<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-8442328634919701751</id><updated>2017-03-19T17:04:21.851+00:00</updated><category term="Poetry"/><category term="Crackpot Theories"/><category term="Fernando Pessoa"/><category term="Beauty"/><category term="Bruno Simões"/><category term="Women"/><category term="Birthdays"/><category term="Breasts"/><category term="Comedy"/><category term="Disclaimer"/><category term="Fishing"/><category term="Florbela Espanca"/><category term="Health"/><category term="Increase life span"/><category term="Men"/><category term="Philosophical Issues"/><category term="Silly questions"/><category term="Tutorials"/><category term="Useless News"/><category term="Welcome"/><title type='text'>Bruno Simões</title><subtitle type='html'>This is blog about unusual things, crackpot theories and poetry.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyBL72qXHek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAA1fg/dkAdDi-hMKM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442328634919701751.post-9012782912015478503</id><published>2013-05-02T00:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-05-02T00:45:50.026+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>Running </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://artsfield.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/art-free-online-sculpture-painting-michal-trpak-escape-into-reality.jpg?w=540&amp;h=436&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background: #eee; border: 1px solid #ccc; padding: 2px;&quot; width=&quot;250&quot; src=&quot;http://artsfield.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/art-free-online-sculpture-painting-michal-trpak-escape-into-reality.jpg?w=540&amp;h=436&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, &#39;BitStream vera Sans&#39;, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Escape into Reality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I am running ...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I have to run fast..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;If I want to escape the past&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I need to find the door&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I cannot handle this pain anymore&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I am looking for closure&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I want to believe there is future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Trust is my biggest fear&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yet, I cannot shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;People always leave&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I can do nothing but grieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Afraid I cannot restart&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Because my heart is miles apart&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;If I just want to see her smile&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Why am I in self denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Should I believe? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Because in my life&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;People always leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt;Florbela Espanca&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/9012782912015478503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2013/05/running.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/9012782912015478503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/9012782912015478503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2013/05/running.html' title='Running '/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17257436660053848616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gT28WmB5Y-I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eU0LeHAqctw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442328634919701751.post-1352137747101505779</id><published>2012-01-28T12:03:00.001+00:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T12:03:37.217+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Florbela Espanca"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>To Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0h7SGlVn038/TyPioD1oSnI/AAAAAAAAYqM/cDlqhBpsyTA/s1600/never-give-up-mindy-huntress.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background: #eee; border: 1px solid #ccc; padding: 2px;&quot; width=&quot;250&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0h7SGlVn038/TyPioD1oSnI/AAAAAAAAYqM/cDlqhBpsyTA/s400/never-give-up-mindy-huntress.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, &#39;BitStream vera Sans&#39;, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Never Give Up by Mindy Huntress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I want to love, to love wildly &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;To love just to love: here...there... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;More this one and that one, the other and everybody &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;To love! To love! And not loving anyone! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;To remember? To Forget! Indifferent...! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Take hold or loose? Is it bad? Is it good? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The one that says we can love someone &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;For a life is lying &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Theres a spring in each life &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We need to sing it flourishingly &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Because if god gave us voice it was to sing! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And if one day i&#39;m going to be dust, ash and nothing &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Let my night be a dawn of day &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;That i know how to loose myself...to find myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Eu quero amar, amar perdidamente!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Amar só por amar: aqui... além...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mais Este e Aquele, o Outro e toda a gente...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Amar!  Amar!  E não amar ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Recordar?  Esquecer?  Indiferente!...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Prender ou desprender?  É mal?  É bem?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quem disser que se pode amar alguém&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Durante a vida inteira é porque mente!