<?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-27891907</id><updated>2011-09-16T00:15:40.332+01:00</updated><category term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Cold Reflections</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-604539235402475596</id><published>2007-07-12T21:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:42:13.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lady Peace - Somewhere Out There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/JUydbxt6oZs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/JUydbxt6oZs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Para mim, uma das melhores musicas de sempre, e uma das melhores bandas actuais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I talked to you&lt;br /&gt;You were lonely and out of place&lt;br /&gt;You were looking down on me&lt;br /&gt;Lost out in space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Strung out and feeling great&lt;br /&gt;Watch the red orange glow&lt;br /&gt;Watch it float away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down here in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;Garbage and city lights&lt;br /&gt;Gonna save you’re tired soul&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna save our lives&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the radio to&lt;br /&gt;Find you in satellite&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for the sky to fall&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all we are&lt;br /&gt;Is all so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re falling back to me&lt;br /&gt;The star that I can see&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re out there somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;You’re falling out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re out there&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you remember me&lt;br /&gt;When you’re homesick and need a change&lt;br /&gt;I miss you’re purple hair&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you taste&lt;br /&gt;I know you’ll come back some day&lt;br /&gt;On a bed of nails I wait&lt;br /&gt;I’m praying that you don’t burn out&lt;br /&gt;Or fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all we are&lt;br /&gt;Is all so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re falling back to me&lt;br /&gt;The star that I can see&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re out there somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;You’re falling out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re out there&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re falling back to me&lt;br /&gt;The star that I can see&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re falling out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re out there&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re falling back to me&lt;br /&gt;The star that I can see&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re out there somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;You’re falling out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re out there&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re falling back to me&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re falling out of reach&lt;br /&gt;I know&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/27891907-604539235402475596?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/604539235402475596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=604539235402475596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/604539235402475596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/604539235402475596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/07/our-lady-peace-somewhere-out-there.html' title='Our Lady Peace - Somewhere Out There'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-6914892711784095908</id><published>2007-06-13T18:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T18:30:54.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque caímos? Para aprendermos a levantar-nos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acho que houve um momento em que finalmente me atingiu, como um relâmpago de informação directamente no meu cérebro, mais do que conseguia assimilar numa hora, num dia… num mês. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ruíram pensamentos, desejos, planos e projectos, desintegraram-se sonhos e esperanças… mas apesar de tudo, não houve lágrimas, desespero ou desilusão, simplesmente sorrisos, felizes, sinceros, maravilhosos, carícias suaves por tudo o que nunca será destruído.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para trás ficam memórias tão felizes que nada as irá superar, ficam momentos únicos, perfeitos, como só duas pessoas sabem, ficam risos, sorrisos e gargalhadas, fica felicidade, fica amor, fica cumplicidade, ficam sentimentos que nunca irão desaparecer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ficam segredos e confissões, ficam choros e algumas desilusões, que apesar de não terem sido directas, foram através de aqueles que eram queridos e já não estão, fica todo um mundo de perfeição maior do que pode ser imaginada. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Talvez as coisas estivessem melhores doutra forma, talvez não, talvez se algo tivesse sido diferente, tudo fosse agora diferente. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas a verdade é que não há arrependimento, não há decepção, há amizade, união, amor e cumplicidade, ainda há conversas, segredos e uma ou outra confissão. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acima de tudo há alguém que fez com que tudo seja agora melhor do que o era até então, e para essa única pessoa, que fez tanto sem saber e sem nada pedir, Obrigado meu amor, ainda és tudo para mim!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vendo bem, na vida tudo acaba por fazer um sentido, por mais retorcido e obscuro que ele possa parecer, e apesar de cairmos sempre, no final aprendemos a levantar-nos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-6914892711784095908?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6914892711784095908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=6914892711784095908&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/6914892711784095908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/6914892711784095908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/porque-camos-para-aprendermos-levantar.html' title=''/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-5634074422800531249</id><published>2007-05-26T20:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T20:59:06.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughters - John Mayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/f38Ne96R3iE' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/f38Ne96R3iE'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know a girl&lt;br /&gt;She puts the color inside of my world&lt;br /&gt;But she's just like a maze&lt;br /&gt;Where all of the walls all continually change&lt;br /&gt;And I've done all I can&lt;br /&gt;To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's got nothing to do with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So mothers, be good to your daughters too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you see that skin?&lt;br /&gt;It's the same she's been standing in&lt;br /&gt;Since the day she saw him walking away&lt;br /&gt;Now she's left&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning up the mess he made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So mothers, be good to your daughters too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys, you can break&lt;br /&gt;You'll find out how much they can take&lt;br /&gt;Boys will be strong&lt;br /&gt;And boys soldier on&lt;br /&gt;But boys would be gone without the warmth from&lt;br /&gt;A womans good, good heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of every man&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for every girl&lt;br /&gt;You are the god and the weight of her world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So mothers, be good to your daughters too [x3]&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/27891907-5634074422800531249?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5634074422800531249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=5634074422800531249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/5634074422800531249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/5634074422800531249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/05/daughters-john-mayer.html' title='Daughters - John Mayer'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-5665166369458735234</id><published>2007-05-26T20:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T20:51:36.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>John Mayer - Bigger Than My Body Live (Acoustic)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/0PQtbwS80A0' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/0PQtbwS80A0'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Continuo a espera que ele venha a Portugal, e nao quero saber quanto custariam os bilhetes...