<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:29:45.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nude Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>409</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-1180342377030852835</id><published>2010-02-26T01:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-26T01:11:51.111Z</updated><title type='text'>Boa resposta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dúvida colocada no site das Finanças:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sou sócio do Sporting e estou a fazer a minha declaração de IRS. Como pago a quota de sócio todos os meses, devo colocar o Sporting como meu dependente? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resposta das Finanças:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Claro que não. Só pode colocar dependentes na Declaração de IRS quem ganhou alguma coisa em 2009. No seu caso, uma simples Declaração de Isento é o suficiente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Chefe da Repartição de Finanças de Alvalade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quartarepublica.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;daqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-1180342377030852835?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/1180342377030852835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=1180342377030852835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1180342377030852835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1180342377030852835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2010/02/boa-resposta.html' title='Boa resposta!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-4340611097443482830</id><published>2010-02-21T15:23:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:35:39.879Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque é bom regressar sem nunca ter partido!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/S4FSq26swpI/AAAAAAAAAho/AlewCU-rxVo/s1600-h/Back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440720721089970834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/S4FSq26swpI/AAAAAAAAAho/AlewCU-rxVo/s400/Back.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom rever amigos, daqueles que escrevemos no nosso sentimento. Depois da tormenta diz o ditote que a bonança se instala...se assim é não sei, mas é nos ensinamentos que a vida nos traz que descortinamos quem pode vir na mesma jangada que nós! Por vezes o coração pende para um lado, para aquela pessoa, mas se isto não é recíproco temos de humildemente reconhecer que ainda avaliamos mal o próximo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque é inerente a nós, à nossa condição, esse avaliar...não vale a pena a hipocrisia de nos colocarmos numa elite que não o faz. TODOS julgamos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para já só dizer que o que não nos deita abaixo torna-nos mais fortes... e acutilantes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-4340611097443482830?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/4340611097443482830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=4340611097443482830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/4340611097443482830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/4340611097443482830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2010/02/porque-e-bom-regressar-sem-nunca-ter.html' title='Porque é bom regressar sem nunca ter partido!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/S4FSq26swpI/AAAAAAAAAho/AlewCU-rxVo/s72-c/Back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-3018049388638414317</id><published>2010-01-31T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:18:27.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Para manter algum movimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Resolvi escrever de novo aqui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois bem, já escrevi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-3018049388638414317?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/3018049388638414317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=3018049388638414317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3018049388638414317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3018049388638414317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2010/01/para-manter-algum-movimento.html' title='Para manter algum movimento'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-5024652585708278448</id><published>2009-05-01T08:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T03:23:18.182+01:00</updated><title type='text'>15 anos depois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SfuJ9SNtiII/AAAAAAAAAhU/oKhCLGL8jbQ/s1600-h/AYRTON+SENNA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331006269877487746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SfuJ9SNtiII/AAAAAAAAAhU/oKhCLGL8jbQ/s400/AYRTON+SENNA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ayrton_Senna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayrton Senna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;21 Março 1960 - 1 de Maio de 1994&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-5024652585708278448?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/5024652585708278448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=5024652585708278448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5024652585708278448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5024652585708278448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2009/05/15-anos-depois.html' title='15 anos depois...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SfuJ9SNtiII/AAAAAAAAAhU/oKhCLGL8jbQ/s72-c/AYRTON+SENNA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-3695155164288356679</id><published>2009-04-28T00:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:00:24.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A sátira bem actual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;George Orwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-3695155164288356679?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/3695155164288356679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=3695155164288356679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3695155164288356679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3695155164288356679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2009/04/satira-bem-actual.html' title='A sátira bem actual'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-7839944331482026900</id><published>2009-04-27T11:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:51:30.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Venha ela!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E o começo de mais um dia, de mais uma semana...que culminará com uma valente piela! Saudades...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-7839944331482026900?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/7839944331482026900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=7839944331482026900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7839944331482026900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7839944331482026900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2009/04/venha-ela.html' title='Venha ela!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-4109716438515882227</id><published>2009-04-26T19:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:23:31.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Num instante tudo muda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dD0O9Vh1nk0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dD0O9Vh1nk0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Porque num instante tudo muda e cabe-nos a nós lutar contra!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inuminstantetudomuda.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.inuminstantetudomuda.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-4109716438515882227?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/4109716438515882227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=4109716438515882227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/4109716438515882227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/4109716438515882227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2009/04/num-instante-tudo-muda.html' title='Num instante tudo muda!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-9066730529097460474</id><published>2009-04-26T14:45:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:05:51.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim também eu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.socrates2009.pt/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328998883044687250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SfRoP_hU_ZI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vMMYzbWLbi8/s400/header.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isto é que é a aproximação do nosso governo ao país real? Àquele que não tem acesso à possíbilidade de gravar um vídeo com uma pergunta ao nosso primeiro-ministro para que ele responda via internet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas nem é isso que me choca, pois afinal também é importante alertar TODO o país que, embora tenhamos a sensação de nunca ser ouvidos pelos políticos, temos agora a possíbilidade de o fazer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Espanta-me a soberba de Sócrates após a resposta a cerca de 11 perguntas criteriozamente escolhidas - ele parecia ter feito MESMO um grande feito. De facto, se eu pudesse escolher as perguntas a que iria responder num exame, acho, melhor, tenho toda a certeza de que passaria com distinção. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Outra coisa, se algumas das pessoas deste país tivessem a possíbilidade de fazer uma pergunta ao primeiro-ministro de certo que bastariam bem menos do que 11 perguntas para que este perdesse a sua &lt;em&gt;doxa&lt;/em&gt; que tão bem o tem apoiado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tristeza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-9066730529097460474?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/9066730529097460474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=9066730529097460474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/9066730529097460474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/9066730529097460474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2009/04/assim-tambem-eu.html' title='Assim também eu!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SfRoP_hU_ZI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vMMYzbWLbi8/s72-c/header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-7829682777052678941</id><published>2009-04-25T23:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:56:53.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E se fosse hoje?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SfOTLzvFskI/AAAAAAAAAgs/MRytuBbxQ0s/s1600-h/25abril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328764615184986690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SfOTLzvFskI/AAAAAAAAAgs/MRytuBbxQ0s/s400/25abril.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje é o dia em que nós enquanto povo nos orgulhamos de ter conseguido uma revolução imaculada. Graças a ela, espaços singelos como este meu estaminé virtual são possíveis... Não pretendo dissertar sobre liberdade, nem sobre as utopias que levaram ao 25 de Abril. O meu pensamento vai para outro lado, para o presente neste caso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Penso, se hoje nos quisessemos revoltar, se quisessemos um outro 25 de Abril, conseguiriamos? Agora em vez do Desenvolvimento, da Democracia ou da Descolonização lutariamos por outros ideais... como a Igualdade, a Justiça, entre tantos outros que parecem desvirtuados pela classe política! Teriamos capacidade, mais, estariamos unidos o suficiente para sermos leais e encarar a luta até ao fim? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-7829682777052678941?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/7829682777052678941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=7829682777052678941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7829682777052678941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7829682777052678941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-se-fosse-hoje.html' title='E se fosse hoje?'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SfOTLzvFskI/AAAAAAAAAgs/MRytuBbxQ0s/s72-c/25abril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-969895922966424473</id><published>2009-04-25T17:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:58:23.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups...I did it again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SfNAHfQ0EMI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-I4KbMUexik/s1600-h/Chimp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328673281504710850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SfNAHfQ0EMI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-I4KbMUexik/s400/Chimp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mnh.si.edu/"&gt;Smithsonian's National Museum of Natural History&lt;/a&gt;, Washington DC, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-969895922966424473?