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Há uma primavera em cada vida:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;É preciso cantá-la assim florida,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Pois se Deus nos deu voz, foi pra cantar!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E se um dia hei-de ser pó, cinza e nada&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Que seja a minha noite uma alvorada,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Que me saiba perder... pra me encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt;Florbela Espanca&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/1352137747101505779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2012/01/to-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/1352137747101505779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/1352137747101505779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2012/01/to-love.html' title='To Love'/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110821408735197982407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyBL72qXHek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAA1fg/dkAdDi-hMKM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0h7SGlVn038/TyPioD1oSnI/AAAAAAAAYqM/cDlqhBpsyTA/s72-c/never-give-up-mindy-huntress.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442328634919701751.post-2056311146314282316</id><published>2011-10-19T16:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T16:35:56.423+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fernando Pessoa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>I Am Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okSduFDowiQ/Tp7rx0rIOfI/AAAAAAAAPeU/hJB5DYuhO6U/s1600/dali_memory.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;203&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okSduFDowiQ/Tp7rx0rIOfI/AAAAAAAAPeU/hJB5DYuhO6U/s200/dali_memory.jpg&quot; width=&quot;250&quot; style=&quot;border:1px solid #ccc; padding:2px; background:#eee;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, &#39;BitStream vera Sans&#39;, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;The persistence of memory (1931) by Dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I am tired, that is clear,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Because, at certain stage, people have to be tired.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Of what I am tired, I don&#39;t know:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It would not serve me at all to know&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Since the tiredness stays just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The wound hurts as it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And not in function of the cause that produced it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yes, I am tired,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And ever so slightly smiling&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;At the tiredness being only this -&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;In the body a wish for sleep,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;In the soul a desire for not thinking&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And, to crown all, a luminous transparency&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Of the retrospective understanding…&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And the one luxury of not now having hopes?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I am intelligent: that&#39;s all.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I have seen much and understood much of what I&amp;nbsp;have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And there is a certain pleasure even in tiredness&amp;nbsp;this brings us,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;That in the end the head does still serve for&amp;nbsp;something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Estou cansado, é claro,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Porque, a certa altura, a gente tem que estar cansado.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;De que estou cansado, não sei:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;De nada me serviria sabê-lo,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Pois o cansaço fica na mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A ferida dói como dói&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E não em função da causa que a produziu.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sim, estou cansado,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E um pouco sorridente&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;De o cansaço ser só isto —&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Uma vontade de sono no corpo,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Um desejo de não pensar na alma,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E por cima de tudo uma transparência lúcida&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Do entendimento retrospectivo...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E a luxúria única de não ter já esperanças?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sou inteligente; eis tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Tenho visto muito e entendido muito o que tenho visto,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E há um certo prazer até no cansaço que isto nos dá,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Que afinal a cabeça sempre serve para qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt;Fernando Pessoa / Álvaro de Campos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/2056311146314282316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2011/10/i-am-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/2056311146314282316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/2056311146314282316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2011/10/i-am-tired.html' title='I Am Tired'/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110821408735197982407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyBL72qXHek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAA1fg/dkAdDi-hMKM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okSduFDowiQ/Tp7rx0rIOfI/AAAAAAAAPeU/hJB5DYuhO6U/s72-c/dali_memory.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442328634919701751.post-8765336916393664532</id><published>2011-07-22T09:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T09:04:00.076+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>Seven Ages of Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;All the world&#39;s a stage,&lt;br /&gt;And all the men and women merely players:&lt;br /&gt;They have their exits and their entrances;&lt;br /&gt;And one man in his time plays many parts,&lt;br /&gt;His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,&lt;br /&gt;Mewling and puking in the nurse&#39;s arms.