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Já lá vai um pouco mais de um ano que me mudei, que mudei de trabalho e de cidade. Mudei um pouco de vida e recomecei... foi mais, comecei uma vida, que enquanto estive em Lisboa, para mim não era bem uma vida, era mais uma etapa de transição.&lt;br /&gt;
Com esta mudança fiquei a perceber para quem eu contava no meu circulo de amigos. Tive surpresas boas, infelizmente tive umas menos boas, mas assim fiquei a conhecer mais verdadeiramente certos amigos e fez-me abrir os olhos sobre outros, sobre o que eram e me recusava a ver.&lt;br /&gt;
Após&amp;nbsp;um ano&amp;nbsp;mantenho&amp;nbsp;os amigos, que são mesmo amigos, isto mesmo que não fale muito com eles e esteja muito poucas vezes com eles. E começo a ter novos por estes lados :)&lt;br /&gt;
Outra coisa muito boa, ando a fazer coisa que me seriam bem mais complicadas de fazer pela capital, por passar tempo a mais em transportes, por haver muito transito! Enfim, tenho qualidade de vida! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Em conclusão, foi uma óptima mudança! Arrependimento... ZERO!!! Sinto-me renascido.&lt;br /&gt;
Para quem me apoiou, para quem se mantém mais, ou menos, presente apesar da distancia, um Grande Obrigado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-684650233091821079?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/1ZFbXZUJZYc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/684650233091821079/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2011/10/pouca-mais-de-ano-depois.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/684650233091821079?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/684650233091821079?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/1ZFbXZUJZYc/pouca-mais-de-ano-depois.html" title="Pouca mais de ano depois...." /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cslAChEngcg/To4eoeCezYI/AAAAAAAARqw/B6fKzylnnhw/s72-c/IMG_6212" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bom Sucesso, Aveiro, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.6071771 -8.6447501</georss:point><georss:box>40.5830791 -8.6842321 40.6312751 -8.6052681</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2011/10/pouca-mais-de-ano-depois.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8DRXg8eSp7ImA9WhRTE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-6538307314443791260</id><published>2011-09-05T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T22:21:14.671Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-03T22:21:14.671Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><title>Final das férias</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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La se passaram mais umas ferias de verão. E o meu amor fez questão de marcar o final das mesmas com a tampa da lente :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-6538307314443791260?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/Egd6aYyOk6g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/6538307314443791260/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2011/09/final-das-ferias.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/6538307314443791260?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/6538307314443791260?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/Egd6aYyOk6g/final-das-ferias.html" title="Final das férias" /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixc3M57Epx8/TnEsyHwkNGI/AAAAAAAARac/nbt3pjKxsQY/s72-c/1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2011/09/final-das-ferias.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIHRng-fSp7ImA9WhdVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-4802076068669518759</id><published>2011-08-26T21:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T23:48:57.655+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-14T23:48:57.655+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Carros" /><title>Carrinho</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;
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A quantidade deste tipo de carro que se vê por metro quadrado por estas bandas...&lt;/div&gt;
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De volta ao Algarve, mas num lugar novo. Parece que já foi à muito anos que nao vinha para ca, mas não faz mais de 2 anos. Vamos ver como é este novo lugar...
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Pois é, já faz 2 meses que estou em Aveiro :)&lt;br /&gt;
Cidade nova, casa nova, trabalho novo, pessoas novas... enfim quase tudo novo... e está a ser uma mudança mesmo óptimo. Poderia dizer que é recomeço, mas sinto isto mais como um começo... como o começo do resto da minha vida! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Esta mudança, sem eu prever nem ter imaginado isso, deu para perceber quem era mesmo amigo e para quem eu contava. E tive surpresas e desilusões, a vida é assim e cada pessoa tem os seus valores e assim se fica a conhecer as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas em relação uma pessoa, houve algo que tinha imaginado que um dia podia acontecer... com tristeza minha isso aconteceu... e bem cedo... a letra a seguir está relaciona.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;Amel Bent - A Trop T'Aimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A trop t'aimer&lt;br /&gt;
A trop vouloir te passionner dans notre histoire.&lt;br /&gt;
A trop rêver&lt;br /&gt;
Ou a trop y croire&lt;br /&gt;
Je m'inventais de faux espoirs.&lt;br /&gt;
Pour toi, ce n'était qu'un jeu&lt;br /&gt;
Et tu n'y voyais rien de sérieux.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Moi j'avais des sentiments&lt;br /&gt;
Je croyais tellement,&lt;br /&gt;
Qu'avec du temps,&lt;br /&gt;
Tu apprendrais à te suffire de moi seulement&lt;br /&gt;
L'amour a des lois,&lt;br /&gt;
Qu'on n'commande pas comme ça,&lt;br /&gt;
Et toi tu ne m'aimais pas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A trop en faire&lt;br /&gt;
Pour te garder&lt;br /&gt;
Tu n'avais plus rien à gagner,&lt;br /&gt;
A trop me taire&lt;br /&gt;
Et tout céder&lt;br /&gt;
Tu as fini par te lasser.&lt;br /&gt;
Pour toi, ce n'était qu'un jeu&lt;br /&gt;
Tu n'y voyais rien de sérieux&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Moi j'avais des sentiments&lt;br /&gt;
Je croyais tellement&lt;br /&gt;
Qu'avec du temps&lt;br /&gt;
Tu apprendrais, à te suffire de moi seulement&lt;br /&gt;
L'amour a des lois&lt;br /&gt;
Qu'on n'commande pas comme ça,&lt;br /&gt;
Et toi tu ne m'aimais pas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Si c'était à refaire&lt;br /&gt;
Je ne donnerais pas autant&lt;br /&gt;
Je n'aurais pas été là tout le temps&lt;br /&gt;
Aussi entière, si sincère&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Moi j'avais des sentiments&lt;br /&gt;
Je croyais tellement&lt;br /&gt;
Qu'avec du temps&lt;br /&gt;
Tu apprendrais à te suffire de moi seulement&lt;br /&gt;
L'amour a des lois&lt;br /&gt;
Qu'on n'commande pas comme ça,&lt;br /&gt;
