always gonna be gold, hey&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine once I get it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'll be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pursuit of happiness, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I don’t get it, I’ll be good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-9104218560340188463?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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always meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- by E. 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Cummings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-6091430536476825429?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/6091430536476825429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=6091430536476825429' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/6091430536476825429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/6091430536476825429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-carry-your-heart-with-me.html' title='i carry your heart with me'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-3147841097836651576</id><published>2011-01-11T08:12:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T08:12:00.557Z</updated><title type='text'>temperatura</title><content type='html'>sobe quando entras na sala&lt;br /&gt;dispara se me tocam os teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;marca a minha pele, queima-me&lt;br /&gt;faz-me delirar, suar...&lt;br /&gt;és assim, dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;e és chama ardente e Sol,&lt;br /&gt;vela a dançar numa leve brisa&lt;br /&gt;e és assim, em mim&lt;br /&gt;luz nos meus sonhos de ti&lt;br /&gt;a candeia à janela&lt;br /&gt;para que saiba que me esperas&lt;br /&gt;no leito que é nosso&lt;br /&gt;e nas saudades que nos inundam&lt;br /&gt;terminaremos a distância que nos foi&lt;br /&gt;num beijo que nos pertence&lt;br /&gt;num abraço há tanto desejado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-3147841097836651576?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/3147841097836651576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=3147841097836651576' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/3147841097836651576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/3147841097836651576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/01/temperatura.html' title='temperatura'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-7473676236602068126</id><published>2011-01-07T20:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:32:24.998Z</updated><title type='text'>pequenos nadas</title><content type='html'>como diz a música... porque a vida é feita de pequenos nadas...&lt;br /&gt;o amor também, pequenos nadas... (como um simples telefonema que nos faz sorrir só de saber quem está do outro lado) que juntos somam uma vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-7473676236602068126?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/7473676236602068126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=7473676236602068126' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/7473676236602068126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/7473676236602068126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2011/01/pequenos-nadas.html' title='pequenos nadas'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-4239556159563700187</id><published>2010-11-27T19:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-27T19:30:57.081Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMIf2dE1zLI/TPFcSI8Ds6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/MwJ1PE-rfSc/s1600/one+day.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMIf2dE1zLI/TPFcSI8Ds6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/MwJ1PE-rfSc/s1600/one+day.jpeg" /&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/3079181862589756222-4239556159563700187?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/4239556159563700187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=4239556159563700187' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/4239556159563700187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/4239556159563700187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TMIf2dE1zLI/TPFcSI8Ds6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/MwJ1PE-rfSc/s72-c/one+day.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-8525042524037579324</id><published>2010-11-23T18:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-23T19:02:07.223Z</updated><title type='text'>Handsome Boy Modeling School - Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T4kadmdU6oc?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everybody used to think of him as..&lt;br /&gt;well more like a bum, sort of, a musical bum..&lt;br /&gt;than anything else"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[singing]&lt;br /&gt;Your love, is my sanity&lt;br /&gt;Your love, brings me sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I like what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;I like what you give to me&lt;br /&gt;I wander through this world&lt;br /&gt;Needing you so much&lt;br /&gt;I wander through this world&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[both]&lt;br /&gt;If I could see you again..&lt;br /&gt;If I could just see you again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your heartache&lt;br /&gt;Life is nothing but a shadow&lt;br /&gt;("Ooooh-weeee man!")&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your worries&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the bad times&lt;br /&gt;Life is nothing but a shadow..&lt;br /&gt;("Ooooh-weeee man!") ..without your sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Father Guido Sarducci]&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's been wondering where you been&lt;br /&gt;and, now that we know what happened&lt;br /&gt;We're all wondering where you are&lt;br /&gt;And even though we feel bad we won't be seein you around anymore&lt;br /&gt;We want you to know we feel better, we won't have to worry anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[singing]&lt;br /&gt;There's a new star, in the night sky&lt;br /&gt;Could it be you, making me so high&lt;br /&gt;Shine on, shine on, shine on, shine on&lt;br /&gt;Shine on and on and on and on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[both]&lt;br /&gt;If I could see you again..&lt;br /&gt;If I could just see you again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your heartache&lt;br /&gt;Life is nothing but a shadow&lt;br /&gt;("Ooooh-weeee man!")&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your worries&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the bad times&lt;br /&gt;Life is nothing but a shadow..