&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/27891907-5665166369458735234?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5665166369458735234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=5665166369458735234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/5665166369458735234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/5665166369458735234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/05/john-mayer-bigger-than-my-body-live.html' title='John Mayer - Bigger Than My Body Live (Acoustic)'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-896946209006842271</id><published>2007-05-26T20:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T20:47:45.821+01:00</updated><title type='text'>John Mayer - Man On The Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/yOdsRfln6QE' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/yOdsRfln6QE'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Six numbers&lt;br /&gt;One more to dial&lt;br /&gt;Before I'm before you&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call&lt;br /&gt;Been busy all night&lt;br /&gt;Gave up waiting at daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me mrs. busybody&lt;br /&gt;Could you pencil me in when you can?&lt;br /&gt;Though we both know&lt;br /&gt;That the worst part about it&lt;br /&gt;Is i would be free when you wanted me&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am the man on the side&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you'll make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who will swallow his pride&lt;br /&gt;Life as the man on the side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many&lt;br /&gt;But one of the few&lt;br /&gt;To stand back and wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me mrs. busybody&lt;br /&gt;Could you pencil me in when you can?&lt;br /&gt;Though we both know that the worst part about it&lt;br /&gt;Is I would be free when you wanted me&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted me&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am the man on the side&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you'll make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who will swallow his pride&lt;br /&gt;Life as the man on the side&lt;br /&gt;Life as the man on the side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with a dream that I built of you&lt;br /&gt;Playing the part of the queen&lt;br /&gt;Taking my own advice&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving up tonight&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to you and the king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me mrs. busybody&lt;br /&gt;Could you pencil me in?&lt;br /&gt;Though we both know that the worst part about it&lt;br /&gt;Is I would be free when you wanted me&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted me&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the man on the side&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you'll make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who will swallow his pride&lt;br /&gt;Life as the man&lt;br /&gt;You know life as the man&lt;br /&gt;Living life as the man on the side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos melhores de todos os tempos para mim.&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/27891907-896946209006842271?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/896946209006842271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=896946209006842271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/896946209006842271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/896946209006842271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/05/john-mayer-man-on-side.html' title='John Mayer - Man On The Side'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-2407507944585995576</id><published>2007-05-23T00:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:13:13.107+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon Webbe - My soul pleads for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/pCQqHW4JD_4' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/pCQqHW4JD_4'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeh yeh, oh oh, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place I've never been&lt;br /&gt;A place I long to be&lt;br /&gt;Will I reach? I just don't know&lt;br /&gt;Still I hope one day I'll go, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish just never seems to come, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I know for certain you're the one, yeah&lt;br /&gt;So close I get, still no cigar&lt;br /&gt;Carrying my wounded heart, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the river from running, I can't, I can't&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the rain from falling down on me, oh no no&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not what you want&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping in time you'll see how&lt;br /&gt;My soul pleads for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not every time you meet someone and&lt;br /&gt;You both just click in a minute&lt;br /&gt;Baby it's the eye contact, smile like that&lt;br /&gt;Click click and you're rolling&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop calling you, I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're making me break down all of my rules, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the river from running, (I can't stop the river from running)&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the rain from falling down on me, oh no no&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not what you want&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping in time you'll see how&lt;br /&gt;My soul pleads for you, (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can believe you've put a spell on me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's the way it seems, I can't keep you out my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Oh I get chills baby, when I can't talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm in pain and I hope you feel the way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the river from running, (I can't stop the river from running)&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the rain from falling down on me, oh no no&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not what you want&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping in time you'll see how&lt;br /&gt;My soul pleads for you, (yeah, yeah, yeah)&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/27891907-2407507944585995576?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2407507944585995576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=2407507944585995576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/2407507944585995576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/2407507944585995576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/05/simon-webbe-my-soul-pleads-for-you_23.html' title='Simon Webbe - My soul pleads for you'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-678526513765791129</id><published>2007-05-23T00:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:13:06.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon Webbe - My soul pleads for you (accoustic)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/_N3x64BN37s' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/_N3x64BN37s'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/27891907-678526513765791129?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/678526513765791129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=678526513765791129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/678526513765791129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/678526513765791129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/05/simon-webbe-my-soul-pleads-for-you.html' title='Simon Webbe - My soul pleads for you (accoustic)'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-2943309504301817558</id><published>2007-05-15T22:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T14:09:58.728+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Michael Bublé - Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/SPUJIbXN0WY' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/SPUJIbXN0WY'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/27891907-2943309504301817558?