Et toi tu ne m'aimais pas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-4274102171520403374?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/4DV60EIdcN0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/4274102171520403374/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2010/11/faz-agora-2-meses.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/4274102171520403374?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/4274102171520403374?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/4DV60EIdcN0/faz-agora-2-meses.html" title="Faz agora 2 meses..." /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/TM3ooEb2tSI/AAAAAAAAQu0/00BnewlgT_k/s72-c/IMG_9513.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bom Sucesso, Aveiro, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.6071771 -8.6447501</georss:point><georss:box>40.5745961 -8.7031151 40.6397581 -8.5863851</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2010/11/faz-agora-2-meses.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ENR3o6fSp7ImA9Wx5bEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-4954938294802209880</id><published>2010-10-26T19:29:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:01:36.415+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-26T20:01:36.415+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Letra de Musica" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><title>Só quando for tarde de mais...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/TMcjii41bBI/AAAAAAAAQtw/R1wtLZ5jFj0/s1600/IMG_0807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/TMcjii41bBI/AAAAAAAAQtw/R1wtLZ5jFj0/s640/IMG_0807.jpg" width="640" alt="Anoitecer na Praia"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já era para ter posto esta letra aqui a já algum tempo, mas nunca mais me lembrei :P. Esta letra diz aqui uma grande verdade...&lt;br /&gt;
Por isso, aqui fica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;Rita Guerra - Só Quanto Já For Tarde Demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Fizeste promessas sem fim&lt;br /&gt;
tantos sentimentos juravas ter&lt;br /&gt;
tiveste de mim o que querias&lt;br /&gt;
e no final deixaste-me a sofrer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Depois de tanto ter caído&lt;br /&gt;
sem nada poder fazer&lt;br /&gt;
abro uma excepção por ti&lt;br /&gt;
para me voltar a arrepender&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E sem reservas me atirei&lt;br /&gt;
sempre pensado "agora sim"&lt;br /&gt;
eu já tinha tão pouco para dar&lt;br /&gt;
e tu levaste o que restou de mim&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só quando já for tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;
e nada mais houver a fazer&lt;br /&gt;
abraçado a mim vais querer respirar&lt;br /&gt;
mas não mais o irás fazer&lt;br /&gt;
E quando sentires que o mundo desabou&lt;br /&gt;
e só em mim tu vês um porto seguro&lt;br /&gt;
vais lembrar-te da verdade mais pura&lt;br /&gt;
foste tu quem decidiu p'los dois, este futuro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não serás mais que uma recordação&lt;br /&gt;
um reflexo num espelho que eu não vi&lt;br /&gt;
o mesmo espelho que hoje parto&lt;br /&gt;
para de vez esquecer de ti&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pois sem reservas me atirei&lt;br /&gt;
sempre pensado "agora sim"&lt;br /&gt;
eu já tinha tão pouco para dar&lt;br /&gt;
e tu levaste o que restou de mim&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só quando já for tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;
e nada mais houver a fazer&lt;br /&gt;
abraçado a mim vais querer respirar&lt;br /&gt;
mas não mais o irás fazer&lt;br /&gt;
E quando sentires que o mundo desabou&lt;br /&gt;
e só em mim tu vês um porto seguro&lt;br /&gt;
vais lembrar-te da verdade mais pura&lt;br /&gt;
foste tu quem decidiu p'los dois, este futuro&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Só quando já for tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;
e nada mais houver a fazer&lt;br /&gt;
abraçado a mim vais querer respirar&lt;br /&gt;
mas não mais o irás fazer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Só quando já for tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;
e nada mais houver a fazer&lt;br /&gt;
abraçado a mim vais querer respirar&lt;br /&gt;
mas não mais o irás fazer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E quando sentires que o mundo desabou&lt;br /&gt;
e só em mim tu vês um porto seguro&lt;br /&gt;
vais lembrar-te da verdade mais pura&lt;br /&gt;
foste tu quem decidiu p'los dois, este futuro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Este Futuro...&lt;br /&gt;
Este Futuro...&lt;br /&gt;
Este Futuro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-4954938294802209880?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/Yt-jfRu5zMI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/4954938294802209880/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-quando-for-tarde-de-mais.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/4954938294802209880?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/4954938294802209880?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/Yt-jfRu5zMI/so-quando-for-tarde-de-mais.html" title="Só quando for tarde de mais..." /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/TMcjii41bBI/AAAAAAAAQtw/R1wtLZ5jFj0/s72-c/IMG_0807.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bom Sucesso, Aveiro, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.6071771 -8.6447501</georss:point><georss:box>40.5745961 -8.7031151 40.6397581 -8.5863851</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-quando-for-tarde-de-mais.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAFRng_fCp7ImA9Wx5WFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-5696888422227315397</id><published>2010-09-26T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:48:37.644+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-26T22:48:37.644+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa..." /><title>Olá Aveiro!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/TJ-59EJTtxI/AAAAAAAAQs4/eAedzZjzN1o/s1600/Desktop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/TJ-59EJTtxI/AAAAAAAAQs4/eAedzZjzN1o/s640/Desktop.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após a despedida e o ponto final do ultimo livro, aqui começo um novo. Espero que dure muito... e vou lutar por isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Aproveito para deixar aqui uma frase que li hoje, que pode ser aplicada em muita situações:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;A tentação poderá tocar varias vezes à campainha, mas a oportunidade poderá tocar apenas uma vez à porta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-5696888422227315397?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/j-S-yWuyQhg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/5696888422227315397/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2010/09/ola-aveiro.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/5696888422227315397?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/5696888422227315397?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/j-S-yWuyQhg/ola-aveiro.html" title="Olá Aveiro!" /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/TJ-59EJTtxI/AAAAAAAAQs4/eAedzZjzN1o/s72-c/Desktop.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bom Sucesso, Aveiro, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.6071771 -8.6447501</georss:point><georss:box>40.5745961 -8.7031151 40.6397581 -8.5863851</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2010/09/ola-aveiro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMGQHwyeCp7ImA9Wx5RFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-4218526063631536884</id><published>2010-08-20T01:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T15:53:41.290+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-21T15:53:41.290+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa..." /><title>Lisboa, até à próxima</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/TG_mdRh6spI/AAAAAAAAQqc/2Y4w83VbmFI/s1600/Lisboa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/TG_mdRh6spI/AAAAAAAAQqc/2Y4w83VbmFI/s640/Lisboa.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A última pagina deste livro está escrita.&lt;br /&gt;