&lt;br /&gt;("Ooooh-weeee man!") ..without your sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Father Guido Sarducci]&lt;br /&gt;We know your only worry now is,&lt;br /&gt;you worrying about us worrying about you&lt;br /&gt;And even though we stopped worrying,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't we're not still sad&lt;br /&gt;And we're happy to let you know that, we always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sean Lennon]&lt;br /&gt;I used to think time, was on my side&lt;br /&gt;I used to think the world, could be so kind&lt;br /&gt;That was another day..&lt;br /&gt;That was another time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[both]&lt;br /&gt;If I could see you again..&lt;br /&gt;If I could just see you again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your heartache&lt;br /&gt;Life is nothing but a shadow&lt;br /&gt;("Ooooh-weeee man!")&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your worries&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the bad times&lt;br /&gt;Life is nothing but a shadow..&lt;br /&gt;("Ooooh-weeee man!") ..without your sunshine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-8525042524037579324?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/8525042524037579324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=8525042524037579324' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/8525042524037579324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/8525042524037579324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/11/handsome-boy-modeling-school-sunshine.html' title='Handsome Boy Modeling School - Sunshine'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/T4kadmdU6oc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-5469973542586963988</id><published>2010-11-22T22:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:35:24.168Z</updated><title type='text'>Massive Attack - Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hbe3CQamF8k?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my angel&lt;br /&gt;Come from way above&lt;br /&gt;To bring me love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She's on the dark side&lt;br /&gt;Neutralize&lt;br /&gt;Every man in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love you, love you, love you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my angel&lt;br /&gt;Come from way above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love you, love you, love you ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-5469973542586963988?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/5469973542586963988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=5469973542586963988' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5469973542586963988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5469973542586963988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/11/massive-attack-angel.html' title='Massive Attack - Angel'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hbe3CQamF8k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-7600286697227479336</id><published>2010-11-11T10:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:44:11.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Aloe Blacc - I Need A Dollar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iR6oYX1D-0w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iR6oYX1D-0w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-7600286697227479336?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/7600286697227479336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=7600286697227479336' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/7600286697227479336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/7600286697227479336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/11/aloe-blacc-i-need-dollar.html' title='Aloe Blacc - I Need A Dollar'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-1400494127997681269</id><published>2010-10-30T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:24:00.259+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The world is so full of a number of Things I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-1400494127997681269?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/1400494127997681269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=1400494127997681269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/1400494127997681269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/1400494127997681269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/10/world-is-so-full-of-number-of-things-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-5311948992134991446</id><published>2010-10-21T00:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:10:42.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pete Drake - Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/0dTFajHVyHo/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0dTFajHVyHo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0dTFajHVyHo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me (hold me)&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me (kiss me)&lt;br /&gt;Whisper (whisper)&lt;br /&gt;Sweetly (sweetly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you'll (that you'll)&lt;br /&gt;Love me (love me)&lt;br /&gt;Forever (forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-5311948992134991446?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/5311948992134991446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=5311948992134991446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5311948992134991446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5311948992134991446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/10/pete-drake-forever.html' title='Pete Drake - Forever'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-1853500780930850447</id><published>2010-10-21T00:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:05:59.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nina Simone - Feeling Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/h8tuTSi6Sck/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h8tuTSi6Sck?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h8tuTSi6Sck?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds flying high you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Sun in the sky you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Reeds driftin on by you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(refrain:)&lt;br /&gt;Its a new dawn&lt;br /&gt;Its a new day&lt;br /&gt;Its a new life&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;And Im feeling good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish in the sea you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;River running free you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Blossom in the tree you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(refrain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, dont you know&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies all havin fun you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in peace when day is done&lt;br /&gt;Thats what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this old world is a new world&lt;br /&gt;And a bold world&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars when you shine you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Scent of the pine you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Oh freedom is mine&lt;br /&gt;And I know how I feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-1853500780930850447?