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2943309504301817558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=2943309504301817558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/2943309504301817558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/2943309504301817558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/05/michael-bubl-everything.html' title='Michael Bublé - Everything'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-1167566349083562458</id><published>2007-05-15T22:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:31:28.572+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Lifehouse - Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/S_2VzzNASMw' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/S_2VzzNASMw'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find me here&lt;br /&gt;and speak to me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you&lt;br /&gt;you are the light&lt;br /&gt;that's leading me&lt;br /&gt;to the place&lt;br /&gt;where I find peace again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the strength&lt;br /&gt;that keeps me walking&lt;br /&gt;you are the hope&lt;br /&gt;that keeps me trusting&lt;br /&gt;you are the life&lt;br /&gt;to my soul&lt;br /&gt;you are my purpose&lt;br /&gt;you're everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how can I&lt;br /&gt;stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;and not be moved by you&lt;br /&gt;would you tell me&lt;br /&gt;how could it be&lt;br /&gt;any better than this yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you calm the storms&lt;br /&gt;and you give me rest&lt;br /&gt;you hold me in your hands&lt;br /&gt;you won't let me fall&lt;br /&gt;you still my heart&lt;br /&gt;and you take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;would you take me in&lt;br /&gt;take me deeper now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how can I&lt;br /&gt;stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;and not be moved by you&lt;br /&gt;would you tell me&lt;br /&gt;how could it be&lt;br /&gt;any better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how can I&lt;br /&gt;stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;and not be moved by you&lt;br /&gt;would you tell me&lt;br /&gt;how could it be&lt;br /&gt;any better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you're all I want&lt;br /&gt;you're all I need&lt;br /&gt;you're everything&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're all I want&lt;br /&gt;you're all I need&lt;br /&gt;you're everything&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're all I want&lt;br /&gt;you're all I need&lt;br /&gt;you're everything&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're all I want&lt;br /&gt;you're all I need&lt;br /&gt;you're everything&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how can I&lt;br /&gt;stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;and not be moved by you&lt;br /&gt;would you tell me&lt;br /&gt;how could it be&lt;br /&gt;any better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how can I&lt;br /&gt;stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;and not be moved by you&lt;br /&gt;would you tell me&lt;br /&gt;how could it be&lt;br /&gt;any better than this&lt;br /&gt;would you tell me&lt;br /&gt;how could it be&lt;br /&gt;any better than this&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/27891907-1167566349083562458?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1167566349083562458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=1167566349083562458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/1167566349083562458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/1167566349083562458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/05/lifehouse-everything.html' title='Lifehouse - Everything'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-8283353330094560948</id><published>2007-05-15T21:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:31:28.572+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Lifehouse - You and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/FNw9GB1_I_c' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/FNw9GB1_I_c'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What day is it? And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up and I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all other people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping on words&lt;br /&gt;You've got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all other people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all other people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;and me and all other people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?&lt;br /&gt;And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&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/27891907-8283353330094560948?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8283353330094560948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=8283353330094560948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/8283353330094560948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/8283353330094560948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/05/lifehouse-you-and-me_15.html' title='Lifehouse - You and Me'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-3503701936023611687</id><published>2007-05-15T21:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:31:28.573+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Lifehouse - Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/r46MjQjV6Sg' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/r46MjQjV6Sg'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was young but I wasn't naive&lt;br /&gt;I watched helpless as he turned around to leave&lt;br /&gt;And still I have the pain I have to carry&lt;br /&gt;A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Only in hopes of dreaming&lt;br /&gt;That everything would be like it was before&lt;br /&gt;But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting&lt;br /&gt;They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this why&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever wanna leave it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could not believe it&lt;br /&gt;That my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you will ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&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/27891907-3503701936023611687?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3503701936023611687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=3503701936023611687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/3503701936023611687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/3503701936023611687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/05/lifehouse-blind_15.html' title='Lifehouse - Blind'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-7465890270276569026</id><published>2007-05-15T21:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:31:28.573+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Lifehouse- Hanging By A Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/slGG5GHal9w' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/slGG5GHal9w'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desperate for changing &lt;br /&gt;starving for truth&lt;br /&gt;closer to where I started &lt;br /&gt;chasing after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;letting go of all I've held onto&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgetting all I'm lacking&lt;br /&gt;completely incomplete&lt;br /&gt;I'll take your invitation&lt;br /&gt;you take all of me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;letting go of all I've held onto&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for the only thing I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm running and not quite sure where to go&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know what I'm diving into&lt;br /&gt;just hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else to lose&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else to find&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing in the world&lt;br /&gt;that could change my mind&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing else&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing else&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desperate for changing&lt;br /&gt;starving for truth&lt;br /&gt;closer to where I started&lt;br /&gt;chasing after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;letting go of all I've held onto&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for the only thing I know &lt;br /&gt;I'm running and not quite sure where to go&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know what I'm diving into&lt;br /&gt;just hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;just hanging by a moment&lt;br /&gt;hanging by a moment&lt;br /&gt;hanging by a moment&lt;br /&gt;hanging by a moment here with you&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/27891907-7465890270276569026?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7465890270276569026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=7465890270276569026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/7465890270276569026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/7465890270276569026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/05/lifehouse-hanging-by-moment.html' title='Lifehouse- Hanging By A Moment'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-4831610688902086670</id><published>2007-04-26T22:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:31:28.573+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Simon Webbe - Coming Around Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/9PVOSefh24U' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/9PVOSefh24U'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simplesmente Magnifica!