Chegou a hora de mudar, de dizer até a próxima, de dizer adeus...&lt;br /&gt;
Mas também de agradecer todos os amigos que conheci, que me acompanharam, que me ajudaram nos maus e nos bons momentos e espero que continuem presente.&lt;br /&gt;
Desde já estão convidados a me fazer um ou mais visitas a Aveiro :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-4218526063631536884?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/w2VIci42KQc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/4218526063631536884/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2010/08/lisboa-ate-proxima.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/4218526063631536884?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/4218526063631536884?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/w2VIci42KQc/lisboa-ate-proxima.html" title="Lisboa, até à próxima" /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/TG_mdRh6spI/AAAAAAAAQqc/2Y4w83VbmFI/s72-c/Lisboa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Sismaria, 2425 Leiria, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point>39.88026374455687 -8.863150477409363</georss:point><georss:box>39.87974924455687 -8.864062477409362 39.88077824455687 -8.862238477409363</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2010/08/lisboa-ate-proxima.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MMQ3gzfip7ImA9WxFWEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-6362426319349568171</id><published>2010-05-30T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:04:42.686+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-30T17:04:42.686+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa..." /><title>Sinto a tua falta</title><content type="html">Há dias assim em que não se consegue por de lado o que se sente... Não consigo não dizer que sinto a tua a falta...o teu carinho.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-6362426319349568171?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/xAOTAl7JHsU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/6362426319349568171/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2010/05/sinto-tua-falta.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/6362426319349568171?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/6362426319349568171?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/xAOTAl7JHsU/sinto-tua-falta.html" title="Sinto a tua falta" /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2010/05/sinto-tua-falta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UAQXk8cSp7ImA9WxBbFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-2060607860026101710</id><published>2010-03-13T17:02:00.075Z</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:27:20.779Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-13T17:27:20.779Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa..." /><title>Amo-te...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/S5a82-DgwCI/AAAAAAAAQVk/N_EQBcpehyE/s1600-h/IMG_3454.JPG" imageanchor="1" linkindex="46" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Casal ao Por do Sol" border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/S5a82-DgwCI/AAAAAAAAQVk/N_EQBcpehyE/s640/IMG_3454.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amo-te como nunca te amei e vou continuar a amar-te aconteça o que acontecer...ficarmos juntos ou não.&lt;br /&gt;
Por muito que me possas magoar, os meus sentimentos continuam muito fortes. &lt;br /&gt;
Por muito que a minha razão me diga que se continuar a lutar, vou continuar a sofrer, o meu coração continuara a falar mais alto, por mais que ele seja mal tratado. Enquanto existir uma pequena esperança ou alguma possibilidade de ficarmos juntos, o meu coração continuara a falar mais alto e muito dificilmente a razão terá voz....&lt;br /&gt;
Há dias que são muito difíceis e só me apetece dizer basta, quero te esquecer, quero deixar de sentir o que sinto por ti, deixar de sofrer... me sentir completamente livre... mas não funciona assim... &lt;br /&gt;
Mas mesmo com a distancia que deste, há dias em que a única coisa que queria era estar contigo... te dizer o quanto te amo... te demonstrar o quanto te amo... e mesmo não o podendo fazer, mando-te alguns sinais... nessas alturas sinto-me bem, mas um pouco triste por não conseguires me corresponder nem um pouco...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Por isso cada vez tenho menos forças, mas enquanto as tiver e enquanto me deixares, vou lutar para te conquistar... Mesmo que acho que será em vão... que não derá em nada... mas ao menos terei tentado até ao fim.... terei feito tudo o que estava ao meu alcance para agarrar esta última oportunidade que o destino me quis dar para ficar com quem me hipnotizou ao primeiro olhar... quem eu amei desde do primeiro olhar......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-2060607860026101710?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/eoupsaZF9ME" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/2060607860026101710/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2010/03/amo-te.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/2060607860026101710?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/2060607860026101710?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/eoupsaZF9ME/amo-te.html" title="Amo-te..." /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/S5a82-DgwCI/AAAAAAAAQVk/N_EQBcpehyE/s72-c/IMG_3454.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Sismaria, Leiria, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point>39.8811526 -8.8624045</georss:point><georss:box>39.8646866 -8.891587 39.8976186 -8.833222000000001</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2010/03/amo-te.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMNRH0zeSp7ImA9Wx5RFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-7431545063801795753</id><published>2009-09-26T10:28:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T15:54:55.381+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-21T15:54:55.381+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa..." /><title>Premonição ou desejo impossível?</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SrgHE0dZ3JI/AAAAAAAAPbU/VH22TMeCCWI/s1600-h/IMG_2647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SrgHE0dZ3JI/AAAAAAAAPbU/VH22TMeCCWI/s640/IMG_2647.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adoro ir à praia ver e ouvir o mar, mas já não fazia isso à muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;