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/969895922966424473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=969895922966424473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/969895922966424473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/969895922966424473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2009/04/upsi-did-it-again.html' title='Ups...I did it again!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SfNAHfQ0EMI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-I4KbMUexik/s72-c/Chimp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-8701314296670840475</id><published>2009-04-24T18:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:44:56.822+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SfH6jqazvOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/O6j13cARIco/s1600-h/trailer01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328315324745104610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SfH6jqazvOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/O6j13cARIco/s400/trailer01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“All men are created equal. No matter how hard you try, you can never erase those words.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Deste &lt;a href="http://www.castellolopesmultimedia.com/milk/index.htm"&gt;filme&lt;/a&gt; com nome de produto alimentar...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-8701314296670840475?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/8701314296670840475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=8701314296670840475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8701314296670840475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8701314296670840475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2009/04/thought.html' title='Thought'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SfH6jqazvOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/O6j13cARIco/s72-c/trailer01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-1324640800405398262</id><published>2009-04-24T18:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:32:18.521+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Só um número</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;789.000.000.000 USD&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; Valor a injectar pelas autoridades dos EUA no sistema financeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-1324640800405398262?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/1324640800405398262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=1324640800405398262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1324640800405398262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1324640800405398262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-um-numero.html' title='Só um número'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-56020689744541493</id><published>2009-04-24T08:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:32:01.339+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao sentimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algo que descobri gostar de ouvir de olhos bem fechados e volume bem lá no alto...arrepiante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=18yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9Sbzl2YpRnbh12by9SbvNmLoNXasdmblZmZ1hmL3d3d/Luciano%2520Pavarotti%2520%2520-%2520Giuseppe%2520Verdi%2520-%2520%2520Nessun%2520Dorma.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-56020689744541493?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/56020689744541493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=56020689744541493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/56020689744541493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/56020689744541493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2009/04/ao-sentimento.html' title='Ao sentimento'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-131832376873162001</id><published>2009-04-24T02:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:24:39.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Sarajevo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1loHeQIU3l4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1loHeQIU3l4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Porque me apetece recordar uma música que se extravasa...e quem o conseguir perceber será com toda a certeza alguém especial!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Se alguém existe que tenderá logo à partida a recorrer ao inusitado argumento de que por ser uma música de massas não presta...só posso lamentar! Mas todos diferentes...todos iguais! Acreditamos mesmo nisto?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-131832376873162001?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/131832376873162001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=131832376873162001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/131832376873162001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/131832376873162001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-sarajevo.html' title='Miss Sarajevo'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-791461118740012051</id><published>2009-04-23T01:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:00:21.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Já os despistei?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SfEPG9rRIMI/AAAAAAAAAf8/l8U5R8oKLbA/s1600-h/sem-inspiracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328056446465679554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SfEPG9rRIMI/AAAAAAAAAf8/l8U5R8oKLbA/s400/sem-inspiracao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já os despistei? Aos olhares indiscretos que determinam as letras que juntas dão corpo às palavras que vão colorir o que sinto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Turbilhão de acontecimentos que fervilham em mim a querer transbordar...Terei eu agora a paz de espírito para voltar ao meu espaço?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;São tantos os pensamentos soltos que precisam de um substracto para aderir e aí sedimentarem, enraizarem e &lt;em&gt;qui ça&lt;/em&gt; crescer sob a forma duma tal "&lt;strong&gt;maturidade&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não em apetece dizer mais...vou dormir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-791461118740012051?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/791461118740012051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=791461118740012051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/791461118740012051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/791461118740012051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2009/04/ja-os-despistei.html' title='Já os despistei?'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SfEPG9rRIMI/AAAAAAAAAf8/l8U5R8oKLbA/s72-c/sem-inspiracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-279879612690141650</id><published>2009-04-22T02:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:12:09.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CqO635TibGw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CqO635TibGw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Depeche Mode  - &lt;strong&gt;Wrong&lt;/strong&gt; (Sounds Of Universe, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-279879612690141650?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/279879612690141650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=279879612690141650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/279879612690141650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/279879612690141650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2009/04/wrong.html' title='Wrong'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-2453202783078384744</id><published>2008-12-04T02:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T02:43:48.454Z</updated><title type='text'>A contagem duma vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há tanto tempo...e regresso com o início duma contagem! Crescente ou decrescente? Não sei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-2453202783078384744?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/2453202783078384744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=2453202783078384744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2453202783078384744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2453202783078384744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/12/contagem-duma-vida.html' title='A contagem duma vida'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-1089321517195415430</id><published>2008-07-22T16:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:56:38.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Praga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SIYB0SibYeI/AAAAAAAAAYE/DTJeY7_8idg/s1600-h/Praga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225866415451103714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SIYB0SibYeI/AAAAAAAAAYE/DTJeY7_8idg/s400/Praga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; De regresso após uns dias e deambular por essa Europa...deixo aqui um "aroma" dos lugares por onde passei. Foto duma das inúmeras vistas da cidade de Praga, quando atravessamos a Ponte Carlos. Ao longe é visível o castelo da "cidade das cem cúpulas".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-1089321517195415430?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/1089321517195415430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=1089321517195415430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1089321517195415430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1089321517195415430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/07/praga.html' title='Praga...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SIYB0SibYeI/AAAAAAAAAYE/DTJeY7_8idg/s72-c/Praga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-8768193632918181681</id><published>2008-07-08T18:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:31:32.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa sorte p'rá você e p'rós mininos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SHOkRuvNuuI/AAAAAAAAAX8/D7ojU5QZCH0/s1600-h/Scolari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220697017563331298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SHOkRuvNuuI/AAAAAAAAAX8/D7ojU5QZCH0/s320/Scolari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luiz Felipe Scolari foi oficialmente apresentado como treinador da equipa inglesa do Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-8768193632918181681?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/8768193632918181681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=8768193632918181681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8768193632918181681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8768193632918181681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/07/boa-sorte-pr-voc-e-prs-mininos.html' title='Boa sorte p&apos;rá você e p&apos;rós mininos!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SHOkRuvNuuI/AAAAAAAAAX8/D7ojU5QZCH0/s72-c/Scolari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-5712821350552664297</id><published>2008-07-08T18:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:27:55.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Simplex...sempre ele!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SHOieWP8n7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/gZr3cUvPABU/s1600-h/Exames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220695035304779698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SHOieWP8n7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/gZr3cUvPABU/s320/Exames.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Intrigante estes resultados dos exames nacionais de acesso ao ensino superior. Matemática, esse papão dos tempos educacionais modernos, teve este ano um aproveitamento bem acima da média! Parece que dum ano para o outro os alunos portugueses ficaram &lt;em&gt;experts&lt;/em&gt; a Matemática. Calculo que o facilitismo concedido pelo Ministério da Educação na concepção da prova não terá nada a ver com os resultados obtidos. Ou terá?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acaba por ser melhor assim! Fazendo uma prova fácil a esta disciplina, acabam-se os estigmas associados ao aproveitamento na Matemática e aos olhos exteriores o Ministério da Educação sai "por cima"...afinal, a política educacional sempre deu resultados! Será que também aqui estamos na presença do SIMPLEX? É o Simplex na educação também...