&lt;br /&gt;And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel&lt;br /&gt;And shining morning face, creeping like snail&lt;br /&gt;Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,&lt;br /&gt;Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad&lt;br /&gt;Made to his mistress&#39; eyebrow. Then a soldier,&lt;br /&gt;Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,&lt;br /&gt;Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking the bubble reputation&lt;br /&gt;Even in the cannon&#39;s mouth. And then the justice,&lt;br /&gt;In fair round belly with good capon lined,&lt;br /&gt;With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,&lt;br /&gt;Full of wise saws and modern instances;&lt;br /&gt;And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts&lt;br /&gt;Into the lean and slipper&#39;d pantaloon,&lt;br /&gt;With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,&lt;br /&gt;His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide&lt;br /&gt;For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,&lt;br /&gt;Turning again toward childish treble, pipes&lt;br /&gt;And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,&lt;br /&gt;That ends this strange eventful history,&lt;br /&gt;Is second childishness and mere oblivion,&lt;br /&gt;Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt;William Shakespeare, 1564-1616, English poet, As You Like It &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/8765336916393664532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2011/07/seven-ages-of-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/8765336916393664532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/8765336916393664532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2011/07/seven-ages-of-man.html' title='Seven Ages of Man'/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110821408735197982407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyBL72qXHek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAA1fg/dkAdDi-hMKM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442328634919701751.post-3085091380904821147</id><published>2011-05-24T11:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T14:09:55.323+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fernando Pessoa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>Why do I desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: right; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://diamantelouco.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/pino2006b-suite-desire.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: -5px;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;257&quot; src=&quot;http://diamantelouco.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/pino2006b-suite-desire.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, &#39;BitStream vera Sans&#39;, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Pino Daeni - Suite Desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Why do I desire &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What I do not need ? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Why does my soul, like fire, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Or a hot abstract greed, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Seek all that is higher ? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Why, if not because &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It is a soul ? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Who can know the cause &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When it lies in its whole &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hidden in laws ? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yet this matters not. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What matters is pining &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And that stress of thought &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That comes of diving &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What to wish that may not be got.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Porque desejo o que eu não preciso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Porque busca minha alma como fogo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ou uma abstrata ância incandescente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;tudo o que fica mais além?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Porque, senão por ser uma alma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Quem pode conhecer a causa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Qdo sua totalidade jaz escondida em leis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Que isso não conte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O que conta é dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;E a mais íntima agitação de suspeitar que nossos desejos são inalcansáveis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt;Fernando Pessoa (1888-1935) &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/3085091380904821147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2011/05/why-do-i-desire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/3085091380904821147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/3085091380904821147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2011/05/why-do-i-desire.html' title='Why do I desire'/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110821408735197982407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyBL72qXHek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAA1fg/dkAdDi-hMKM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442328634919701751.post-6083032046216731826</id><published>2011-05-20T14:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T14:16:42.659+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fernando Pessoa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>It&#39;s too late for a reunion, the poet is dead !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;November 30, 1935.  Edgy, tossing and turning in bed, Pessoa is burning with fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I am nothing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I shall never be anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I cannot wish to be anything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aside from that, I hold within me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;all the dreams of the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today, I’m defeated, as if I’d learned the truth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today, I am lucid, as if I were about to die.