No sábado lá fui eu, sozinho, até à praia ouvir o mar, mas também tirar umas fotos ao mar e as nuvens. Depois deitei-me na areia, fechei os olhos e fiquei a ouvir o mar...&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei se adormeci, por isso não sei se o que vou contar foi um sonho ou imaginação minha, mas quase pareceu realidade... O que aconteceu foi:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Sinto uma mão meiga e carinhosa pousar no meu peito e oiço uma voz doce chamar por mim a dizer que temos de ir embora... Então abro os olhos e vejo-te, com mais 40 ou 50 anos, a sorrir-me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Será alguma premonição ou simplesmente um desejo, que nunca se realizará, de viver contigo "até que a morte nos separe"?&lt;br /&gt;
Seja como for o que tiver de acontecer, vai acontecer.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-7431545063801795753?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/U66N0DXh0BI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/7431545063801795753/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2009/09/premonicao-ou-desejo-impossivel.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/7431545063801795753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/7431545063801795753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/U66N0DXh0BI/premonicao-ou-desejo-impossivel.html" title="Premonição ou desejo impossível?" /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SrgHE0dZ3JI/AAAAAAAAPbU/VH22TMeCCWI/s72-c/IMG_2647.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pedrogão, Leiria 2425, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point>39.9209577 -8.9525112</georss:point><georss:box>39.789306200000006 -9.1859707 40.0526092 -8.7190517</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2009/09/premonicao-ou-desejo-impossivel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUBRHo7eyp7ImA9WxBbE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-8766403662353228287</id><published>2009-08-25T00:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:40:55.403Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-11T22:40:55.403Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Viagem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa..." /><title>O passado voltou à Rocha</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SpMpWbU49OI/AAAAAAAAPSU/j5Ml4fvS4Mk/s1600-h/image-upload-173-761462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Carrossel à noite" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SpMpWbU49OI/AAAAAAAAPSU/j5Ml4fvS4Mk/s400/image-upload-173-761462.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Será que a Praia da Rocha voltou ao passado? Pelo menos quando ca venho volto sempre um pouco ao passado....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-8766403662353228287?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/z9XQzvPjDpg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/8766403662353228287/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-passado-voltou-rocha.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/8766403662353228287?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/8766403662353228287?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/z9XQzvPjDpg/o-passado-voltou-rocha.html" title="O passado voltou à Rocha" /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SpMpWbU49OI/AAAAAAAAPSU/j5Ml4fvS4Mk/s72-c/image-upload-173-761462.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Praia da Rocha, Portimão, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point>37.117937792981635 -8.543275594711304</georss:point><georss:box>37.116868292981636 -8.545099594711303 37.119007292981635 -8.541451594711305</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-passado-voltou-rocha.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEHRHY5eip7ImA9WxJVGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-8564571167821049336</id><published>2009-07-04T23:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:57:15.822+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-05T23:57:15.822+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa..." /><title>Ave gelada...</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/Sk_YXrMnWKI/AAAAAAAAOyg/geQtWr-efyc/s1600-h/image-upload-344-717974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/Sk_YXrMnWKI/AAAAAAAAOyg/geQtWr-efyc/s400/image-upload-344-717974.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aqui esta uma suculento mistura de gelado,fruta fresca, avelã e a incontornável chantilly. Tudo misturado representando uma ave numa taça.&lt;br /&gt;
Para vos por ainda mais agua na boca... Estava mesmo muito BOM!&lt;br /&gt;
Se quiserem um parecido, é só ir a Gelataria Italiana na Figueira da Foz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-8564571167821049336?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/lrkvduVExEc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/8564571167821049336/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2009/07/ave-gelada.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/8564571167821049336?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/8564571167821049336?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/lrkvduVExEc/ave-gelada.html" title="Ave gelada..." /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/Sk_YXrMnWKI/AAAAAAAAOyg/geQtWr-efyc/s72-c/image-upload-344-717974.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Buarcos, Figueira da Foz 3080, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.16481776756337 -8.875992894172668</georss:point><georss:box>40.16430526756337 -8.876904894172668 40.16533026756337 -8.875080894172669</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2009/07/ave-gelada.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEICQnk7eip7ImA9Wx5RFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-1220227847178406763</id><published>2009-02-03T22:54:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-08-21T15:56:03.702+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-21T15:56:03.702+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa..." /><title>Ultimo adeus...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SZC77faAZMI/AAAAAAAAMS0/DsRerg3-PG4/s1600-h/IMG_6076+copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SZC77faAZMI/AAAAAAAAMS0/DsRerg3-PG4/s640/IMG_6076+copy.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sempre foste uma avó muito forte até ao último minuto. Deixas-te um grande vazio nas nossas vidas, mas continuarás para sempre nós nossos corações.&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho uma grande tristeza por não me ter despedido de ti enquanto estavas entre nós... E por isso te peço desculpas... Nestas alturas é que nos demos conta como é impossível voltar atrás, e como gostava de poder voltar atrás nem que fosse por um segundo...&lt;br /&gt;