às tantas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Intrigante da mesma forma foram os resultados da prova de Português...na qual os alunos tiveram das piores prestações dos últimos anos. A questão fica: será que os alunos portugueses só conseguem ser bons a uma destas duas disciplinas, e este é o ano da Matemática? Ou então outra questão é possível: será que o Ministério da Educação se esqueceu de facilitar na prova de Português? E a última questão: não será injusto para quem trabalha verdadeiramente no ensino secundário (alunos e professores) chegar ao fim dum ano lectivo e assistir a esta autêntica "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;palhaçada Socratiana*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Socratiana é uma palavra que inventei, mas penso que era capaz de ser aceite num qualquer exame nacional. Presumo...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-5712821350552664297?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/5712821350552664297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=5712821350552664297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5712821350552664297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5712821350552664297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-simplexsempre-ele.html' title='O Simplex...sempre ele!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SHOieWP8n7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/gZr3cUvPABU/s72-c/Exames.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-6913197242227049032</id><published>2008-07-08T17:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:40:16.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ouvir...e sentir!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=0vMHZuV3bz9icm5SZlJnZuwWYvNmbpxWY2lmbyF2Y/PearlJam-%2520Black.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sheets of empty canvas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Untouched sheets of clay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Were laid spread out before me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As her body once did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All five horizons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Revolved around her soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As the earth to the sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now the air I tasted and breathed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Has taken a turn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ooh and all I taught her was everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ooh I know she gave me all that she wore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And now my bitter hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chafe beneath the clouds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of what was everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh the pictures have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All been washed in black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tattooed everything I take a walk outside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm surrounded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some kids at play I can feel their laughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So why do I sear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Round my head I'm spinning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, I'm spinning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How quick the sun can, drop away... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And now my bitter hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cradle broken glass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of what was everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All the pictures had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All been washed in black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tattooed everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All the love gone bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Turned my world to black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tattooed all I see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All that I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All I'll be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know someday you'll have a beautiful life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know you'll be a sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In somebody else's sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pearl Jam, Black (1991)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-6913197242227049032?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/6913197242227049032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=6913197242227049032&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/6913197242227049032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/6913197242227049032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/07/para-ouvire-sentir.html' title='Para ouvir...e sentir!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-3194592140486697143</id><published>2008-07-08T01:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:49:11.988+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que me apetece mesmo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje...para acabar o dia só queria ter o prazer dum verdadeiro ósculo. Um daqueles que nos entorpesse a mente e retira deste &lt;em&gt;delirium tremens&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-3194592140486697143?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/3194592140486697143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=3194592140486697143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3194592140486697143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3194592140486697143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-que-me-apetece-mesmo.html' title='O que me apetece mesmo...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-7150666277009193372</id><published>2008-07-08T01:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:53:36.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos lá?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vietname"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vietname&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;País dos sorrisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220437334869554306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SHK4GNUWNII/AAAAAAAAAXk/6aNfVunB9qU/s320/vietnam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"A maioria dos visitantes dizem que se sentem fascinados beleza sublime da natureza do Vietname e simpatia da sua população. Com uma geografia claramente privilegiada este país carregadíssimo de História encerra em si o Delta Vermelha do Rio no Norte, o Delta de Mekong no Sul e a faixa litoral inteira que mais não são do que um tecido de retalhos de arrozais verdes brilhantes de arroz semeado e cuidado por mulheres com chapéus em forma cónica e roupas muito coloridas. Há algumas praias fantásticas ao longo do litoral, enquanto que no interior há montanhas, algumas delas cobertas por florestas nebulosas e densas. Para além de uma paisagem natural fantástica o Vietname também oferece a oportunidade de ver um país de encanto tradicional e beleza rara que se abre ao mundo exterior. Apesar da sua liberalização económica continuada e as pressões de desenvolvimento rápido, este país dignificado conseguiu preservar a sua rica civilização e sociedade altamente culta. O Vietname ultrapassou as dificuldades do pós guerra e o crescimento do turismo tem ajudado ao desenvolvimento do país, sendo hoje um destino turístico com infraestruturas de qualidade e uma variedade paisagística de invejar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao visualizar algumas fotos deste recanto asiático, só uma coisa me passou pela cabeça: ir lá! Por isso mesmo, vamos lá?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-7150666277009193372?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/7150666277009193372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=7150666277009193372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7150666277009193372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7150666277009193372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/07/vamos-l.html' title='Vamos lá?'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SHK4GNUWNII/AAAAAAAAAXk/6aNfVunB9qU/s72-c/vietnam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-2092440689605659154</id><published>2008-07-08T01:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:30:52.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo de Praia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SHK1GfQC44I/AAAAAAAAAXc/DReHDGQ2AZE/s1600-h/Praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220434041148466050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SHK1GfQC44I/AAAAAAAAAXc/DReHDGQ2AZE/s320/Praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quero ir para esta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-2092440689605659154?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/2092440689605659154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=2092440689605659154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2092440689605659154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2092440689605659154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/07/tempo-de-praia.html' title='Tempo de Praia!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SHK1GfQC44I/AAAAAAAAAXc/DReHDGQ2AZE/s72-c/Praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-7707113465310573742</id><published>2008-07-03T13:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:21:50.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Indescritível o que se sente quando...depois de vermos a luz ao fundo do túnel ela se apaga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-7707113465310573742?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/7707113465310573742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=7707113465310573742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7707113465310573742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7707113465310573742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-2629021197353311981</id><published>2008-07-03T01:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T01:14:18.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Florianópolis...a minha marca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SGwZjtZze3I/AAAAAAAAAXU/7El4oyZUuRI/s1600-h/TravessaCarreirao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218574169489505138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SGwZjtZze3I/AAAAAAAAAXU/7El4oyZUuRI/s320/TravessaCarreirao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-2629021197353311981?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/2629021197353311981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=2629021197353311981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2629021197353311981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2629021197353311981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/07/em-florianpolisa-minha-marca.html' title='Em Florianópolis...a minha marca!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SGwZjtZze3I/AAAAAAAAAXU/7El4oyZUuRI/s72-c/TravessaCarreirao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-6539858247987247663</id><published>2008-07-02T00:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:03:21.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI Miami...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/glvGfQnx3DI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/glvGfQnx3DI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É impressão minha ou o David Caruso é um actor do caraças?!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-6539858247987247663?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/6539858247987247663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=6539858247987247663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/6539858247987247663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/6539858247987247663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/07/csi-miami.html' title='CSI Miami...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-9004794670730448733</id><published>2008-06-30T01:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T02:22:28.611+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem intermediários...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Podia esconder-me, podia refugiar-me, podia ignorar e podia até ir por algo mais fácil.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mas...vou lutar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só para que fique dito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vou lutar por algo "especial"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Doa a quem doer...nem que me doa a mim.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se marrar com os "cornos" no asfalto, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;será também bom para mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Crescerei ainda mais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E de peito feito me erguerei...como sempre fiz e caminharei o meu trajecto para a felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O tempo...irá dizer de sua justiça, essa justiça traiçoeira que por vezes nos desvia do caminho que estamos destinados a percorrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;Sei que sou especial também....