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Não sou nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Nunca serei nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Não posso querer ser nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Estou hoje vencido, como se soubesse a verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Estou hoje lúcido, como se estivesse para morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chaplain tries to calm him down. He insists on calling out the names of Caeiro, Reis, Campos and Soares. Then he readies himself for a last glance at his creation. They haven’t arrived yet. But I can feel that they are coming. &lt;i&gt;Oh, yes, they are coming&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caeiro, Reis, Campos and Soares rush into the room.  But they are too late, the poet is dead. There remain only a few notes scribbled on a piece of paper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I made of myself something beyond my knowledge, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And what I could make of myself I failed to do. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The domino costume that I wore was all wrong. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They immediately took me for someone I was not &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and I didn t deny it, and I was lost.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I tried to take off the mask, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was stuck to my face. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I took it off and looked in the mirror, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had grown old, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was drunk, and I didn t know how to put on &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the costume that I had not taken off. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I threw the mask away and slept &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in the dressing room &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As a dog tolerated by the management &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;because he’s harmless. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I&quot;m going to write this story to prove &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that I&quot;m sublime&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiz de mim o que não soube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E o que podia fazer de mim não o fiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O dominó que vesti era errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Conheceram-me logo por quem não era e não desmenti, e perdi-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quando quis tirar a máscara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Estava pegada à cara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quando a tirei e me vi ao espelho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Já tinha envelhecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Estava bêbado, já não sabia vestir o dominó que não tinha tirado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Deitei fora a máscara e dormi no vestiário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Como um cão tolerado pela gerência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Por ser inofensivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E vou escrever esta história para provar que sou sublime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt;Fernando Pessoa / Álvaro de Campos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt;Tabacaria &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt;Tobacco Shop &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; 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For that same reason they can appear here anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/4281840088664794113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2010/03/important-disclaimers-please-read.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/4281840088664794113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/4281840088664794113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2010/03/important-disclaimers-please-read.html' title='Important  Disclaimers - Please Read'/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110821408735197982407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyBL72qXHek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAA1fg/dkAdDi-hMKM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442328634919701751.post-629649566904607278</id><published>2010-03-02T18:17:00.002+00:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:20:05.045+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Useless News"/><title type='text'>Chilean Earthquake Shortened Earth&#39;s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align:justify&quot;&gt;A rotação da Terra pode ter sido alterada como resultado do terramoto que ocorreu no Chile no sábado (27-02-2010). O cientista Richard Gross e colegas do Laboratório de Propulsão a Jacto da agência espacial americana (JPL/Nasa), concluíram em um cálculo preliminar que o terramoto de magnitude 8,8 teria encurtado a duração de um dia terrestre em 1,26 microssegundo (um microssegundo é igual a 1 segundo dividido por 1 milhão). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é mais uma prova que as forças do mal também conhecidas por dark forces estão a prevalecer sobre as forças do bem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/629649566904607278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2010/03/chilean-earthquake-shortened-earths-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/629649566904607278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/629649566904607278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2010/03/chilean-earthquake-shortened-earths-day.html' title='Chilean Earthquake Shortened Earth&#39;s Day'/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110821408735197982407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyBL72qXHek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAA1fg/dkAdDi-hMKM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442328634919701751.post-8307976437942504937</id><published>2010-01-18T20:06:00.007+00:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:05:24.027+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tutorials"/><title type='text'>The Path of Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Hoje decidi aprender um pouco mais de Italiano. Aqui estão algumas das coisas que aprendi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align:right;color:green;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;L&#39;italiano e&#39; un popolo straordinario. Mi piacerebbe tanto che fosse un popolo