A única coisa que posso fazer é dedicar-te está pequena homenagem e dizer-te Obrigado por tudo...Adeus...até...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-1220227847178406763?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/VHBRpf6-Abc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/1220227847178406763/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2009/02/ultimo-adeus.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/1220227847178406763?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/1220227847178406763?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/VHBRpf6-Abc/ultimo-adeus.html" title="Ultimo adeus..." /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SZC77faAZMI/AAAAAAAAMS0/DsRerg3-PG4/s72-c/IMG_6076+copy.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Sismaria, Leiria, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point>39.88028844403014 -8.863166570663452</georss:point><georss:box>39.87977394403014 -8.864078570663452 39.880802944030144 -8.862254570663453</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2009/02/ultimo-adeus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIMRHk-eyp7ImA9Wx5RFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-6892543986907725138</id><published>2008-12-14T23:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-08-21T15:56:25.753+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-21T15:56:25.753+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Letra de Musica" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><title>Promessas... Sonhos....</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SUWYbyEdvDI/AAAAAAAAK10/MfJHR-31hMo/s1600-h/IMG_9516+Copying.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Barcos Moliceiros e Ponte da Ria de Aveiro" border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SUWYbyEdvDI/AAAAAAAAK10/MfJHR-31hMo/s640/IMG_9516+Copying.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Porque as pessoas se obstinam a fazer certas promessas? Quando sabem que cumpri-las é difícil, que com o tempo tudo pode mudar sem quererem nem darem por nada e a promessa acaba por já não ser cumprida! &lt;br /&gt;
As promessas são tentativas de passar certos sonhos para a realidade, sonhos que muitas vezes nunca passaram de Sonhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;Menito Ramos - Promessas e juras de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Fujo nas asas do vento&lt;br /&gt;
À procura de saber quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;
Às vezes sinto que perdi o alento&lt;br /&gt;
E já não sei mais por onde vou&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agarro os pensamentos guardados em mim&lt;br /&gt;
E leve como o vento aceito o que sou&lt;br /&gt;
E sempre que esta dúvida é mais forte&lt;br /&gt;
É contigo que eu estou...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;As promessas e juras de amor&lt;br /&gt;
O nosso acordo selado com um beijo&lt;br /&gt;
Se me trocares um dia&lt;br /&gt;
Finjo não sofrer, pois não vejo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei que às vezes vou sentir de novo&lt;br /&gt;
Que caí no conto do vigário&lt;br /&gt;
Só não quero sentir mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;
Que fui actor num papel secundário&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agarro os pensamentos guardados em mim&lt;br /&gt;
E leve como o vento aceito o que sou&lt;br /&gt;
E sempre que esta dúvida é mais forte&lt;br /&gt;
É contigo que eu estou...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;As promessas e juras de amor&lt;br /&gt;
O nosso acordo selado com um beijo&lt;br /&gt;
Se me trocares um dia&lt;br /&gt;
Finjo não sofrer, pois não vejo...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As promessas e juras de amor&lt;br /&gt;
O nosso acordo selado com um beijo&lt;br /&gt;
Se me trocares um dia&lt;br /&gt;
Finjo não sofrer, pois não vejo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Como um pássaro ferido abro as asas em vão&lt;br /&gt;
E sofrendo quero recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;
E de novo a ti eu peço que me estendas a mão&lt;br /&gt;
Pois apesar de tudo é contigo que&lt;br /&gt;
eu quero estar...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;As promessas e juras de amor&lt;br /&gt;
O nosso acordo selado com um beijo&lt;br /&gt;
Se me trocares um dia&lt;br /&gt;
Finjo não sofrer, pois não vejo...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As promessas e juras de amor&lt;br /&gt;
O nosso acordo selado com um beijo&lt;br /&gt;
Se me trocares um dia&lt;br /&gt;
Finjo não sofrer, pois não vejo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-6892543986907725138?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/Rea892QJgLY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/6892543986907725138/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/12/promessas-sonhos.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/6892543986907725138?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/6892543986907725138?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/Rea892QJgLY/promessas-sonhos.html" title="Promessas... Sonhos...." /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SUWYbyEdvDI/AAAAAAAAK10/MfJHR-31hMo/s72-c/IMG_9516+Copying.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Odivelas, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point>38.7926705 -9.1827242</georss:point><georss:box>38.7257725 -9.299453699999999 38.8595685 -9.0659947</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/12/promessas-sonhos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkECR306eyp7ImA9WxRbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-7227741747409442356</id><published>2008-11-30T14:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:24:26.313Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-30T15:24:26.313Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa..." /><title>Mais um ano....</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SM2nw1gE27I/AAAAAAAAI2E/QRiu4Fb26Lc/s1600/IMG_0514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SM2nw1gE27I/AAAAAAAAI2E/QRiu4Fb26Lc/s400/IMG_0514.JPG" alt="Lisboa à noite"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acaba de passar mais um ano. Quando olho para este ultimo ano, como começou e como acabou... não houve grandes mudanças! Não houve porque não fiz por isso, fiquei muito no meu canto, as vezes por vontade própria outras inconscientemente... foi simplesmente mais um ano.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas o pior aconteceu no primeiro dia de mais um ano, andei sempre convencido que tinha conseguido virar a pagina relacionada contigo.... mas quando recebi a tua mensagens, uma simples mensagem de anos, que já não esperava receber... parece que me caiu em cima uma avalanche de sentimentos que rebentou com a carapaça que tinha conseguido construir nos últimos meses. &lt;br /&gt;