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coming Around Again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been sitting in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;But the sunlight's creeping in&lt;br /&gt;Now the ice is slowly melting&lt;br /&gt;In my soul and in my skin&lt;br /&gt;All the good times my friend&lt;br /&gt;Are coming around again&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been thinking reminiscing&lt;br /&gt;Of better nights and better days&lt;br /&gt;Hiding in a refuge&lt;br /&gt;Of memories I've made&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling within&lt;br /&gt;It's coming around again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;(It's coming around again)&lt;br /&gt;We been so long waiting&lt;br /&gt;For the all time high&lt;br /&gt;We got a damn good reason&lt;br /&gt;To put your troubles aside&lt;br /&gt;And all your winter sorrows hang 'em out to dry&lt;br /&gt;Throw it away&lt;br /&gt;Gotta throw it away&lt;br /&gt;All the colorful days my friend&lt;br /&gt;Are coming around again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah Mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got someone waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since we met&lt;br /&gt;And I may not be your salvation but I'll offer nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;And if like me u wanna take that chance&lt;br /&gt;It's coming around again&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah Mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel a change of fortune&lt;br /&gt;No more riding on my love&lt;br /&gt;Feel the weight is off my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;As my feet become unstuck&lt;br /&gt;And all the good times on which we do depend&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's coming around again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&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/27891907-4831610688902086670?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4831610688902086670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=4831610688902086670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/4831610688902086670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/4831610688902086670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/04/simon-webbe-coming-around-again_26.html' title='Simon Webbe - Coming Around Again'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-9165491585250023340</id><published>2007-04-20T17:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T18:01:46.819+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando me sentei para escrever, não sabia muito bem como iria começar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Simplesmente, sentia vontade de o fazer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por isso começo este texto apenas por dizer que as coisas nem sempre correm como queremos, ainda que por vezes isso faça com que corram de uma forma melhor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Claro que isto nem sempre acontece, mas há sempre alturas em que apesar de as coisas acontecerem de uma forma totalmente diferente daquela que gostaríamos e queríamos que acontecessem, no final, acabamos por chegar a conclusão que o que aconteceu, aconteceu para que tudo ficasse ainda melhor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Temos alturas em que achamos que não vamos voltar a sorrir, a ter sucesso, a conseguir, só porque tudo correu diferente, porque não foi como queríamos, e no fim, as coisas voltam ao seu rumo natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Claro que há sempre uma parte que fica para trás, que pensa “como teriam sido as coisas se…”, mas vai existir sempre essa incerteza, e o melhor a fazer é mantê-la como uma recordação e pensar no presente, no futuro. Por muito que queiramos, essa pequena parte nunca vai desaparecer, mas depende de nós a importância que ela vai ter, depende de nós se a vamos recordar com pena, ou se não vai passar de uma simples memoria, sem arrependimento, algo que apenas não aconteceu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não houve um único motivo para este texto, mas sim vários, e no final deste texto, a única coisa que penso é que mais vale deixar o tempo avançar mais um pouco, porque quem sabe se as mudanças não serão para melhor…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-9165491585250023340?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/9165491585250023340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=9165491585250023340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/9165491585250023340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/9165491585250023340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-3527188849803051087</id><published>2007-03-19T19:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:45:49.805Z</updated><title type='text'>You could be happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You could be happy and I won't know&lt;br /&gt;But you weren't happy the day I watched you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that I wished I had not said&lt;br /&gt;Are played in loops 'till it's madness in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late to remind you how we were&lt;br /&gt;But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of what I remember makes me sure&lt;br /&gt;I should have stopped you from walking out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be happy, I hope you are&lt;br /&gt;You made me happier than I'd been by far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow everything I own smells of you&lt;br /&gt;And for the tiniest moment it's all not true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the things that you always wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything I want to see you go&lt;br /&gt;Take a glorious bite out of the whole world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-3527188849803051087?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3527188849803051087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=3527188849803051087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/3527188849803051087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/3527188849803051087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-could-be-happy.html' title='You could be happy'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-614920820388862406</id><published>2007-03-08T16:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-08T16:19:49.932Z</updated><title type='text'>Brilho</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;É quando todos me rodeiam, quando tudo está bem, que mais sinto a falta… a falta daquilo que me fazia transbordar de felicidade, que dava o brilho mágico a tudo o que existe, que fazia a mais pequena gota de água parecer o mais fantástico milagre, e é quando isso acontece, que eu caio, e deixo de ter vontade de me erguer novamente.&lt;br /&gt;É nessas alturas que sinto que já não vale a pena, que é mais fácil desistir… O que me aconteceu? Como foi que me perdi e perdi aquilo que era? Como é que deixei a minha felicidade fugir-me de entre o aperto dos dedos?&lt;br /&gt;Houve algo em mim que mudou, que se amargurou, e eu não quero deixar isso tomar conta de mim, porque eu quero continuar a ser eu, e quero voltar a ter aquilo, aquilo…que me fazia brilhar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sei que é um texto algo triste, talvez depressivo, mas apeteceu-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-614920820388862406?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/614920820388862406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=614920820388862406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/614920820388862406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/614920820388862406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/03/brilho.html' title='Brilho'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-4447913441931978447</id><published>2007-03-02T16:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-03-02T16:14:52.607Z</updated><title type='text'>Que calmaria harmoniosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gosto destas tarde de sossego… aliás, não sei o que seria de mim sem elas. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;São estas tardes que me dão o tempo necessário para ouvir discografias completas, organizar o pc, libertar algum espaço nestes discos completamente atestados de tralhas e tralhinhas, olhar para o tecto, escrever textos, trabalhar, melhorar fotografias, pensar no que será o jantar, o almoço e o lanche dos 3 ou 4 dias seguintes, pensar no que irei vestir na semana seguinte, olhar novamente para o tecto, bocejar, gravar dvds, carregar o telemóvel, comer qualquer coisita, um “snack” ligeirinho, olhar para o tecto, bocejar, escrever mais textos como este, aguçar a imaginação a pensar como seria viver na lua, ou até, quem sabe, ser ainda mais futurista, e pensar como seria viver em Marte, olhar para o tecto, bocejar, já disse olhar para o tecto?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Então também me dá tempo para bocejar… Nota para mim próprio, arranja um animal de estimação!