normale&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/8307976437942504937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2010/01/path-of-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/8307976437942504937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/8307976437942504937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2010/01/path-of-light.html' title='The Path of Light'/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110821408735197982407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyBL72qXHek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAA1fg/dkAdDi-hMKM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442328634919701751.post-1831475043521334500</id><published>2009-11-17T20:03:00.006+00:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T09:45:32.521+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bruno Simões"/><title type='text'>O dominador das selvas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align:justify&quot;&gt;Sem qualquer necessidade de alguma outra introdução, conta a lenda que ele é o dominador deste mundo tenebroso. Ele é o maligno que domina todas as regiões onde já alguma vez tenha sido avistada uma cobra. Apesar de ser descendente do grande Conan - o bárbaro - o seu poder não se limita apenas à sua força inexplicável, estende-se também a uma capacidade nunca antes vista de manipular animais selvagens, tais como, cobras ou serpentes venenosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloquei a minha vida em alto risco ao seguir este homem por selvas e pântanos nunca antes explorados, ao estar presente durante lutas com animais nunca antes derrotados, contudo consegui provar que afinal ele não é apenas só uma lenda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis aqui uma prova irrefutável de que ele existe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; width=490 src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1M4U1hgS9eg/TcERJ0bPjII/AAAAAAAAF8w/jKf3JrSNN-g/s1600/11x6898x.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/1831475043521334500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/11/o-dominador-das-selvas_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/1831475043521334500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/1831475043521334500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/11/o-dominador-das-selvas_17.html' title='O dominador das selvas'/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110821408735197982407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyBL72qXHek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAA1fg/dkAdDi-hMKM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1M4U1hgS9eg/TcERJ0bPjII/AAAAAAAAF8w/jKf3JrSNN-g/s72-c/11x6898x.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442328634919701751.post-3198626602386881790</id><published>2009-10-20T19:19:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T16:37:22.248+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beauty"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crackpot Theories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Men"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Women"/><title type='text'>Os homens ficam mais burros ao pé de mulheres atraentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align:justify&quot;&gt;Este facto já era conhecido mas agora foi cientificamente confirmado. Os homens perdem inteligência e concentração quando estão perto de mulheres bonitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo um estudo realizado pela Universidade de Radboud, na Holanda, os homens usam uma percentagem tão grande do seu cérebro e dos seus recursos cognitivos para impressionar a mulher que o cérebro fica menos disponível para outras tarefas, por mais simples que sejam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pesquisa foi feita com voluntários heterossexuais e uma das actividades consistia em os homens soletrarem um grupo de letras o mais rapidamente possível. Depois de efectuarem este teste, ficavam perto de uma mulher extremamente bonita durante cerca de 7 minutos e, de seguida, voltavam a repetir o teste mas em frente à mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grande conclusão foi que quanto mais os homens tentavam impressionar a mulher, menor era a qualidade e a rapidez com que conseguiam soletrar as letras. Os resultados chegaram a atingir menos 30% de pontuação geral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto às mulheres, não se notou qualquer alteração na pontuação do teste e na velocidade das respostas dadas com um homem bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os cientistas não aprofundaram mais a coisa mas podem-se ainda tirar mais conclusões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira é que uma boa forma de conquistar uma mulher inteligente é ignorá-la e manter a inteligência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A outra é que se um homem estiver com uma mulher e mantiver a mesma inteligência, então, para ele, essa mulher não é muito bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/3198626602386881790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/10/os-homens-ficam-mais-burros-ao-pe-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/3198626602386881790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/3198626602386881790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/10/os-homens-ficam-mais-burros-ao-pe-de.html' title='Os homens ficam mais burros ao pé de mulheres atraentes'/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110821408735197982407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyBL72qXHek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAA1fg/dkAdDi-hMKM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442328634919701751.post-4207421460214184296</id><published>2009-09-04T17:11:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:48:38.440+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birthdays"/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sandro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align:justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é um dia especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de ser sexta-feira (O que para mim já o torna um dia especial), é também um dia cheio de emoções!&lt;br /&gt;Como já sabem ou deviam saber, foi no dia de hoje que o Sandro começou a dar dores de cabeça aos pais (Bem ... esta parte nem sequer quero imaginar). Contudo as coisas evoluíram, e um século depois (Para quem ainda não está situado - o século XXI) conheci o Sandro. O Sandro já era nessa altura era uma pessoa bastante motivada (em diversos aspectos!) e adquiriu logo um vasto conhecimento, assim como muita experiência, através de alguns anos de vida académica.