Porque continuas a mexes tanto comigo? Porque quando penso e falo de ti, tenho tantas perguntas sem respostas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-7227741747409442356?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/qj2irbL149I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/7227741747409442356/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/11/mais-um-ano.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/7227741747409442356?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/7227741747409442356?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/qj2irbL149I/mais-um-ano.html" title="Mais um ano...." /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SM2nw1gE27I/AAAAAAAAI2E/QRiu4Fb26Lc/s72-c/IMG_0514.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/11/mais-um-ano.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAHRXo5fCp7ImA9WxRbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-8932077730439558390</id><published>2008-08-29T10:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:25:34.424Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-30T15:25:34.424Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Viagem" /><title>Onde está a praia?</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SLe7sTY9GiI/AAAAAAAAIe0/1kXiJr4uYqs/s1600-h/image-upload-4-789480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SLe7sTY9GiI/AAAAAAAAIe0/1kXiJr4uYqs/s400/image-upload-4-789480.jpg" alt="Praia da Rocha com nevoeiro"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Como a foto do &lt;i&gt;post&lt;/i&gt; anterior esta foto foi tirada da varanda da casa esta manha. Quando olhei para janela na cozinha pensei, porque taparam a janela com uma coisa branca?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-8932077730439558390?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/TIPhFlqfTzs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/8932077730439558390/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/08/onde-est-praia.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/8932077730439558390?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/8932077730439558390?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/TIPhFlqfTzs/onde-est-praia.html" title="Onde está a praia?" /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SLe7sTY9GiI/AAAAAAAAIe0/1kXiJr4uYqs/s72-c/image-upload-4-789480.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/08/onde-est-praia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAMQXk_cCp7ImA9WxRbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-8689647128076435638</id><published>2008-08-26T20:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:26:20.748Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-30T15:26:20.748Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Viagem" /><title>Vista sobre a marginal</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SLReamFLZzI/AAAAAAAAIeo/CZIaOXuomPQ/s1600-h/image-upload-144-702073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Panorâmica na Praia da Rocha" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SLReamFLZzI/AAAAAAAAIeo/CZIaOXuomPQ/s400/image-upload-144-702073.jpg"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vista, a 1km da marginal, sobre a floresta de prédios. A grande maioria tem mais de 10 andares!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-8689647128076435638?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/pE_tiGtmJ8g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/8689647128076435638/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/08/vista-sobre-marginal.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/8689647128076435638?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/8689647128076435638?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/pE_tiGtmJ8g/vista-sobre-marginal.html" title="Vista sobre a marginal" /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SLReamFLZzI/AAAAAAAAIeo/CZIaOXuomPQ/s72-c/image-upload-144-702073.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/08/vista-sobre-marginal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cFQ34yeSp7ImA9WxRbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-4762101006067082031</id><published>2008-08-20T15:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:30:12.091Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-30T15:30:12.091Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Viagem" /><title>Animação...</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SKwoMzKUPyI/AAAAAAAAIeA/8zhu6hfTLRw/s1600-h/image-upload-166-734874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SKwoMzKUPyI/AAAAAAAAIeA/8zhu6hfTLRw/s400/image-upload-166-734874.jpg" alt="Animação à noite na marginal da Praia da Rocha"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alguma da animação na noite da Praia da Rocha. Um homem estátua a tentar iluminar a noite dos passantes com a sua tocha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-4762101006067082031?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/vpZ-jbQfNyA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/4762101006067082031/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/08/animao_20.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/4762101006067082031?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/4762101006067082031?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/vpZ-jbQfNyA/animao_20.html" title="Animação..." /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SKwoMzKUPyI/AAAAAAAAIeA/8zhu6hfTLRw/s72-c/image-upload-166-734874.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/08/animao_20.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cMRXY8eip7ImA9WxRbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-7552817051651634241</id><published>2008-08-18T01:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:31:24.872Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-30T15:31:24.872Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Viagem" /><title>Festival da Sardinha</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SKi8nS8DDnI/AAAAAAAAIdo/gSCouJ1JLVU/s1600-h/image-upload-78-785328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SKi8nS8DDnI/AAAAAAAAIdo/gSCouJ1JLVU/s400/image-upload-78-785328.jpg" alt="Fogo de artificio em Portimão"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Noite em Portimão. Fogo de artifício do encerramento do festival, foi a única coisa q vimos, porque a maior parte do tempo passam-o-lo a jantar! :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-7552817051651634241?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/7PSc2HNdhlc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/7552817051651634241/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/08/festival-da-sardinha.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/7552817051651634241?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/7552817051651634241?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/7PSc2HNdhlc/festival-da-sardinha.html" title="Festival da Sardinha" /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SKi8nS8DDnI/AAAAAAAAIdo/gSCouJ1JLVU/s72-c/image-upload-78-785328.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/08/festival-da-sardinha.