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Fim de sarcasmo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-4447913441931978447?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4447913441931978447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=4447913441931978447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/4447913441931978447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/4447913441931978447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/03/que-calmaria-harmoniosa.html' title='Que calmaria harmoniosa'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-381083373552466807</id><published>2007-03-02T16:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-02T16:04:04.323Z</updated><title type='text'>Estou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Estou lixado. Bem, deixemo-nos de eufemismos, estou f*dido.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porquê, não sei mas também não me importa muito.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;É um daqueles dias em que me apetece estar, e por isso, acho que também não faço grande esforço para tentar contrariar a situação. Mais vale deixar andar, digo eu, que isto acaba eventualmente por passar, afinal de contas passa sempre.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;É o que a vida tem de bom, podemos ser lixados vezes sem conta, mas acaba sempre por passar tudo, por ficar tudo, mais ou menos, para trás.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas voltando ao assunto, o dia hoje não está a ser bom, o que até é um pouco estranho, porque não há motivos, é certo que dormi pouco, mas a isso já me habituei, é no que dá deitar-me às tantas da manhã, acabo sempre por dormir menos do que gostaria.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas tirando isso, o dia foi como tantos outros que têm passado, e no entanto hoje por algum motivo estou “ver primeira linha deste mesmo texto”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Portanto, as únicas conclusões a que chego são que, ou eu ando sempre “ver novamente primeira linha deste mesmo texto” e nem eu próprio sabia que andava, ou então houve algo hoje que me pôs assim…ou terá sido alguém? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ainda falta bastante até o dia acabar, pode ser que descubra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-381083373552466807?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/381083373552466807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=381083373552466807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/381083373552466807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/381083373552466807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/03/estou-lixado.html' title='Estou...'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-3785326211722339301</id><published>2007-02-12T19:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:23:55.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Há coisas fantásticas, não há?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem poderia adivinhar que seria num dia monótono (e isto é minimizar o tédio deste dia) que voltaria a escrever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Após este belo dia em casa, a… nem sei se o termo correcto será aborrecer, mas vai ter de servir, apeteceu-me vir para aqui e escrever qualquer coisa, nada de muito complexo, porque nem a inspiração é tão grande, nem a vontade é assim tanta, fico-me por um texto simples…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acabo por achar que estes dias são bons, de uma forma um bocado estranha, é certo, senão como é que alguém no seu perfeito juízo acharia um dia destes bom, mas são dias como hoje que me fazem dar valor a dias melhores, são dias como hoje em que estou sozinho grande parte do tempo que me fazem sorrir ao ouvir uma voz do outro lado do meu telemóvel (apesar do facto que normalmente ouvir essa voz já me faz sorrir…), e são dias como hoje que me fazem crer que sou uma “criatura” sociável, tanto que não ser sociável aborrece-me. Enfim, é quase “Dia do bebé gordo de fralda e asinhas com um arco e flechas”, e como tal, o importante mesmo é estarmos todos contentes e bem-dispostos. Assim como assim, hoje foi monótono, mas pelo menos há dias em que sabemos que é garantido que vamos divertir-nos… pode ser que quarta-feira se apresse…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-3785326211722339301?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3785326211722339301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=3785326211722339301&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/3785326211722339301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/3785326211722339301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2007/02/h-coisas-fantsticas-no-h.html' title='Há coisas fantásticas, não há?'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-116215488825232620</id><published>2006-10-29T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-29T20:49:29.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Have I told you I ache?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Isn't it strange, the way things can change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life that you lead, turned on its head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;suddenly someone, means more than you felt for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;house in its yard, turns into home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry but I meant to say, many things along the way, this ones for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have I told you I ache, have I told you I ache, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have I told you I ache, for you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have I told you I ache, have I told you I ache, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have I told you I ache, for you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The time that it took, writing words for my book, seems to have broken off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the gate that I shot,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;last time I got hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seems to have opened itself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh what its spinnin now,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its tryna catch me up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tell me to appriciate, here and now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry but I meant to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;many things along the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this ones for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have I told you i ache, Have i told you i ache, have i told you i ache, for you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have I told you i ache, Have i told you i ache, have i told you i ache, for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate que a musa volte, e a inspiraçao me invada, ou ate que melhores dias apareçam no horizonte...este blog morreu ate que a vida me invada novamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-116215488825232620?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/116215488825232620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=116215488825232620&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/116215488825232620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/116215488825232620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-i-told-you-i-ache.html' title='Have I told you I ache?'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-116151475006612716</id><published>2006-10-22T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T12:13:40.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto-estradas e afins</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Engraçado como o coração consegue alterar a percepção do nosso cérebro…mas engraçado também é a forma como tentamos enganar-nos a nós e a outros, tentando conseguir acreditar que tudo já passou.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nem sei por vezes o que sinta. Se é verdade que naquela noite me senti optimamente por tudo aquilo, também é verdade que há dias em que não consigo sorrir, não verdadeiramente.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Também eu sinto que há uma estrada, o único problema é que sou eu quem está no meio dela, a tentar desviar-me do trânsito, a tentar encontrar uma forma de sair… talvez a saída seja simplesmente desaparecer, deixar de tentar sair.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Correm-me lágrimas, simplesmente porque sinto o meu coração a tentar alterar a realidade para que por um simples dia eu consiga sorrir como antigamente… pobre músculo carregado de sentimentos, que ainda tenta enganar-se acerca duma realidade que há muito deixou de ser feliz, que já há muito deixou de ser realidade.