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-9004794670730448733?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/9004794670730448733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=9004794670730448733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/9004794670730448733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/9004794670730448733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/06/sem-intermedirios.html' title='Sem intermediários...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-3488176800930982748</id><published>2008-06-30T01:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T01:43:40.321+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A desilusão 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SGgsE_WieMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Qd3tzCyqYuM/s1600-h/es.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217468632545786050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SGgsE_WieMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Qd3tzCyqYuM/s320/es.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi com imensa tristeza que vi a nossa selecção ser eliminada pela Alemanha nos quartos de final do Euro 2008. No final, o saldo da nossa participação foram duas vitórias, duas derrotas e menos um seleccionador nacional. Gostava de Scolari...e gostei sobretudo do sentimento que se gerou em volta da selecção de todos nós. Não me recordo nunca de ver mulheres, homens e crianças com esperanças no alto em torno da nossa selecção. Antes, era só um sentimento camuflado onde o medo e a esperança se imiscuiam...gostávamos de partir para a luta com um sentimento derrotista para que as nossas pequenas expectativas nunca saíssem goradas. Bom, vem agora um novo capítulo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No final, ganhou a Espanha e acabou dando uma lição a nós mesmos Portugueses... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns Espanha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-3488176800930982748?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/3488176800930982748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=3488176800930982748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3488176800930982748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3488176800930982748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/06/desiluso-2008.html' title='A desilusão 2008'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SGgsE_WieMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Qd3tzCyqYuM/s72-c/es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-5179602892537825544</id><published>2008-05-26T01:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T01:33:08.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Darth Vader</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SDoEuLhG9HI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mJNjkUgeDh4/s1600-h/DildoDV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204477510792180850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SDoEuLhG9HI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mJNjkUgeDh4/s320/DildoDV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fazer o amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pode ser uma autêntica &lt;strong&gt;Guerra das Estrelas&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-5179602892537825544?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/5179602892537825544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=5179602892537825544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5179602892537825544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5179602892537825544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/05/darth-vader.html' title='Darth Vader'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SDoEuLhG9HI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mJNjkUgeDh4/s72-c/DildoDV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-5872650022700122329</id><published>2008-05-26T01:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T01:25:43.561+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo de Mata-Mata?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SDoDVrhG9GI/AAAAAAAAAW8/xMC44wD0GeE/s1600-h/euro2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204475990373758050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SDoDVrhG9GI/AAAAAAAAAW8/xMC44wD0GeE/s320/euro2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Agora é tempo de despir clubismos e vestir as cores da Nação...daqui a duas semanas estarei a cantar, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;até que a voz me doa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-5872650022700122329?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/5872650022700122329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=5872650022700122329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5872650022700122329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5872650022700122329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/05/tempo-de-mata-mata.html' title='Tempo de Mata-Mata?'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SDoDVrhG9GI/AAAAAAAAAW8/xMC44wD0GeE/s72-c/euro2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-9025042186990474967</id><published>2008-05-19T02:58:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T03:23:12.657+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Humildade de campeão?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SDDi3PXFBiI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MPqhDXvuOPo/s1600-h/Sporting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201907008256935458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="335" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SDDi3PXFBiI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MPqhDXvuOPo/s320/Sporting.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi ontem a final da &lt;strong&gt;Taça de Portugal&lt;/strong&gt;, essa competição tão polémica na boca de alguns por vários motivos: local onde é jogada, calendarização, etc.. Acho que é uma competição com razão de existir. Vou ser breve e dizer que o Sporting foi um justo vencedor, não só pelo que fez no jogo de ontem mas também pelo seu percurso ao longo da prova. Apesar de a final de ontem não ter sido um jogo brilhante, longe disso, há que dizer que para isso também ajudou a falta de atitude de alguns jogadores do &lt;strong&gt;F.C. Porto&lt;/strong&gt;. E não o digo num sentido depreciativo...mas interpretem como quiserem. Por vezes tenho a noção que falando de futebol, somos interpretados de mil e uma forma, menos da correcta. Voltando ao jogo, foi de facto pena que a equipa de arbitragem se tenha equivocado em lances que prejudicaram &lt;strong&gt;AMBAS&lt;/strong&gt; as equipas, ainda que não acredite que algum adepto portista &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(e ontem ouvi alguns na televisão)&lt;/span&gt; que tenha visto o jogo, questione a justiça do resultado com base no trabalho do arbitro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora o que não posso deixar de referir é a &lt;strong&gt;falta de humildade&lt;/strong&gt; que a equipa do Porto revelou quando chegou a hora de o Sporting erguer a Taça de Portugal entregue pelo Presidente da República, pois simplesmente abandonou o campo. É nos momentos adversos que os verdadeiros campeões se revelam, acima de tudo, pela humildade que apresentam. O Porto não soube respeitar o adversário, os adeptos do adversário nem as instâncias ali representadas! Se calhar, o F.C.Porto ganhou muitos títulos nestes últimos anos, tantos que lhe retirou a humildade...necessária na vitória mas também na derrota. Aquilo que foi a entrada da equipa do Porto em campo, &lt;strong&gt;sem humildade&lt;/strong&gt;, revelou-a no final. Foi pena, mas, e como há sempre algo de positivo nestas coisas, os adeptos portistas foram os primeiros a mostrar que humildade é esta que vos falo! Parabéns para os adeptos do Porto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finalmente só para dizer que esta Taça é também fruto do trabalho e dedicação daquele que é, para mim, o melhor treinador português a treinar em Portugal: &lt;strong&gt;Paulo Bento&lt;/strong&gt;! Ele que tantas vezes foi questionado pela imprensa, no final (altura em que se fazem as contas) mostrou que era possível. Para os benfiquistas que tantas vezes quiseram desculpar os seus desaires com os desaires do vizinho da segunda circular, para eles que tanta vez quiseram disfarçar o enorme e fracassado investimento em inúmeros jogadores (duas equipas?!) com o "pseudo-fraco rendimento" de um Sporting com jogadores cujo orçamento é metade do do Benfica (e do Porto!)....fica a resposta onde ela deve ser dada, no campo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No fim fica a festa...do Sporting!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-9025042186990474967?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/9025042186990474967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=9025042186990474967&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/9025042186990474967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/9025042186990474967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/05/humildade-de-campeo.html' title='Humildade de campeão?'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SDDi3PXFBiI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MPqhDXvuOPo/s72-c/Sporting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-6725723762966857755</id><published>2008-05-19T02:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T02:56:06.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A resposta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SDDd6fXFBgI/AAAAAAAAAWk/pTQ-LBcTp8o/s1600-h/Fuel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201901566533371394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SDDd6fXFBgI/AAAAAAAAAWk/pTQ-LBcTp8o/s320/Fuel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de ter estado um pouco ausente no nosso querido país...voltei! E voltei depois te ter estado aqui mesmo ao lado em Espanha, num país onde o preço dos combustíveis se mantem bem abaixo dos preços praticados no nosso Portugal. Dei por mim a pensar no porquê desta constante subida nos preços dos combustíveis. Afinal, se não estou em erro já vamos na 19ª subida deste o início do ano...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho que encontrei a resposta para a questão que me colocava. É simples! Tudo tem a ver com o benefício do consumidor. Afinal o que se pretende com os constantes aumentos é que o &lt;strong&gt;atendimento seja cada vez mais rápido&lt;/strong&gt;! Já pensaram bem que agora, 10 euros de gasolina ou gasóleo são "aviados" muito mais rapidamente que no início do ano?! O consumidor minha gente...sempre nós em primeiro lugar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-6725723762966857755?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/6725723762966857755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=6725723762966857755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/6725723762966857755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/6725723762966857755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/05/resposta.html' title='A resposta...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SDDd6fXFBgI/AAAAAAAAAWk/pTQ-LBcTp8o/s72-c/Fuel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-8530355910366126146</id><published>2008-05-06T12:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T12:15:49.134+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Xiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Não se pode dizer alto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angola é um país "gerido por criminosos".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sir Bob Gedolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-8530355910366126146?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/8530355910366126146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=8530355910366126146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8530355910366126146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8530355910366126146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/05/xiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-no-se-pode-dizer.html' title='Xiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Não se pode dizer alto...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-8351338194656803630</id><published>2008-05-06T02:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T02:45:37.374+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elefantes...eles são enormes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SB-4GRjfDZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Q-lrL8XVmxY/s1600-h/Elephants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197074912939806098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="272" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SB-4GRjfDZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Q-lrL8XVmxY/s320/Elephants.