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YFSX49fSp7ImA9WxRbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-8059566564482996509</id><published>2008-08-16T18:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:31:58.065Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-30T15:31:58.065Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Viagem" /><title>Chegada...</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SKcOjayiBDI/AAAAAAAAIdg/NbUeUPtrqXo/s1600-h/image-upload-51-789593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SKcOjayiBDI/AAAAAAAAIdg/NbUeUPtrqXo/s400/image-upload-51-789593.jpg" alt="Praia da Rocha"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Primeira foto tirada a chegada a Praia da Rocha. Como sempre muitas boas recordações vem ao de cima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-8059566564482996509?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/VzTebb-zG84" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/8059566564482996509/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/08/chegada.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/8059566564482996509?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/8059566564482996509?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/VzTebb-zG84/chegada.html" title="Chegada..." /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/SKcOjayiBDI/AAAAAAAAIdg/NbUeUPtrqXo/s72-c/image-upload-51-789593.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/08/chegada.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YBRXk9fSp7ImA9WxRbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-4647118081378772686</id><published>2008-05-12T00:31:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:32:34.765Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-30T15:32:34.765Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa..." /><title>És a minha "droga"</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hsonic/PraiaDaBarra/photo#5199260083879662450"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hsonic/SCd7f9qD03I/AAAAAAAAHO0/cGjWtVfrXOM/s400/IMG_9476%20%281%29.jpg" alt="Farol da Praia da Barra em Aveiro"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lá se passou mais uma semana de ferias, as quais serviram para descansar e tentar esquecer um pouco o trabalho... mas não se pode dizer que tenha tido muita paz nesse ponto... mas bom, podia ter sido pior.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nesta 5ª feira aproveitei o dia todo para uma "secção" de fotografias pelas praias existentes entre a Figueira da Foz e Aveiro e mais mesmo tempo para conhecer um pouco as mesmas. As fotos que tirei estam publicas no site habitual, no &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hsonic"&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;. Foi um dia bem passado so foi pena o tempo não ter estado muito bom, mas felizmente só apanhei meia dúzia da pingos.&lt;br /&gt;
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O pior, se assim se pode dizer, foi quando cheguei a Praia da Barra... não começou a chover, mas tive uma grande mistura de sentimentos, algo de difícil de descrever, fiquei com um nó no estômago, com as pernas meio a tremer enfim com medo só de pensar que te poderia ver, que poderias aparecer a minha frente ao virar duma esquina...&lt;br /&gt;
Como ia até Aveiro, também passei o dia a interrogar-me se devia te convidar para comer um gelado comigo, queria mesmo estar um pouco contigo, tenho imensas saudades de te ver, de falar contigo, o bem estar que sinto quando estou contigo... mas infelizmente sei que depois iria ser bem pior para mim, porque a dor seria imenso...&lt;br /&gt;
É algo que nunca percebi, continue sem perceber e provavelmente nunca vou perceber, porque passado este tempo todo continuas a mexer comigo desta maneira... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-4647118081378772686?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/phWX4wvTOkQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/4647118081378772686/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/05/s-minha-droga.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/4647118081378772686?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/4647118081378772686?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/phWX4wvTOkQ/s-minha-droga.html" title="És a minha &quot;droga&quot;" /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hsonic/SCd7f9qD03I/AAAAAAAAHO0/cGjWtVfrXOM/s72-c/IMG_9476%20%281%29.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/05/s-minha-droga.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4NRnwyeCp7ImA9WxZUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-7452058689265766822</id><published>2008-03-15T23:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-04-07T01:09:57.290+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-07T01:09:57.290+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Minhas Fotos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa..." /><title>Mais um dia....</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/R90e5K21nqI/AAAAAAAAGWs/QpAKMa09cao/s1600-h/IMG_9057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/R90e5K21nqI/AAAAAAAAGWs/QpAKMa09cao/s400/IMG_9057.JPG" border="0" alt="Por do Sol"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178329114061676194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Continuamos longe, há muito tempo que não falamos, e da ultima vez que falamos tive a sensação que já não era a mesma coisa. Isto também podia ser porque eu estava esquisito e tu também podias não estar muito bem. Se não era nada isto, sera que a distância está a fazer o "seu efeito"? Será que a distância nos ta a tornar estrangeiros?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja como for, hoje pensei em ti, senti saudades das nossas conversas, da "cumplicidade" que tínhamos... tive uma enorme vontade de te mandar uma mensagem, nem que fosse só para saber como estavas, se estava tudo bem contigo. E em frente a este Sol entre escondidas pelas nuvens que o levavam a mais um mergulho neste Mar, peguei no telemóvel e comecei a escrever-te uma mensagem... Mas não sei bem porque não a mandei, se por medo, por pensar de mais, por achar que simplesmente não devia, por não fazer sentido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja como for, espero que esteja tudo bem contigo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-7452058689265766822?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/8KpxRVu4gQE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/7452058689265766822/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/03/mais-um-dia.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/7452058689265766822?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/7452058689265766822?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/8KpxRVu4gQE/mais-um-dia.html" title="Mais um dia...." /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/R90e5K21nqI/AAAAAAAAGWs/QpAKMa09cao/s72-c/IMG_9057.