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em termos mitológicos, se Prometeu foi sentenciado a ter uma águia a comer-lhe o fígado todos os dias, eu tenho uma deusa a arrancar-me o coração e a voltar a faze-lo bater, e porem, o “musculozinho” continua na sua eterna tentativa de mudar o presente para passado. Não o censuro, também eu gostava de o poder fazer, ou pelo menos tentar, mas o cérebro, infelizmente, compreende melhor a vida do que o coração…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No meio de tudo isto, sou ainda presenteado com a estúpida ilusão de que algum dia vou receber o merecido por sofrer o que sofro…como se algum dia isso fosse acontecer, começo a duvidar seriamente, não só por mim, mas por outra pessoa também.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No fim de contas, tudo aquilo que eu digo não inspira que chegue, excepto se for outra pessoa a dizer o mesmo, porque ai já não magoa terceiros e pode ser divulgado, portanto por vezes mais vale calar e talvez ouvir, magoa-me a mim, mas pelo menos não gasto palavras vãs a falar sobre coisas que sei que apesar do que diga há outro coração que não gosta muito do seu cérebro, e por isso tem uma definição de realidade igualmente distorcida e também tenta enganar aquela “coisinha” cinzenta que tem ideias, dizendo-lhe que não sente coisas que no final não são bem verdade.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se analisarmos bem tudo isto, chegamos então a conclusão que às vezes, por muito que queiramos, há coisas com as quais não podemos interferir, e a cegueira humana acaba por ser uma delas…talvez seja da chuva, ou da vontade tão grande de olhar ao longe, ate ao outro lado da estrada, quando há pormenores entre essa distância que valem bem mais a pena perder tempo a observar, nem que seja pela simplicidade com que lutam para sobreviver a algo que se tornaria mais fácil se deixassem de tentar, e mesmo assim o coração continua a tentar convencer um cérebro “enevoado” que aquilo que sente esta do outro lado e não algures entre esse caminho, apesar de saber que talvez essa não seja a historia completa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No fim disto tudo, o que ainda me lixa mais é que por mais que alguns façam, há outros que apesar de nada fazerem são considerados herois va-se la saber ao certo porque, e recebem expressoes como "só tu" e assim...alegra-me ver que há balanço na realidade!&lt;br /&gt;Por amor de Deus, se o relogio parou realmente, então enfiem-no numa gaveta e deixem-no sossegado...ja que as certezas sao tantas de que "so tu" fazes sorrir, "so tu" alegras, entao "so tu" podes por pilhas no relogio...mas noutro relogio, que aquele só um tem a chave para por a trabalhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Começo a achar que há dias em que mais valia fechar os olhos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, e já agora... "obrigadinho"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-116151475006612716?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/116151475006612716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=116151475006612716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/116151475006612716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/116151475006612716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2006/10/auto-estradas-e-afins.html' title='Auto-estradas e afins'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-115739503993702022</id><published>2006-09-04T19:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T19:37:19.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente uma decisão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje tomei uma decisão.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Algo que não pensei conseguir fazer tão cedo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Decidi que… se tenho em mim a capacidade de culpar, de me zangar, tenho de ser capaz de ter em mim também a capacidade de perdoar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sim, a decisão que hoje foi precisamente essa...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perdoar tudo aquilo que aconteceu, tudo o que se passou.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu escolho deixar tudo isso para trás. Não esquecido, apenas fechado, onde não mais afecta nem magoa o presente, simplesmente fica como memória daquilo que aconteceu, como uma lição, talvez, para que não volte a acontecer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Escrevo isto para apenas dizer que o meu apoio, a minha amizade, a minha cumplicidade, são novamente teus, se os quiseres…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Escrevo de certa forma isto para me libertar, de tudo o que tinha guardado aqui dentro, e ao mesmo tempo, para te libertar, se o quiseres, ao saberes que ficou para trás.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para mim, está enterrado, e para ti? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-115739503993702022?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/115739503993702022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=115739503993702022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/115739503993702022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/115739503993702022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2006/09/finalmente-uma-deciso.html' title='Finalmente uma decisão...'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-115506418641905124</id><published>2006-08-08T20:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:09:46.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do tamanho de um grão</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por muito estranho que seja, hoje, depois de um dia de praia perfeito, cheguei a casa com vontade de escrever. Começa a tornar-se um bocado raro isso acontecer, ou melhor, começa a tornar-se raro eu escrever e publicar realmente no blog, porque escrever até vai acontecendo, mas ultimamente, não tenho sentido vontade de publicar o que escrevo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Esta é a excepção.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ao vir embora da praia, no carro, vinha a pensar. Nada em especial, basicamente em tudo, e ao faze-lo, cheguei a conclusão de que, apesar de não fazer sentido nenhum, adoro aquilo por que estou a passar. Não me arrependo de nada, nada mesmo. Se tudo isto pode ter começado por ser mau, de certa forma acabou por se tornar em algo, não digo bom, mas aceitável, e “didáctico”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sim, porque apesar de não me arrepender de nada, sei que aprendi muito com tudo isto.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As aparências enganam, a esperança é a ultima a morrer, quem espera sempre alcança, e todos os outros provérbios bonitos de que se possam lembrar, tudo isto, até certo ponto, se pode aplicar, visto que todos no fundo têm um bocado de sentido. Gosto especialmente do “Quem vê caras não vê corações”, que vai dar ao mesmo que “As aparências iludem”, neste caso, ou será “As iludências aparudem” ? Isso já é com vocês…é só um grãozinho de areia no meio de toda esta divagação..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;O importante mesmo aqui é que com tudo isto, descobri-me melhor, descobri outras pessoas, que não vou mencionar, melhor, apesar de isso não ter sido bom de certa forma, e vendo bem, até foi, pelo menos não sou enganado mais, e mais importante que tudo, descobri-te melhor (tu sabes quem é o “-te”). Acho que a principal lição a reter de tudo isto é que…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quem ama...Acredita. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-115506418641905124?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/115506418641905124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=115506418641905124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/115506418641905124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/115506418641905124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-tamanho-de-um-gro.html' title='Do tamanho de um grão'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-115411793893103930</id><published>2006-07-28T21:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:19:18.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come away with me in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come away with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I will write you a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come away with me on a bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come away with me where they can't tempt us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With their lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to walk with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a cloudy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In fields where the yellow grass grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;knee kigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So won't you try to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come away with me and we'll kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a mountain top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come away with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'll never stop loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I want to wake up with the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Falling on a tin roof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While I'm safe there in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So all I ask is for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To come away with me in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come away with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Acho que não vale a pena escrever mais, a senhora ja disse tudo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-115411793893103930?