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/1853500780930850447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=1853500780930850447' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/1853500780930850447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/1853500780930850447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/10/nina-simone-feeling-good.html' title='Nina Simone - Feeling Good'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-6473554775810683807</id><published>2010-10-16T13:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T13:05:00.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i carry you in my heart</title><content type='html'>here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud, and the sky of the sky of the tree called life, which grows higher than the soul can hope or wind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.e. cummings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-6473554775810683807?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/6473554775810683807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=6473554775810683807' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/6473554775810683807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/6473554775810683807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-carry-you-in-my-heart.html' title='i carry you in my heart'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-7895543201605121572</id><published>2010-10-03T17:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T17:35:36.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Seeds - Cool Me Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="444" style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/ZytEicHf6p4/hqdefault.jpg);" width="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZytEicHf6p4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZytEicHf6p4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="525" height="444" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the hillside to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Let your love wash over me&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Over river- mountain- skies&lt;br /&gt;Watch it drift on through the skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tide rolls out- tide rolls in&lt;br /&gt;Let your love inside begin to grow&lt;br /&gt;Let it bloom&lt;br /&gt;Into something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool me&lt;br /&gt;Cool me&lt;br /&gt;Cool me down&lt;br /&gt;Cool me down&lt;br /&gt;Cool me down&lt;br /&gt;x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your love wash over...wash over me&lt;br /&gt;Let your love wash over me&lt;br /&gt;Wash over me girl&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel your seasons changing me&lt;br /&gt;Winter fires- autumn breeze&lt;br /&gt;A sweet song rises- watch it breathe&lt;br /&gt;Your shining light for all to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tide rolls out- tide rolls in&lt;br /&gt;Let your love inside begin to grow&lt;br /&gt;Let it bloom&lt;br /&gt;Into something beautiful (yeah yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool me&lt;br /&gt;Cool me&lt;br /&gt;Cool me down&lt;br /&gt;Cool me down&lt;br /&gt;Cool me down&lt;br /&gt;x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool me&lt;br /&gt;Cool me&lt;br /&gt;Cool me down&lt;br /&gt;Cool me down&lt;br /&gt;Cool me down&lt;br /&gt;x4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-7895543201605121572?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/7895543201605121572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=7895543201605121572' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/7895543201605121572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/7895543201605121572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/10/black-seeds-cool-me-down.html' title='The Black Seeds - Cool Me Down'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-3175162519651661000</id><published>2010-10-01T12:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:17:53.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seu Jorge and Almaz - Everybody Loves the Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/BjGcGw2Bqrc/hqdefault.jpg);" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BjGcGw2Bqrc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BjGcGw2Bqrc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="580" height="395" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-3175162519651661000?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/3175162519651661000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=3175162519651661000' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/3175162519651661000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/3175162519651661000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/10/seu-jorge-and-almaz-everybody-loves.html' title='Seu Jorge and Almaz - Everybody Loves the Sunshine'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-5965070033338696759</id><published>2010-09-25T19:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T19:07:29.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>demon - you are my high</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/eVsQtWhDQx4/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="625" height="544"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVsQtWhDQx4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVsQtWhDQx4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" width="625" height="544" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-5965070033338696759?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/5965070033338696759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=5965070033338696759' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5965070033338696759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5965070033338696759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/09/demon-you-are-my-high.html' title='demon - you are my high'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-5496695416158737905</id><published>2010-09-16T22:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:58:37.634+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The buffalo theory</title><content type='html'>"Well you see, Norm, it's like this.. A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Now, as we know, excessive intake of alcohol kills brains cells. But naturally it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. And that, Norm, is why you always feel smarter after a few beers."