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-8351338194656803630?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/8351338194656803630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=8351338194656803630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8351338194656803630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8351338194656803630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/05/elefanteseles-so-enormes.html' title='Elefantes...eles são enormes!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SB-4GRjfDZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Q-lrL8XVmxY/s72-c/Elephants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-8735842977125291891</id><published>2008-05-01T21:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:58:54.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SBou0xjfDYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/htLCPRIBUrc/s1600-h/Destiny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195516604315536770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SBou0xjfDYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/htLCPRIBUrc/s320/Destiny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os destinos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-8735842977125291891?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/8735842977125291891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=8735842977125291891&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8735842977125291891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8735842977125291891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazy-months.html' title='Crazy months!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SBou0xjfDYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/htLCPRIBUrc/s72-c/Destiny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-2498646994896989498</id><published>2008-05-01T20:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:11:00.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Queima das Fitas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Agora que se aproxima a Queima das Fitas de Coimbra...essa festa académica que se auto-proclama de ser única no seu tradicionalismo &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(foi em tempos...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lembrei-me de postar algo de interesse público! É, na realidade, uma lembrança para todos os que se deixam levar pelo tão propalado espírito académico e no calor de alguns momentos muito particulares...cedem! Pois bem...cedam! Mas lembrem-se disto...porque a &lt;strong&gt;SIDA&lt;/strong&gt; existe! &lt;strong&gt;Ignorar, é  o pior remédio...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195493969837886834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SBoaPRjfDXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/nPsYUiIwSTE/s320/16092006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-2498646994896989498?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/2498646994896989498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=2498646994896989498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2498646994896989498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2498646994896989498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/05/queima-das-fitas-2008.html' title='Queima das Fitas 2008'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SBoaPRjfDXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/nPsYUiIwSTE/s72-c/16092006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-2643536440226389977</id><published>2008-05-01T20:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:19:43.462+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Primeiro de Maio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aqui fica um pouco de Hitória acerca do dia que hoje "festejamos". Afinal, por entre a ironia deste dia (dia do Trabalhador...e não se trabalha?!) temos que ter a noção da sua componente histórica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195489777949805922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SBoWbRjfDWI/AAAAAAAAAVs/B4ja3Q_NV54/s320/primeiroMaio.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;«No dia &lt;strong&gt;1º de Maio de 1886&lt;/strong&gt;, 500 mil trabalhadores saíram às ruas de &lt;strong&gt;Chicago&lt;/strong&gt;, nos Estados Unidos, em manifestação pacífica, exigindo a redução da jornada para oito horas de trabalho. A polícia reprimiu a manifestação, dispersando a concentração, depois de ferir e matar dezenas de operários. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas os trabalhadores não se deixaram abater, todos achavam que eram demais as horas diárias de trabalho, por isso, no dia &lt;strong&gt;5 de Maio de 1886&lt;/strong&gt;, quatro dias depois da reivindicação de Chicago, os operários voltaram às ruas e foram novamente reprimidos: 8 líderes presos, 4 trabalhadores executados e 3 condenados a prisão perpétua. Foi este o resultado desta segunda manifestação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A luta não parou e a solidariedade internacional pressionou o governo americano a anular o falso julgamento e a elaborar novo júri, em 1888. Os membros que constituíam o júri reconheceram a inocência dos trabalhadores, culparam o Estado americano e ordenaram que soltassem os 3 presos.&lt;br /&gt;Em &lt;strong&gt;1889&lt;/strong&gt; o &lt;strong&gt;Congresso Operário Internacional&lt;/strong&gt;, reunido em Paris, decretou o &lt;strong&gt;1º de Maio&lt;/strong&gt;, como o &lt;strong&gt;Dia Internacional dos Trabalhadores,&lt;/strong&gt; um dia de luto e de luta. E, em &lt;strong&gt;1890&lt;/strong&gt;, os trabalhadores americanos conquistaram a jornada de trabalho de oito horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;116 anos depois das grandiosas manifestações dos operários de Chicago pela luta das oito horas de trabalho e da brutal repressão patronal e policial que se abateu sobre os manifestantes, o 1º de Maio mantém todo o seu significado e actualidade.&lt;br /&gt;Nos Estados Unidos da América o Dia do Trabalhador celebra-se no &lt;strong&gt;dia 3 de Setembro&lt;/strong&gt; e é conhecido por "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Labor Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". É um feriado nacional que é sempre comemorado na primeira segunda-feira do mês de Setembro e está relacionado com o período das colheitas e com o fim do Verão. No Canadá este feriado chama-se "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia de Oito Horas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". Tem este nome porque se comemora a vitória da redução do dia de trabalho para oito horas. Na Europa o "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia do Trabalhador&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" comemora-se sempre no dia 1 de Maio.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://clix.expressoemprego.pt/scripts/indexpage.asp?headingID=4497"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-2643536440226389977?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/2643536440226389977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=2643536440226389977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2643536440226389977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2643536440226389977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-primeiro-de-maio.html' title='O Primeiro de Maio'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SBoWbRjfDWI/AAAAAAAAAVs/B4ja3Q_NV54/s72-c/primeiroMaio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-2151003297668432118</id><published>2008-04-28T01:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T02:12:23.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SBUkWhjfDVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8zDJqPvzV-c/s1600-h/momento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194097714624662866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SBUkWhjfDVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8zDJqPvzV-c/s320/momento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E é da subtileza dos momentos outrora impensados que ficamos com memórias que ficarão para sempre. É por causa de um singelo sorriso que até o dia mais penumbroso pode ser, afinal, o mais luminoso. É por causa da simplicidade, que a a grandeza tem a imensidão que tem. Ser grande é afinal...ser simples! Ser simples ao ponto de perceber o que é ser grande...e sê-lo. Porque é importante estar presente, porque não estar presente? E fazer da presença...o "&lt;em&gt;presente&lt;/em&gt;"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que estranho sentir este, que me faz pensar no que as palavras querem dizer. Anormal não é...Mas também não é normal ir cada vez mais à génese do que sinto. Interpretação chamarão alguns, introspecção outros. Eu chamo-lhe mais de "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". O momento que me enche de vontade de pensar...escrever...apagar o que escrevi...e voltar a escrever, na tentativa de encontrar o real sentido. É verdade que há coisas que não são para se perceberem...mas eu tento! E vou continuar a tentar, nos meus momentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-2151003297668432118?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/2151003297668432118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=2151003297668432118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2151003297668432118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2151003297668432118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-momento.html' title='O momento'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/SBUkWhjfDVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8zDJqPvzV-c/s72-c/momento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-4601755775310900778</id><published>2008-03-25T01:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:48:38.709Z</updated><title type='text'>Demotivator? No way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-hZOseNUEI/AAAAAAAAAVc/59kGRD30h08/s1600-h/Science.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181489480280657986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-hZOseNUEI/AAAAAAAAAVc/59kGRD30h08/s320/Science.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A spherical projection of recent WMAP imagery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;of the cosmic background radiation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ome of the best evidence we have for the Big Bang.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-4601755775310900778?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/4601755775310900778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=4601755775310900778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/4601755775310900778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/4601755775310900778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/03/demotivator-no-way.html' title='Demotivator? No way...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-hZOseNUEI/AAAAAAAAAVc/59kGRD30h08/s72-c/Science.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-665756484189916952</id><published>2008-03-24T01:09:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T02:31:26.952Z</updated><title type='text'>Why can't we just rewind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-cQqMeNUDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/9Ssihp-xDK4/s1600-h/teardrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181128213401522226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-cQqMeNUDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/9Ssihp-xDK4/s320/teardrop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why can't we just rewind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why can't we just rewind...to the first day I saw you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why can't we just rewind...to the age of beauty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why can't we just rewind...to the day I felt your skin, your touch, your lips for the first time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why can't we just rewind...to the age of love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why can't we just rewind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why can't we just rewind...to the age of innocence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why can't we just rewind...to that night when we made love for the first time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why can't we just rewind...to the age we had when we shared the first tears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why can't we just rewind...to the day I kissed you for the last time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why can't we just rewind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(feito ao som de Paolo Nutini - &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=35qrrXmuq7M"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rewind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-665756484189916952?