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/115411793893103930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=115411793893103930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/115411793893103930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/115411793893103930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wish.html' title='I Wish...'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-115031796840628212</id><published>2006-06-14T21:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:46:08.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DEIXEM-ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque é que me obrigam a tudo, se tudo o que eu quero é nada? Se tudo o que eu quero é poder escolher o que quero, e não ser obrigado a fazer o que não quero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero apenas controlar a minha vida, cometer os meus erros, enfrenta-los, mas por vontade própria, não por obrigação! Quero que me deixem fazer as minhas escolhas, e que me apoiem nelas, em vez de criticar, em vez de me obrigar a fazer o que querem, porque acham que é o que devo fazer... Quero crescer, mas quando estiver preparado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero viver, mas ao meu ritmo...Quero escolher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero...ser eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-115031796840628212?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/115031796840628212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=115031796840628212&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/115031796840628212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/115031796840628212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2006/06/deixem-me.html' title='DEIXEM-ME!'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-114932608696077731</id><published>2006-06-03T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T10:14:48.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É tempo de mudar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque tenho de ser assim? Porque te magoo tanto?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Queria pedir-te desculpa, mas sinto que as desculpas já não bastam…sinto uma dor enorme só por saber que te magoei, sinto que não te mereço, e, ao mesmo tempo, não consigo sequer pensar em perder-te.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sinto-me frustrado ao saber que te amo tanto e apesar disso tantas vezes te magoo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não por vontade, que se por ela fosse, tu nunca sentirias dor, nem saberias o que isso era…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não, é como se algo superior a mim, mais forte, me fizesse ter duvidas, me fizesse duvidar que me amas, que sou a coisa mais importante do teu mundo, que confias em mim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque havia de duvidar? Tudo o que me deste foi motivos para confiar, e apesar disso, duvido...quero deixar as duvidas, todas...e por vezes não consigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Parece que afinal até mesmo nós temos uma fase, não digo má, mas menos boa, na nossa relação, não por te amar menos ou por me amares menos, mas menos boa em conflitos, problemas… pormenores picuinhas aos quais damos, dou, principalmente, demasiada importância… Importância que não devia dar, porque nada pode abalar o que sinto, e no entanto, não consigo faze-lo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quero pedir-te desculpa, mas não sei sequer como explicar as razões da minha desculpa, não sei como começar…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quero dizer-te que te amo, e, porem, como tu tão bem disseste, a palavra parece-me tão vaga, tão insignificante para descrever o que sinto… copiando um grande amigo, sabes tu, sabemos nós, e basta.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tudo o que posso pedir é que me perdoes tudo, todas as vezes em que fui simplesmente estúpido em duvidar, todas as vezes em que fui irracional…tudo o que já te fiz sofrer, tudo o que já me fiz sofrer, e que te lembres, e nunca esqueças que, apesar de tudo o que possa acontecer, eu te amo mais que à própria vida, e sem ti não sou nada…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tu dizes sempre que não és nada sem mim, mas na realidade, eu não sou nada sem ti.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tu completas-me, e perder-te seria perder uma parte de mim, uma parte da alma, a mais importante, aquela que me inspira a escrever algo tão complexo como isto para dizer duas coisas simples que significam mais que tudo o resto…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perdoa-me, eu amo-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-114932608696077731?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/114932608696077731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=114932608696077731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/114932608696077731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/114932608696077731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2006/06/tempo-de-mudar.html' title='É tempo de mudar...'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-114915100691719347</id><published>2006-06-01T09:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T09:36:46.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje acordei…sentia uma enorme alegria dentro de mim. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As razões eu conheço, foi aquele texto, aquele simples texto que escreveste, para mim, que me fez recordar todos os nossos momentos, aqueles que foram os melhores momentos da minha vida, e todos os momentos da nossa tarde maravilhosa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;E nestas alturas que compreendo que afinal estava errado, afinal não te amo como pensava…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amo-te imensamente mais, tanto que nem eu próprio consigo saber.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tu fazes com que todos os momentos valham a pena, és a minha melhor amigo, a minha companheira, confidente e o meu único amor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;És tu que me apoias em todos os momentos, maus e bons. Ris comigo, choras quando eu o faço, alegras-me com a simplicidade do teu sorriso, e por vezes das tuas lágrimas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tu dás-me um sentido, mesmo quando me sinto perdido, apenas com um olhar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sei que já to disse várias vezes, mas tu és perfeita para mim, mesmo nos teus defeitos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se dependesse de mim, o mundo era teu, o universo era teu, tudo o que existe era teu…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas como não depende de mim, ofereço-te o melhor que posso oferecer-te: o meu amor, o meu coração, a minha alma… Eu, completo, inalterado, teu, intemporalmente.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;São teus, sempre foram, sempre serão, sempre o soubeste, sem nunca ter precisado de to dizer…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A vida e feita de pequenos momentos e memórias, e as nossas vão ficar para sempre guardadas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ontem a noite trouxe uma magia única.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Algo que me ficara para sempre na memoria… duas silhuetas, duas pessoas, sentadas no chão, trocando risos, carícias…e juras de amor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-114915100691719347?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/114915100691719347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=114915100691719347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/114915100691719347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/114915100691719347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2006/06/para-ti.html' title='Para ti'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-114911504398634135</id><published>2006-05-31T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:37:24.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Às vezes sinto-me só…como se nada mais existisse para além de mim. Como se ninguém me compreendesse, ou se importasse sequer…essas vezes em que tudo o que queria fazer era não fazer nada, ou pelo menos ter hipótese de escolher nada fazer, ser livre, sem horários, sem obrigações, sem regras… ser só eu e o mundo, e tu, claro.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Poder correr, quando queria, sem me preocupar se era noite ou dia, deitar-me no chão, comer, beber, ou simplesmente não comer e não beber… num dia que acabasse apenas quando eu assim o quisesse. Mas a realidade volta a trazer-me, com toda a brusquidão do mundo, do meu sonho, e é então que percebo que não livre.