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-5496695416158737905?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/5496695416158737905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=5496695416158737905' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5496695416158737905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5496695416158737905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/09/buffalo-theory.html' title='The buffalo theory'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-5590174604342722215</id><published>2010-09-11T23:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:19:59.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LCD Soundsystem - Someone Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x30nds_lcd-soundsystem-someone-great_music?additionalInfos=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x30nds_lcd-soundsystem-someone-great_music?additionalInfos=0" width="480" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-5590174604342722215?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/5590174604342722215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=5590174604342722215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5590174604342722215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5590174604342722215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/09/lcd-soundsystem-someone-great.html' title='LCD Soundsystem - Someone Great'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-8858325917335093589</id><published>2010-09-08T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T19:44:22.208+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy</title><content type='html'>The world is meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;There is no God or gods, there are no morals, the universe is not moving inexorably towards any higher purpose.&lt;br /&gt;All meaning is man-made, so make your own and make it well.&lt;br /&gt;Do not treat life as a way to pass the time until you die. Do not try to "find yourself", you must make yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Choose what you want to find meaningful and live, create, hate, cry, destroy, fight and die for it.&lt;br /&gt;Do not let your life and your values and your actions slip easily into any mold, other than that which you create for yourself, and say with conviction, "This is who I make myself."&lt;br /&gt;Do not give in to hope. Remember that nothing you do has any significance beyond that which  imbue it. Whatever you do, do it for its own sake. When the universe looks on with indifference, laugh, and shout back, "Fuck You!". Remember that to fight meaninglessness is futile, but fight anyway, in spite of and because of its futility.&lt;br /&gt;The world may be empty of meaning but it is a blank canvas on which to paint meanings of your own.&lt;br /&gt;Live deliberately. You are free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-8858325917335093589?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/8858325917335093589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=8858325917335093589' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/8858325917335093589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/8858325917335093589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/09/philosophy.html' title='Philosophy'/><author><name>Nelson 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-6536128654810265840</id><published>2010-08-29T00:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:20:35.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>localização</title><content type='html'>procuro saber de ti, junto ao mar (onde cai a tua sombra?)&lt;br /&gt;apercebo-me da noite, (onde cai a tua luz?)&lt;br /&gt;ilumina o meu caminho, leva-me até onde estás&lt;br /&gt;perto ou longe, chegarei a tempo de te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do tempo que não me tiveres, que a saudade seja maior&lt;br /&gt;procura-me no pensamento, lá estaremos de mão dada&lt;br /&gt;caminhando, percorrendo sonhos comuns&lt;br /&gt;chegaremos ao fim, ao nosso destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procuro saber de ti...&lt;br /&gt;estás comigo, estou contigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-6536128654810265840?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/6536128654810265840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=6536128654810265840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/6536128654810265840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/6536128654810265840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/08/localizacao.html' title='localização'/><author><name>Nelson 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-3018307757876614699?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/3018307757876614699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=3018307757876614699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/3018307757876614699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/3018307757876614699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/08/gosto-da-chuva.html' title=''/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-7450461271502006873</id><published>2010-08-21T16:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:17:22.688+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best,” and then he had to stop and think.  Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called. — A. Milne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-7450461271502006873?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/7450461271502006873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=7450461271502006873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/7450461271502006873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/7450461271502006873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/08/well-said-pooh-what-i-like-best-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nelson 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href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/08/bob-marley-wake-up-and-live-in-santa.html' title='Bob Marley - Wake up and live in Santa Barbara 1979'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-3287917746710355145</id><published>2010-08-21T09:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T09:55:37.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'>acordar</title><content type='html'>Tu és...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o primeiro raio de Sol&lt;br /&gt;calor na pele, energia&lt;br /&gt;o acordar de um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e perco-me em ti&lt;br /&gt;no teu olhar, sorrio&lt;br /&gt;da tua boca, bebo beijos&lt;br /&gt;nas tuas mãos, me entrego&lt;br /&gt;no teu corpo, loucos desejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será ainda um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;se for, não me deixes cair&lt;br /&gt;fico nos teus braços esta noite&lt;br /&gt;deixa-me sonhar&lt;br /&gt;o acordar de um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;onde tu és...