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é com muita hora que o vemos como uma pessoa culta, um adulto, etc, etc, etc. Por isso quando lhe damos os &quot;Parabéns&quot; temos que ter consciência que não é porque nasceu, mas é também porque cresceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em homenagem vou deixar aqui uma piada intelectual (não só é necessário conhecimento como também é necessária experiência para perceber toda a sua essência).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns Sandro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.brunosimoes.org/images/comics/gamers.jpg&quot; width=&quot;590&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/4207421460214184296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/09/happy-birthday-sandro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/4207421460214184296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/4207421460214184296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/09/happy-birthday-sandro.html' title='Happy Birthday Sandro'/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110821408735197982407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyBL72qXHek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAA1fg/dkAdDi-hMKM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442328634919701751.post-4317431250770338236</id><published>2009-08-10T19:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T16:30:05.158+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beauty"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crackpot Theories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Women"/><title type='text'>Scientists Say Women Are Getting More Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora aqui está uma história interessante sobre o futuro da humanidade, pelo menos para o sexo masculino. Os cientistas descobriram que a evolução da raça humana está a tornar as mulheres - e não os homens - cada vez mais bonitas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os cientistas da Universidade de Helsínquia descobriram que as mulheres mais bonitas têm mais filhos que as mulheres menos atraentes, e que a maioria dessas crianças são meninas. Quando as filhas crescerem, tem mais probabilidades de serem bonitas como as mães. Com o passar de diversas gerações, as mulheres que já são bem parecidas tem tendência a ficar ainda mais bonitas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em contraste, os homens não estão a ficar mais bonitos porque os casais bem parecidos têm menos probabilidades de ter um menino que uma menina. Os cientistas afirmam que os homens são tão feios como seus irmãos homens das cavernas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus Jokela, um pesquisador da Universidade de Helsinque estudou mais de 2.000 americanos com mais de 40 anos. A atractividade de cada par foi medida a partir de imagens tiradas durante o estudo. Jokela descobriu que as mulheres bonitas tiveram 16 por cento mais filhos que as mulheres menos atraentes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um outro estudo realizado em 2006 na Escola de Economia de Londres descobriu que os pais mais atraentes tem mais probabilidade de ter filhas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os cientistas dizem que a atracção física aumenta mais o sucesso reprodutivo das mulheres do que dos homens. Como os pais mais atraentes têm mais filhas e esta propriedade é herdada, segue-se que as mulheres tornam-se mais bonitas com o passar das gerações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[via: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/5912250/Women-getting-more-beautiful-say-scientists.html&quot;&gt;Telegraph UK&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/4317431250770338236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/08/scientists-say-women-are-getting-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/4317431250770338236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/4317431250770338236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/08/scientists-say-women-are-getting-more.html' title='Scientists Say Women Are Getting More Beautiful'/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110821408735197982407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyBL72qXHek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAA1fg/dkAdDi-hMKM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442328634919701751.post-6995500349536365271</id><published>2009-07-18T08:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T16:36:58.146+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Breasts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crackpot Theories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Increase life span"/><title type='text'>Increase your life span</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align:justify&quot;&gt;This information cames from the New England Journal of Medicine and brings great news for girl watchers: Medical experts have discovered that ogling over women&#39;s breasts is good for a man&#39;s health and can add years to his life. According to the New England Journal of Medicine, &quot;Just 10 minutes of staring at the charms of a well-endowed female is roughly equivalent to a 30-minute aerobics work-out&quot; declared gerontologist Dr. Karen Weatherby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Weatherby and fellow researchers at three hospitals in Frankfurt, Germany, reached the startling conclusion after comparing the health of 200 male outpatients - half of whom were instructed to look at busty females daily, the other half told to refrain from doing so. The study revealed that after five years, the chest-watchers had lower blood pressure, slower resting pulse rates and fewer instances of coronary artery disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sexual excitement gets the heart pumping and improves blood circulation,&quot; explains Dr. Weatherby. &quot;There&#39;s no question: Gazing at breasts makes men healthier.&quot; &quot;Our study indicates that engaging in this activity a few minutes daily cuts the risk of stroke and heart attack in half. We believe that by doing so consistently, the average man can extend his life four to five years.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don&#39;t belive this, check it on &lt;a href=&quot;http://content.nejm.org/&quot;&gt;New England Journal&lt;/a&gt; or read this article on the &lt;a href=&quot;http://books.google.com/books?id=EfADAAAAMBAJ&amp;pg=PA47&quot;&gt;Weekly World News&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i care about my readers and i want to increase their life span, i will post a nice picture here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://fineartamerica.com/images-medium/small-smirk-richard-simonsen.jpg&quot;/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Don&#39;t forget to check daily this foto in order to cut the risk of stroke and heart attack in half, and in order to extend your life four to five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/6995500349536365271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/07/increase-your-life-span.