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/03/mais-um-dia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8MR3gyeip7ImA9WxZUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-1795989620143769292</id><published>2008-02-17T21:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-07T01:08:06.692+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-07T01:08:06.692+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Letra de Musica" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa..." /><title>Carrossel de emoções</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/R7hmTrSdcuI/AAAAAAAAGJo/-nMMpntBqKU/s1600-h/394341851_d365acd17a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/R7hmTrSdcuI/AAAAAAAAGJo/-nMMpntBqKU/s400/394341851_d365acd17a.jpg" alt="Carrossel" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167993060631343842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mesmo após tanto tempo sem falarmos, quando vieste falar comigo, senti uma vaga de emoções indescritível.&lt;br /&gt;Porque passado este tempo todo sem se falarmos, sem se vermos, sem se ouvirmos, e mesmo com o que me fizeste sofrer, ainda me provocas este carrossel de emoções, que até fico tonto? Não consigo entender, estes sentimentos são tão incontrolável, tão mais forte do que a razão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero queira, quero não, tu estarás sempre, aqui dentro, presente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ana Moura - Até ao Fim do Fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então está tudo dito meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Por favor não penses mais em mim&lt;br /&gt;O que é eterno acabou connosco&lt;br /&gt;É este é o principio do fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então está tudo dito meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Por favor não penses mais em mim&lt;br /&gt;O que é eterno acabou connosco&lt;br /&gt;E este é o princípio do fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas sempre que te vir&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou sofrer&lt;br /&gt;E sempre que te ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou calar&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que chegares&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou fugir&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;Até ao fim do fim&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;Até ao fim do fim&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então está tudo dito meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Acaba aqui o que não tinha fim&lt;br /&gt;Para ser eterno tudo o que pensamos&lt;br /&gt;Precisava que pensasses mais em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti pensar a dois é uma prisão&lt;br /&gt;Para mim é a única forma de voar&lt;br /&gt;Precisas de agradar a muita gente&lt;br /&gt;Eu por mim só a ti queria agradar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas sempre que te vir&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou sofrer&lt;br /&gt;E sempre que te ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou calar&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que chegares&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou fugir&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;Até ao fim do fim&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;Até ao fim do fim&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;Até ao fim do fim&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;Até ao fim do fim&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-1795989620143769292?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/FcF_UJNxUsQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/1795989620143769292/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/02/carrossel-de-emoes.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/1795989620143769292?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/1795989620143769292?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/FcF_UJNxUsQ/carrossel-de-emoes.html" title="Carrossel de emoções" /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/R7hmTrSdcuI/AAAAAAAAGJo/-nMMpntBqKU/s72-c/394341851_d365acd17a.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2008/02/carrossel-de-emoes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QGQXw8fip7ImA9WB9SEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10334692.post-2465009453609050105</id><published>2007-10-02T01:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T01:35:20.276+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-02T01:35:20.276+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coisa..." /><title>Continuas a atormentar as minhas noites....</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/RuSC8hQuG2I/AAAAAAAAEEA/qcPeI6YWYH4/s1600-h/plages_064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/RuSC8hQuG2I/AAAAAAAAEEA/qcPeI6YWYH4/s400/plages_064.jpg" alt="Búzio na areia" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108351853577247586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque continuas a atormentar as minhas noites? Porque passo ainda noites a chorar por ti ao lembrar-me de todos o momentos que passamos juntos, de todas as conversas que tivemos, do que falei contigo e que nunca tinha falado com ninguém... Porque me fazes isto? Será que mereço isto? Porque não consigo esquecer-te, tu que me fizeste e continuas a fazer sofrer, cada vez que penso em ti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não consigo tirar um traço definitivo sobre ti? Neste momento a única resposta que encontro para responder a esta pergunta é: Tudo que é bom, dura o tempo suficiente para se tornar inesquecível! Será por não conseguir te esquecer que não consigo me aproximar ou interessar por mais ninguém, ou será por medo de voltar sofrer? Se for por algumas, ou as dois, destas razões que não o consigo, então so pode ser inconsciente... Como ei de lutar? Não me consigo ver ao lado de mais ninguém a não ser de ti....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só perguntas e não consigo ter nem uma resposta, que seja.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10334692-2465009453609050105?l=hsonic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~4/skq9leQbTMg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/feeds/2465009453609050105/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2007/09/continuas-atormentar-as-minhas-noites.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/2465009453609050105?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10334692/posts/default/2465009453609050105?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViverODiaADia/~3/skq9leQbTMg/continuas-atormentar-as-minhas-noites.html" title="Continuas a atormentar as minhas noites...." /><author><name>Hugo Gomes</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/111556084730296980427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1-AyDpkjeII/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAQ8o/kMTwxujmpAc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yahMyQRhTMI/RuSC8hQuG2I/AAAAAAAAEEA/qcPeI6YWYH4/s72-c/plages_064.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hsonic.blogspot.com/2007/09/continuas-atormentar-as-minhas-noites.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