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/665756484189916952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=665756484189916952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/665756484189916952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/665756484189916952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-cant-we-just-rewind.html' title='Why can&apos;t we just rewind?'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-cQqMeNUDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/9Ssihp-xDK4/s72-c/teardrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-6741369171324198073</id><published>2008-03-22T15:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:44:53.131Z</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.strangehorizons.com/2004/20040712/gallery/thumbs.shtml"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180592235842719778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-UpMMeNUCI/AAAAAAAAAVM/kySJDIrbCvM/s320/TeresaYoung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/John_Lennon/"&gt;John Lennon&lt;/a&gt;, "Beautiful Boy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(1940 - 1980) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-6741369171324198073?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/6741369171324198073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=6741369171324198073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/6741369171324198073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/6741369171324198073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/03/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-UpMMeNUCI/AAAAAAAAAVM/kySJDIrbCvM/s72-c/TeresaYoung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-3803763242354780551</id><published>2008-03-22T15:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:34:46.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Reborn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-UlxceNUBI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tKh0epCW3Gw/s1600-h/Dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180588477746335762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-UlxceNUBI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tKh0epCW3Gw/s320/Dali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salvador Dali:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nascimento de um Novo Homem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque também eu gostava de um dia poder renascer... Ser como uma Fénix e das cinzas voltar à vida! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-3803763242354780551?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/3803763242354780551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=3803763242354780551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3803763242354780551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3803763242354780551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/03/reborn.html' title='Reborn'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-UlxceNUBI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tKh0epCW3Gw/s72-c/Dali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-1195715117887823959</id><published>2008-03-22T15:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:27:48.917Z</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-UlO8eNUAI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JRAVKNvecoo/s1600-h/man-crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180587885040848898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-UlO8eNUAI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JRAVKNvecoo/s320/man-crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;quanto penso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo quanto &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É um &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deserto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; imenso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde nem eu estou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extensão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; parada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem nada a estar &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Areia peneirada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dar-lhe a ferroada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da vida que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vivi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando Pessoa, 18-3-1935&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-1195715117887823959?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/1195715117887823959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=1195715117887823959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1195715117887823959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1195715117887823959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/03/tudo-quanto-penso-tudo-quanto-sou-um.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-UlO8eNUAI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JRAVKNvecoo/s72-c/man-crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-1189480654396224555</id><published>2008-03-21T16:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:44:30.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Death Sentence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deathsentencemovie.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180234950398267378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="294" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-PkPceNT_I/AAAAAAAAAU0/GDNtFAqzM1s/s320/DeathSentence.bmp" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma sugestão cinematográfica para quem gosta de filmes do género... Fica aqui o &lt;em&gt;trailer&lt;/em&gt; para aguçar o apetite! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s38ZZPPn8iQ&amp;amp;color1=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" color2="0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hl="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-1189480654396224555?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/1189480654396224555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=1189480654396224555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1189480654396224555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1189480654396224555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/03/death-sentence.html' title='Death Sentence'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-PkPceNT_I/AAAAAAAAAU0/GDNtFAqzM1s/s72-c/DeathSentence.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-5341244489997823534</id><published>2008-03-20T20:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:25:38.871Z</updated><title type='text'>No thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4sQotZcy1ww&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Numa escola portuguesa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(não sei quanto tempo o vídeo continuará disponível...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-5341244489997823534?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/5341244489997823534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=5341244489997823534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5341244489997823534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5341244489997823534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-thoughts.html' title='No thoughts...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-8422174930833199203</id><published>2008-03-19T23:28:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:23:24.412Z</updated><title type='text'>Para ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-GsW8eNT-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/2ezbDt4mlT0/s1600-h/Pai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179610556642709474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-GsW8eNT-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/2ezbDt4mlT0/s320/Pai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perco-me no tempo...sempre que fecho os olhos e me lembro de ti! O tempo passou tão depressa. Tudo evoluiu à nossa volta, novas vidas surgiram, e outras acabaram por partir. Lágrimas partilhadas, mas também lágrimas causadas. Porque do amor nasce a dor, para que o AMOR volte a ficar. É esse Amor que prevalece! É assim e sempre será...sinto-o. A vida que tu também me deste obrigou-me a partir, para depois voltar, e então, como quem me arranca algo de dentro de mim...parto de novo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando volto, lá estás! O preto dos teus cabelos é agora uma brisa branca... que a sabedoria que a vida conquistada a pulso te deu. Também eu recebo essa brisa vinda de ti, algo que suavemente me embarga a alma. Ouço-te, discuto-te, debato-me mas sei quem és! E sempre te quererei assim...por muitos anos. Somos como somos, bons e maus, ganhadores e perdedores, amados e detestados... A linha limite é tão ténue, mas é essa mesma linha que nos distingue e faz de nós, nós! A vida é muito curta para se ter medo...e sinto medo, tu não... Preciso aprender isso ainda contigo. Isso e tudo o resto! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero que me ensines mais do que é a vida e essa tua forma de a encarar, de a enfrentar...de a venerar. E é dos sorrisos, dos conselhos...das palavras mais bruscas que me lembro quando não estou contigo. O eco da tua voz acompanha-me, é o meu escudo e sempre que alguém me quer magoar ela não o permite. Quando penso no que me ensinaste sinto-me um Cavaleiro com a Sua Armadura Impenetrável...armadura essa que só tu desarmas. É com esta distância temporal que, já com outra maturidade, eu "sinto" o teu EU. És tu...só tu, e é assim que te quero, &lt;strong&gt;Pai&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E um dia, quando as marcas do tempo abundarem nos nossos rostos quero rejubilar contigo...eu como Pai, tu como Avô!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-8422174930833199203?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/8422174930833199203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=8422174930833199203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8422174930833199203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8422174930833199203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/03/para-ti.html' title='Para ti...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-GsW8eNT-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/2ezbDt4mlT0/s72-c/Pai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-6642545823074121998</id><published>2008-03-19T23:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:22:34.330Z</updated><title type='text'>O nosso Ronaldo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-GgCceNT9I/AAAAAAAAAUk/oR0x_vPvz7Q/s1600-h/cristiano-ronaldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179597010315857874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-GgCceNT9I/AAAAAAAAAUk/oR0x_vPvz7Q/s320/cristiano-ronaldo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sei bem porquê mas temos este sentimento que nos impele a falar mal do que é nosso! Quero sempre acreditar que mais não é do que uma constante vontade de criticar tendo sempre em vista o melhorar, o ir mais à frente (tou a ser inocente eu sei!). Ou então também pode ser um cepticismo perene, algo que nos é intrínseco e nos leva a não acreditar que é possível. Divagações da minha cabeça para elogiar um português: &lt;strong&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;/strong&gt;! Está imparável esta época... Palavras para quê!? Acabou de bater mais um record, neste caso superou a marca do lendário e já falecido &lt;strong&gt;George Best&lt;/strong&gt; em 1967/68, quando o norte-irlandês se tornou o extremo mais concretizador numa única época, com 32 tentos. É produto nacional...é motivo de orgulho! Mas há outros exemplos... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(que bela ideia para um outro post!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-6642545823074121998?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/6642545823074121998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=6642545823074121998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/6642545823074121998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/6642545823074121998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-nosso-ronaldo.html' title='O nosso Ronaldo!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-GgCceNT9I/AAAAAAAAAUk/oR0x_vPvz7Q/s72-c/cristiano-ronaldo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-8792489441755696713</id><published>2008-03-19T02:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-19T02:46:02.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Da arte de bem falar surge a genuina arte do Engate TUGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-B-FqZjFKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_-NXrjao0Ps/s1600-h/Pedreira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179278207221961890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-B-FqZjFKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_-NXrjao0Ps/s320/Pedreira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desde há algum tempo que ando para publicar uma pérola aqui neste estaminé virtual. Tratam-se dos piropos que em lugar nenhum do mundo se dizem a não ser aqui em Portugal. Há para todos os gostos. Fica aqui a selecção, feita criteriosamente... São tugas, disso não há dúvida! Fantásticas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Quando não se quer estar com rodeios -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Bom, bom - era seres coxa... E usares aqui a bengala!