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/6995500349536365271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/6995500349536365271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/07/increase-your-life-span.html' title='Increase your life span'/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110821408735197982407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyBL72qXHek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAA1fg/dkAdDi-hMKM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442328634919701751.post-1309764288613019553</id><published>2009-07-17T19:25:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-12T20:54:04.830+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crackpot Theories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fishing"/><title type='text'>Fishing tutorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align:justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro e antes de tudo mais, gostaria de agradecer ao meu mestre Ricardo Dias pelos seus dois ou três conselhos que me ajudaram em muito nesta minha carreira de pescador.&lt;br /&gt;Foi através deles que consegui pescar o maior peixe da minha vida. Sem exagerar o peixe media à vontade 3-4 centímetros. Se ele não me diz: “puxa que já apanhas-te um”, ainda hoje lá estava à espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo com o tempo as coisas mudaram. Depois de ter dedicado muito do meu tempo à psicologia peixil (Sim eu sei, a palavra não existe! Mas confesso que a acho bem fixe), hoje decidi partilhar alguns segredos que nem em livros de pesca se encontram. Se ainda está a ler, fique desde já a saber, que ao seguir os conselhos que irei apresentar, vai-se tornar num pescador de classe mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro existem duas coisas essenciais que qualquer pescador deve saber. A primeira, é que só existe dois tipos de peixe: os grandes e os pequenos. No momento em que um peixe atinge o tamanho médio, é imediatamente devorado pelos grandes. Se os peixes de tamanho médio se alimentassem dos menores, então os menores nunca atingiriam momentaneamente o tamanho médio, o que levava a um absurdo. Assim sendo, um peixe ou é grande ou é pequeno. Se ouvirem alguém a dizer: “pesquei um peixe mas não era nem pequeno nem grande” ou “era médio” agora já sabem: bah, está a mentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na imagem que se segue, é possível observar (e de um modo irónico) porque os peixes pequenos nunca são comidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.brunosimoes.org/images/comics/fishing_1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;500&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que já sabem quantos tipos de peixe existem, já é mais fácil elaborar tácticas de pesca especificas. Não perca a atenção nesta parte, e sugiro inclusive que leia duas vezes para que não lhe escape nada.&lt;br /&gt;O processo de pesca é diferente para cada um deste tipo de peixes. Para os grandes e velhos siga o resumo de 1000 palavras apresentado pela imagem seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.brunosimoes.org/images/comics/fishing_2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;500&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por motivos de copyright não foi possível apresentar a capa do livro na imagem, contudo fique a saber que diversos estudos provaram que o uso de revistas de alta qualidade como a Playfish tem apresentado excelentes resultados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso queira apanhar peixes pequenos, simplesmente prenda uma nota. Tenha sempre em atenção que eles não tem qualquer motivação por moedas pretas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.brunosimoes.org/images/comics/fishing_3.jpg&quot; width=&quot;500&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Para terminar este valioso tuturial de pesca avancado quero referir duas coisas essenciais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Se não gosta de ir a pesca mas prefere sempre ser comido, então vá dar comer aos peixes. Alguém tem que alimentar os pequenos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.brunosimoes.org/images/comics/fishing_4.jpg&quot; width=&quot;500&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Se até gosta de ir a pesca, mas partiu a cana da ultima vez, porque na tinha lido este tutorial pode ser passar o tempo a jogar o seguinte puzzle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.brunosimoes.org/images/comics/fishing_5.jpg&quot; width=&quot;500&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve-se estar a perguntar: mas como é que apareceram os peixes grandes, se os médios são sempre comidos. Bem ... como exercício descubra primeiro que o que apareceu primeiro: o ovo ou a galinha.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/1309764288613019553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/07/fishing-tutorial.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/1309764288613019553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/1309764288613019553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/07/fishing-tutorial.html' title='Fishing tutorial'/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110821408735197982407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyBL72qXHek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAA1fg/dkAdDi-hMKM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442328634919701751.post-4382948169562911218</id><published>2009-07-08T04:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T16:31:31.163+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comedy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Silly questions"/><title type='text'>Silly questions</title><content type='html'>In the future when your children ask you silly questions such as “Why do I have to learn this stuff?”, do what any self-respecting parent should do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.brunosimoes.org/images/comics/math.jpg&quot; width=&quot;500&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/4382948169562911218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/07/silly-questions.