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não que não adore a minha vida, muito pelo contrário!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Adoro todos os momentos, mas fica sempre a recordação daquele cantinho, meu…nosso, onde está a verdadeira liberdade!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-114911504398634135?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/114911504398634135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=114911504398634135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/114911504398634135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/114911504398634135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2006/05/s-vezes.html' title='Às vezes...'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-114901776926459245</id><published>2006-05-30T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:36:09.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um certo Obrigado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Há certas coisas de que so sentimos a falta quando as perdemos…eu dou-me conta agora principalmente que há coisas que não posso nem quero de forma nenhuma perder.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uns certos amigos, um certo amor, uma certa…vida. Por isso mesmo e que comecei a pensar em tudo o que tenho, e cheguei a uma conclusão acima de todas as outras: sou uma pessoa com muita sorte por tudo aquilo que tenho… Tenho grandes amigos (Filipe, Bruno, Tiago, Dani, Beatriz, Rita, Piu, Cebola, e muitos outros que so porque não escrevi os nomes não pensem que vos esqueci…), tenho uma namorada linda que me faz adorar todos os dias que passam so por saber que vou ve-la, não sou rico mas tenho que chegue para viver, tenho uns pais óptimos que apesar de por vezes serem um bocado chatos, eu sei que e porque me amam… o que acima de tudo eu queria dizer neste texto e que adoro toda a minha vida, todos os que nela me são alguma coisa, e queria deixar aqui um simples obrigado, a todos aqueles que me fazem adorar viver.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um sincero Obrigado, por quem são, e por quem eu sou por estar com vocês &lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; nos momentos bons, e nos maus!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-114901776926459245?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/114901776926459245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=114901776926459245&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/114901776926459245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/114901776926459245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2006/05/um-certo-obrigado.html' title='Um certo Obrigado...'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-114864892687364181</id><published>2006-05-26T14:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T14:08:46.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BLABLA</title><content type='html'>Eh pa.. à tanto tempo que ja nao escrevia nada aqui, que hoje apeteceu-me... ora bem, tou em fase de preparaçao para o torneio de polo. claro que antes ainda ha 180 minutos de aulas intensivas, com toda a potencia que so os profs de matematica e fisica conseguem ter! o que quer dizer que vai haver animaçao, musica, maluquices e muita festa... ou entao vamos simplesmente fazer exercicios. va la que ja falta pouco pra acabar... desejem-me sorte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-114864892687364181?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/114864892687364181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=114864892687364181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/114864892687364181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/114864892687364181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2006/05/blabla.html' title='BLABLA'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-114764430153701836</id><published>2006-05-14T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T19:19:41.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Lado Obscuro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje descobri coisas chocantes. Coisas que me marcaram profundamente e que nunca conseguirei remover da minha memoria e que me atormentarão em pesadelos durante muito tempo. Falo, claro está, do lado obscuro das danças de salão!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ora estava eu muito sossegado em casa duma tia da minha menina, quando de repente uma outra tia aparece com o fato de dança do primo… ora foi então que fui informado que os dançarinos usam um “body” em vez de uma camisa, por exemplo. A continuação da noite ainda trouxe informações piores… fui avisado que eles usavam um movimento que alguém fez o favor de chamar “o gesto da mãozinha” ou qualquer coisa assim!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não é nada pessoal, mas como e que alguém pode receber tais notícias e conseguir dormir a noite?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sempre me vale o facto de tão cedo, espero eu, não voltar a ver o belo “body” com brilhantes à minha frente…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-114764430153701836?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/114764430153701836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=114764430153701836&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/114764430153701836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/114764430153701836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-lado-obscuro.html' title='O Lado Obscuro...'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-114744000427244670</id><published>2006-05-12T14:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T19:16:27.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desvarios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2:08 PM--&gt;Nos últimos 2 dias, recebi umas novidades que não me agradaram muito…descobri que o meu fim-de-semana no Gerês não vai ser como eu pensava que seria… mas a noticia que me aborreceu mais foi descobrir que a minha namorada ia dançar com outro gajo, que por sinal não conheço de lado nenhum… isso só por si e mau, mas o pior e que são danças de salão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ora bem, toda a gente sabe que as danças de salão, apesar de umas mais que outras, envolvem contacto físico. Foi assim que descobri que sou um bocado ciumento em relação a certos aspectos, e a minha menina a dançar com um morcão que não conheço de lado nenhum e um desses aspectos… mas pronto, lá acabei por me aperceber que estava a ser um bocado irracional, ainda bem que foi a tempo, porque já quase me tinha convencido que o gajo estava bem era com as rotulas partidas… a minha conclusão: os ciumes são chatinhos...&lt;br /&gt;lol :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[Update] 20:33 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Ora bem, hoje de tarde conheci o gajo...parece simpático...mas apesar de tudo,a ideia ainda não me caiu muito bem. Talvez com um bocado mais de tempo consiga engolir este episódio todo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;[Update] 15-05-06 19:15&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Bem, agora que ja conversei mais com o gajo e tal, o gajo até é porreirito :) e como também já está tudo resolvido sobre o resto, e tudo conversado, acabou a minha crise existencial... Este post está fechado até novas notícias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-114744000427244670?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/114744000427244670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=114744000427244670&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/114744000427244670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/114744000427244670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2006/05/desvarios.html' title='Desvarios...'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27891907.post-114729699308980663</id><published>2006-05-10T22:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:36:33.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O inicio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ora bem, ja que toda a gente hoje em dia tem um blog, decidi criar eu tambem um para mim...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Neste blog vou deixando as minhas opinioes e ideias e tal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;E ja agora, se quiserem deixar comentarios, agradece-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27891907-114729699308980663?l=coldreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/114729699308980663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27891907&amp;postID=114729699308980663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/114729699308980663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27891907/posts/default/114729699308980663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldreflections.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-inicio.html' title='O inicio'/><author><name>J.Lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13568258687574430145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