&lt;br /&gt;o primeiro raio de Sol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-3287917746710355145?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/3287917746710355145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=3287917746710355145' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/3287917746710355145'/><link rel='self' 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nossas&lt;br /&gt;serão memórias partilhadas&lt;br /&gt;vividas, sentidas&lt;br /&gt;serão gotas de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;num mar de alegria&lt;br /&gt;num oceano de amor,&lt;br /&gt;navegamos juntos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-3300322817555216524?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/3300322817555216524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=3300322817555216524' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/3300322817555216524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;apreciam&lt;br /&gt;em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;os sorrisos,&lt;br /&gt;brilho de estrelas nos olhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-5011054125062396643?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/5011054125062396643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=5011054125062396643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5011054125062396643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5011054125062396643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-2274172660727279211</id><published>2010-06-26T02:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T02:37:37.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_I6y5-GuLPM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_I6y5-GuLPM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Para ir a algum sítio usamos as pernas, os pés. Para usar alguma coisa usamos as mãos, os braços.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Para absorver conhecimento usamos os olhos, dedos, ouvidos, os sentidos, o cérebro para decifrar os sinais recebidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E se quisermos dar? Ou ir mais longe do que as nossas pernas aguentam, do que os nossos braços alcançam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nessas alturas há outro músculo, incansável, só vai parar com o último suspiro. Mesmo assim, é com esse músculo, com um esforço extra que só com o tempo aprendemos de onde vem, que conseguimos ultrapassar um obstáculo maior, que aquela palavra consegue finalmente ser falada. É nesse momento que o mundo fica pequeno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E se o músculo estiver cansado? É apenas um engano nosso. Não se cansa, não pára, não dorme.&lt;br /&gt;Depende de nós usá-lo, treiná-lo, torná-lo forte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3079181862589756222-2274172660727279211?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/2274172660727279211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=2274172660727279211' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/2274172660727279211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/2274172660727279211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/06/frantic-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick.html' title='Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-5745308693557100724</id><published>2010-05-05T23:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:46:08.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>palavras falhadas</title><content type='html'>por vezes falham as palavras, as acções. muitas vezes não se arrisca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perdem-se os sonhos, as vontades, a loucura torna-se sã. normalidade. banalidade.&lt;br /&gt;por vezes falha a vida, viver. muitas vezes não se vive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-5745308693557100724?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/5745308693557100724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=5745308693557100724' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5745308693557100724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/5745308693557100724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/05/palavras-falhadas.html' title='palavras falhadas'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-7027433777069351945</id><published>2010-03-28T10:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T10:16:51.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll never know</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Happy turtle" src="http://bitsofwisdom.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/imageshappy-turtle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-7027433777069351945?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/7027433777069351945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=7027433777069351945' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/7027433777069351945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/7027433777069351945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/03/youll-never-know.html' title='You&apos;ll never know'/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-1943919141377372269</id><published>2010-03-13T21:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:54:27.446Z</updated><title type='text'>Daniel Zott - Living A Lie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZS3dfWEQgPY&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZS3dfWEQgPY&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i wake up with the morning light i can always breathe &lt;br /&gt;somehow that never has meant much to me &lt;br /&gt;and i can't say i am thankful for the things i have &lt;br /&gt;i'm a hell of a guy &lt;br /&gt;living a hell of a lie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i gave it all way i'd expect something back &lt;br /&gt;i'm never sure that i could tell you where my heart is at &lt;br /&gt;cause every good thing i do is a selfish act &lt;br /&gt;and i'm a hell of a guy &lt;br /&gt;living a hell of a lie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i don't understand where you come in &lt;br /&gt;showing a son of dirt how to be a man &lt;br /&gt;i tried to refuse your name, still you love the same &lt;br /&gt;singing hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;singing hallelujah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-1943919141377372269?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-3014096016424126620</id><published>2010-02-16T18:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:15:36.458Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what happens when an angel forgets how to fly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-3014096016424126620?