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Que sapatos tão giros... E por falar em sapatos... Vai uma queca?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Oh cadela! Mandava-te uma à cão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Oh jeitosa! Deves ser é bruxa ou assim... Acredita! É que consegues levantar as coisas sem sequer lhes tocares...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Belas pernas! A que horas é que abrem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Quando se trata do engate com base nos argumentos -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Oh boa! Quem me dera estar com os copos... Pra te ver a dobrar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Com umas bóias dessas... O Titanic não tinha afundado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Se o teu cu fosse uma torrada... Era preciso um remo para lhe passar manteiga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Oh filha! Com menos cú também se caga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. És como as contas que chegam a minha casa: deixas-me teso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- O engate da rima-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Eu sou o lápis. E tu o afia. Vai daí... Fazes-me um bico?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Oh boneca... Vai uma queca?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Ó estrela, queres Cumeta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Os menos gravosos -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. És tão boa que o teu chulé deve cheirar a água de rosas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Eu por ti viro trampolim. Queres saltar-me em cima? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Isto não é suor. É o amor por ti que me sai por todos os poros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Até te ver também eu não acreditava em amor à primeira vista. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Os Clássicos -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Ó jóia vem aqui ao ourives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. A tua mãe deve ser uma ostra, para ter tido uma pérola como tu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Amei-te assim que olhei para ti. E tu, queres-me amar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Acreditas em Amor à primeira vista ou tenho que passar depois?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. És boa como ó milho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. És como um helicóptero! Gira e Boa..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfim....fica aqui uma breve selecção daquilo que muito frequentemente se diz por esse Portugal fora! Seja do cimo dum andaime ou dum outro recinto qualquer onde um genuíno trabalhador se encontre embebido no esforço árduo que é trabalhar e admirar a beleza feminina. É difícil, mas é possível a concretização da bela arte do engate tipicamente Tuga! Isto é nosso...e tem que ser preservado! (só me pergunto do que sentirá uma mulher ao ouvir isto?! Orgulho certamente...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-8792489441755696713?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/8792489441755696713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=8792489441755696713&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8792489441755696713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8792489441755696713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/03/da-arte-de-bem-falar-surge-genuina-arte.html' title='Da arte de bem falar surge a genuina arte do Engate TUGA'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-B-FqZjFKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_-NXrjao0Ps/s72-c/Pedreira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-6376204352965216871</id><published>2008-03-19T01:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-19T02:09:48.198Z</updated><title type='text'>O drama, o horror...a benção dos deuses da Música!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-B1vaZjFJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1XswvMHMdvY/s1600-h/TH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179269028876850322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-B1vaZjFJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1XswvMHMdvY/s320/TH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«O cancelamento do concerto de estreia da banda alemã Tokyo Hotel, no Pavilhão Atlântico, transformou-se num «espectáculo deprimente» com milhares de crianças a chorar e adolescentes a desmaiar em pleno recinto.»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Daqui a uns anos estas mesmas crianças e adolescentes irão lamentar a figura que fizeram, e perceberão que de música estes alemães não sabiam nada! O cabelo do vocalista é qualquer coisa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-6376204352965216871?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/6376204352965216871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=6376204352965216871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/6376204352965216871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/6376204352965216871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-drama-o-horrora-beno-dos-deuses-da.html' title='O drama, o horror...a benção dos deuses da Música!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R-B1vaZjFJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1XswvMHMdvY/s72-c/TH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-4289747858977633077</id><published>2008-02-29T00:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-29T00:25:37.645Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque temos que ceder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"amo a liberdade, por isso as coisas que amo deixo-as livres, se voltarem foi porque as conquistei, se não voltarem foi porque chegaram de facto a pertencer-me".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;outra do nosso F. Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-4289747858977633077?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/4289747858977633077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=4289747858977633077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/4289747858977633077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/4289747858977633077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/02/porque-temos-que-ceder.html' title='Porque temos que ceder...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-836723229471538749</id><published>2008-02-28T17:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:44:32.085Z</updated><title type='text'>Lembram-se da Sarah Silverman? Agora a resposta do seu Kimmel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kVv4A0r3wxU&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kVv4A0r3wxU&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-836723229471538749?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/836723229471538749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=836723229471538749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/836723229471538749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/836723229471538749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/02/lembram-se-da-sarah-silverman-agora.html' title='Lembram-se da Sarah Silverman? Agora a resposta do seu Kimmel'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-8384285779600734398</id><published>2008-02-28T17:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:31:32.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem Pessoa(l)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R8bv6OYHpxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/4BQNjxmXUcI/s1600-h/Pedras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172085005652305682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R8bv6OYHpxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/4BQNjxmXUcI/s320/Pedras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, mas não esqueço que a minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo. E que posso evitar que ela vá à falência. Ser feliz é reconhecer que &lt;strong&gt;vale a pena viver&lt;/strong&gt;, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise. Ser feliz é &lt;strong&gt;deixar de ser vítima dos problemas&lt;/strong&gt; e se tornar um &lt;strong&gt;autor da própria história&lt;/strong&gt;. É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma. É &lt;strong&gt;agradecer a Deus&lt;/strong&gt; a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida. Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos. &lt;strong&gt;É saber falar de si mesmo&lt;/strong&gt;. É ter coragem para ouvir um "&lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt;". É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta. &lt;strong&gt;Pedras no caminho? Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo...&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p´lo nosso &lt;strong&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-8384285779600734398?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/8384285779600734398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=8384285779600734398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8384285779600734398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8384285779600734398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/02/mensagem-pessoal.html' title='Mensagem Pessoa(l)'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R8bv6OYHpxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/4BQNjxmXUcI/s72-c/Pedras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-5940071819796462625</id><published>2008-02-28T01:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T01:08:36.565Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu ainda não sei se vou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rockinrio-lisboa.sapo.pt/index.php"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171831525272430322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R8YJXuYHpvI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4PnlyoEODCE/s320/RiR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parece que começam hoje a ser vendidos os bilhetes para mais um Rock in Rio - Lisboa. Tenho sido um cliente frequente deste evento...e talvez este ano não será exepção. Aqui fica a ligação para a página do &lt;a href="http://rockinrio-lisboa.sapo.pt/index.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rock in Rio Lisboa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Se alguém me fizer companhia...não se arrependerá com toda a certeza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-5940071819796462625?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/5940071819796462625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=5940071819796462625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5940071819796462625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5940071819796462625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/02/eu-ainda-no-sei-se-vou.html' title='Eu ainda não sei se vou...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R8YJXuYHpvI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4PnlyoEODCE/s72-c/RiR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-7815642806345293720</id><published>2008-02-28T00:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T01:00:25.965Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque ELA existe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lepoison.com/sidaction/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171829523817670370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R8YHjOYHpuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/i7CBkKbhZ8A/s320/Sidaction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-7815642806345293720?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/7815642806345293720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=7815642806345293720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7815642806345293720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7815642806345293720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/02/porque-ela-existe.html' title='Porque ELA existe...