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/4382948169562911218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/4382948169562911218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/07/silly-questions.html' title='Silly questions'/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110821408735197982407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyBL72qXHek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAA1fg/dkAdDi-hMKM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442328634919701751.post-4307218717138016933</id><published>2009-07-02T04:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:35:40.404+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bruno Simões"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philosophical Issues"/><title type='text'>Bruno Simões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align:justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who I Am ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a name, which can be written in several ways. A name that can be long or of difficult pronunciation.&lt;br /&gt;I am just a simple identification number, which changes according to some context.&lt;br /&gt;I am a color picture composed by three primary colors.&lt;br /&gt;I am the representation of my own actions, which are also the product of several societies from where I am member.&lt;br /&gt;I am the one writing on this blog without knowing why. &lt;br /&gt;I love to do the rain dance - go outside, run in an oval and scream in a different language: thunder, lightning, rain. &lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I am just a lost soul fulfilled with fire, flying over the wind and waiting the opportunity to jump into the ground in order to be free.&lt;br /&gt;This is who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Am ?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;I consider myself a member of the species Homo Sapiens and a culmination of millions of years of evolution, adaptation and survival. Besides that, I can also describe myself as a temporary collection of assorted atoms that have been re-cycled from other objects. Therefore, I will not disappear from the universe with my inevitable demise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since atoms are so small, and the human body is made up of such a vast number of them (20 million hydrogen atoms to make a line 1 millimeter long), it is very likely, for example, that some of the atoms incorporated into my body, possibly as many as a billion, once were part of Plato, or Aristotle, or Julius Caesar.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why I&#39;m smartest when it comes to social intelligence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/4307218717138016933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/07/bruno-simoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/4307218717138016933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/4307218717138016933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/07/bruno-simoes.html' title='Bruno Simões'/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110821408735197982407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyBL72qXHek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAA1fg/dkAdDi-hMKM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442328634919701751.post-2798970738394114205</id><published>2009-07-01T05:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T12:50:41.967+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Welcome"/><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Speech is civilization itself.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The word, even the most&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;contradictory word, preserves contact --&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;it is silence which isolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align:justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;THOMAS MANN, Magic Mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everybody. Welcome to my official blog, also entitled &quot;&lt;em&gt;Bruno the Great&lt;/em&gt;&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;I had two other blogs but as you may know, strange things can happen at any moment. For that reason they do not exist anymore. On my opinion they were kidnapped by four aliens in order to conduct some studies or experiments [ I hope they catch some green virus! ].&lt;br /&gt;As is well known, first impressions are always very important. For that reason, I will tell you what you need to know about this new blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Things will happen for free. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They (Things happening for free) may expose irrational theories. Sometimes even contradictory ones. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes they are difficult to understand. If you have no idea about what i&#39;m writing, don&#39;t worry drink a bear and read again (if you insist, everything will became clear). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In this blog everything will be encrypted using PSSAMAS2FM (Philosophic Syndrome for Senseless and Alienated Minds ...). If you never heard about it, don&#39;t worry. You can still be a geek. If you want to suggest a new name please feel free to not do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expressions such as &quot;hey dude, you want some weed?&quot; can be common.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hippies are welcome on Fridays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some further helpful suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you don&#39;t like Beatles please read this blog from the &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;-to-&lt;em&gt;left &lt;/em&gt;(RTL). If you can&#39;t read any word, try from the &lt;em&gt;left&lt;/em&gt;-to-&lt;em&gt;right &lt;/em&gt;(LTR).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Octopus is against this blog!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Truth is relative. So take that in account if you find some fake stories.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think everything is quite clear now. For sure nobody will have a question. Anyway, please feel free to leave a comment at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/07/bruno-simoes.html&quot;&gt;Bruno Simões&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/feeds/2798970738394114205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/06/welcome.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/2798970738394114205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442328634919701751/posts/default/2798970738394114205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brunosimoes.org/2009/06/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Bruno Simões</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110821408735197982407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fyBL72qXHek/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAA1fg/dkAdDi-hMKM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>