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/3014096016424126620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=3014096016424126620' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/3014096016424126620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/3014096016424126620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-happens-when-angel-forgets-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nelson Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/109596595414442586462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dPdmjI64KA4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MdeQ1W5WgTY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3079181862589756222.post-3161278258082272313</id><published>2010-02-02T20:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:24:42.545Z</updated><title type='text'>The Streets - Stay Positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HKIA30mny9U&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HKIA30mny9U&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos this world swallows souls&lt;br /&gt;And when the blues unfold&lt;br /&gt;It gets cold -- solids -- burns holes&lt;br /&gt;You're going mad&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you always were&lt;br /&gt;But when things was good you just didn't care&lt;br /&gt;This is called irony&lt;br /&gt;When you most need to get up you got no energy&lt;br /&gt;Time and time shit'll happen&lt;br /&gt;The dark shit's unwrapping&lt;br /&gt;But no-one's listening your mates are laughing&lt;br /&gt;Your brethren's fucking and then you start hating&lt;br /&gt;Your stomach starts churning and you mind starts turning.&lt;br /&gt;So smoke another draw&lt;br /&gt;It won't matter no more but the next day still feels sore&lt;br /&gt;Rain taps on your window&lt;br /&gt;Always did tho but you didn't hear it when things were so-so&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now&lt;br /&gt;Your little zone you were born alone and believe me you'll die alone&lt;br /&gt;Weed becomes a chore&lt;br /&gt;You want the buzz back so you follow the others onto smack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try and stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just try and stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just try and stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just try and stay positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels nice and still&lt;br /&gt;Good thing about brown is it always will&lt;br /&gt;It's easy, no-one blames you&lt;br /&gt;It's that world out there that's fucked you&lt;br /&gt;You're no less of a person and if God exists&lt;br /&gt;He still loves you&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that - the more you sink the further back from that brink&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've lifetime scars and you think tattoos might be more fitting&lt;br /&gt;But who's picking?&lt;br /&gt;Searching for yourself you find demons&lt;br /&gt;Try and be a freeman and grasp that talisman&lt;br /&gt;Cos your the same as I am&lt;br /&gt;We all need our fellow man&lt;br /&gt;We all need our samaritan.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm better looking than you tho&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've got more dough - but am I happier... no.&lt;br /&gt;Get the love of a good girl and your world will be much richer than my world&lt;br /&gt;And your happyness will uncurl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try and stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just try and stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just try and stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just try and stay positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop dreaming&lt;br /&gt;People who say that are blaspheming&lt;br /&gt;They're doing nine to five and moaning&lt;br /&gt;And they don't want you succeeding when theyve blown it&lt;br /&gt;And you idols - who are they?&lt;br /&gt;They too dreamt about their day&lt;br /&gt;Positive steps will see your goals.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's dollars or control, feel the gold.&lt;br /&gt;I aint helping you climb the ladder&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy climbing mine.&lt;br /&gt;That's how it's been since the dawn of time&lt;br /&gt;If you reach a cul-de-sac&lt;br /&gt;The world turns it's back&lt;br /&gt;This is you zone, it's like blackjack&lt;br /&gt;He might get the ace or the top one&lt;br /&gt;So organise your two's and three's into a run then you'll have fucked him some&lt;br /&gt;And for that you'll be the better one&lt;br /&gt;One last thing before you go though&lt;br /&gt;When you feel better tommorow you'll be a hero&lt;br /&gt;But never forget today. you could be back here&lt;br /&gt;Things can stray&lt;br /&gt;What if you see me in that window?&lt;br /&gt;You won't help me I know.&lt;br /&gt;That's cool, just keep walking where you go.&lt;br /&gt;Carry on through the estate, stare at the geezers so they know you aint lightweight&lt;br /&gt;And go see your mates&lt;br /&gt;And when they don't look happy&lt;br /&gt;Play them this tape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try and stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just try and stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just try and stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just try and stay positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand me&lt;br /&gt;Just try and stay positive&lt;br /&gt;I aint no preaching fucker and I aint no do-goody-goody either&lt;br /&gt;This is about when shit goes pear-shaped&lt;br /&gt;And if you aren't or ever have been at rock bottom then good luck to you in the big wide world&lt;br /&gt;But remember that one day shit might just start crumbling&lt;br /&gt;Your bird might fuck off or you might loose your job&lt;br /&gt;It's when that happens that what I'm talking about will feel much more important to you&lt;br /&gt;So if you aint feeling it, just be thankfull that things are cool in your world&lt;br /&gt;Respect to BC&lt;br /&gt;Positivity&lt;br /&gt;Positivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try and stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just try and stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just try and stay positive&lt;br /&gt;Just try and stay positive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3079181862589756222-3161278258082272313?l=aguasturvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasturvas.blogspot.com/feeds/3161278258082272313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3079181862589756222&amp;postID=3161278258082272313' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3079181862589756222/posts/default/3161278258082272313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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