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R8YHjOYHpuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/i7CBkKbhZ8A/s72-c/Sidaction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-921049564730687712</id><published>2008-02-27T01:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T01:19:43.475Z</updated><title type='text'>Serviço Público</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rtp.pt/wportal/sites/tv/pec/index.shtm"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171833290503988994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R8YK-eYHpwI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Uq4sX9Vm5rw/s320/PeC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Excelência televisiva. Este programa Prós e Contras não pára de me surpreender...e é pela positiva. Prende-nos ao televisor e mais, faz com que possamos construir uma ideia sobre algo, visto podermos ouvir as diferentes facções dum determinado tema da actualidade. Assim foi esta última segunda onde o tema Educação foi debatido entre professores e a Ministra da Educação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Serviu acima de tudo para perceber que algo este Ministério conseguiu: a união dos professores. É de louvar de facto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim como é de louvar que quando TODOS lutamos lado a lado por um interesse comum, decerto a vitória, que pode tardar, surgirá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Novos capítulos: &lt;strong&gt;Marcha da Indignação dos Professores no próximo dia 8 de Março.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-921049564730687712?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/921049564730687712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=921049564730687712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/921049564730687712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/921049564730687712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/02/servio-pblico.html' title='Serviço Público'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R8YK-eYHpwI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Uq4sX9Vm5rw/s72-c/PeC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-1910862481863534403</id><published>2008-02-18T23:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:31:05.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Como o tempo não está muito bom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R7oUi-YHptI/AAAAAAAAATs/-bgyIEp4GMo/s1600-h/LANHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168466113453336274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R7oUi-YHptI/AAAAAAAAATs/-bgyIEp4GMo/s320/LANHA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma vez que o tempo está muito pouco amistoso, não fica mal um conselho para melhorar o ambiente lá por vossas casas! Trata-se dum fornecedor de &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lanha de sobreiro e eucalipeto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, da região de Leiria, para ser mais preciso, da localidade Padrão. Fica a sugestão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-1910862481863534403?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/1910862481863534403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=1910862481863534403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1910862481863534403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1910862481863534403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/02/como-o-tempo-no-est-muito-bom.html' title='Como o tempo não está muito bom...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R7oUi-YHptI/AAAAAAAAATs/-bgyIEp4GMo/s72-c/LANHA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-6867764869881504799</id><published>2008-02-18T01:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-18T01:16:56.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thought!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl...pára! Não procures o mais o teu príncipe encantado...Isso não vai levar-te a lado algum! Procura antes o lobo mau... Ele vai ouvir-te melhor, ver-te melhor e, por fim, comer-te (quiçá melhor também)!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-6867764869881504799?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/6867764869881504799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=6867764869881504799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/6867764869881504799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/6867764869881504799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-thought.html' title='Just a Thought!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-5092464763542237124</id><published>2008-02-16T13:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-16T13:42:10.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Tropa de Elite - Missão Dada é Missão Cumprida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0jeTL9hC3Wg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0jeTL9hC3Wg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Grande filme...que pude ver a muito pouco tempo! Uma realidade que por vezes nos foge do pensamento e que é colocada aqui duma maneira fria, sem pó-de-arroz nem blush. As favelas do Brasil, a Polícia Militar daquele país e a Tropa de Elite BOPE aos olhos de um homem, pai de família, e acima de tudo Militar. Recomendo vivamente &lt;a href="http://www.tropadeeliteofilme.com.br/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TROPA de ELITE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-5092464763542237124?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/5092464763542237124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=5092464763542237124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5092464763542237124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5092464763542237124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/02/tropa-de-elite-misso-dada-misso.html' title='Tropa de Elite - Missão Dada é Missão Cumprida'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-5923775751733908977</id><published>2008-02-16T11:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-16T12:04:06.875Z</updated><title type='text'>Rita "sapatos vermelhos" :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não é ainda muito conhecida, mas acredito que o vai ser dentro de muito pouco tempo. Foi a vocalista dos Atomic Bees, porjecto entretanto extinto, sendo que ultimamente é bastante usual vê-la ao lado de outro (já) grande nome da musica Portuguesa - David Fonseca. No seu "renascimento" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ritaeday"&gt;Rita RedShoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; apresenta-se singelamente neste tema muito promissor, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deam on Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... Palavras para quê? Basta ouvir... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UtLiW8NXoaA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UtLiW8NXoaA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-5923775751733908977?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/5923775751733908977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=5923775751733908977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5923775751733908977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5923775751733908977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/02/rita-sapatos-vermelhos.html' title='Rita &quot;sapatos vermelhos&quot; :)'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-1103883001569873959</id><published>2008-02-16T11:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-16T11:54:47.571Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma foto curiosa da Operação Carnaval Brasileira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R7bO6eYHprI/AAAAAAAAATc/E64UlGwq6Ow/s1600-h/portista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167545126436185778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R7bO6eYHprI/AAAAAAAAATc/E64UlGwq6Ow/s320/portista.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nem vou tecer qualquer tipo de comentário...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-1103883001569873959?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/1103883001569873959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=1103883001569873959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1103883001569873959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1103883001569873959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/02/uma-foto-curiosa-da-operao-carnaval.html' title='Uma foto curiosa da Operação Carnaval Brasileira'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R7bO6eYHprI/AAAAAAAAATc/E64UlGwq6Ow/s72-c/portista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-1209276524077619670</id><published>2008-02-14T12:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-16T12:18:32.110Z</updated><title type='text'>Andam a matar o Santo Valentim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R7bSyeYHpsI/AAAAAAAAATk/S2XqF6Ed76I/s1600-h/Cupido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167549387043743426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R7bSyeYHpsI/AAAAAAAAATk/S2XqF6Ed76I/s320/Cupido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sei porquê...mas tenho aquele &lt;em&gt;feeling&lt;/em&gt; de que este dia, que em tempo tinha um significado, hoje em dia não passa de mais um dia onde oferecer aquela prenda cara ou ir jantar àquele restaurante chique tem mais importância. Não sei porquê mas cheira-me a mais uma data de puro consumismo, bem camufladinho na hipocrisia de alguns. Cada vez mais tenho saudades dos tempos em que não tinha noção destas coisas...e tudo era belo e singelo nesta data. Ainda assim, a data vale pelo simbolismo. Se quiserem saber mais da história deste dia, carreguem &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dia_dos_Namorados"&gt;aqui! &lt;/a&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-1209276524077619670?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/1209276524077619670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=1209276524077619670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1209276524077619670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1209276524077619670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/02/andam-matar-o-santo-valentim.html' title='Andam a matar o Santo Valentim...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R7bSyeYHpsI/AAAAAAAAATk/S2XqF6Ed76I/s72-c/Cupido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-356807623870018031</id><published>2008-02-08T02:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:05:22.986Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma Youtubada para "Re-Começar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnVJZkDuVBM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnVJZkDuVBM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sarah Silverman...em grande no programa do seu namorado Jimmy Kimmel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-356807623870018031?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/356807623870018031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=356807623870018031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/356807623870018031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/356807623870018031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2008/02/uma-youtubada-para-re-comear.html' title='Uma Youtubada para &quot;Re-Começar&quot;'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-824496447634358247</id><published>2007-11-21T04:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-21T04:04:48.221Z</updated><title type='text'>Honrem as nossas cores!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R0OuN7XfXMI/AAAAAAAAATU/PYKjCJS1URc/s1600-h/600px-Flag_of_Portugal_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135139554430246082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R0OuN7XfXMI/AAAAAAAAATU/PYKjCJS1URc/s320/600px-Flag_of_Portugal_svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vamos lá &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rumo ao &lt;strong&gt;Euro2008 &lt;/strong&gt;marchar, marchar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-824496447634358247?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/824496447634358247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=824496447634358247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/824496447634358247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/824496447634358247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/11/honrem-as-nossas-cores.html' title='Honrem as nossas cores!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/R0OuN7XfXMI/AAAAAAAAATU/PYKjCJS1URc/s72-c/600px-Flag_of_Portugal_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-7617045738950846069</id><published>2007-11-19T23:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:28:15.606Z</updated><title type='text'>O nosso Rocket Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ele há vídeos que nos podem surpreender pela simplicidade e originalidade. Mas...quando se trata dum artista português a surgir com estes predicados nos seus videoclips, condimentando os mesmos com música de qualidade (sejam &lt;em&gt;covers&lt;/em&gt; ou &lt;em&gt;wathever&lt;/em&gt;!) ficamos orgulhosos. É um conterrâneo meu...e um grande artista este &lt;strong&gt;David Fonseca&lt;/strong&gt;, como já pude dizer aqui. Este clip é mais uma prova da sua versatilidade. Pena artistas como ele haverem poucos neste país à beira mar plantado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/icB6yOkphz8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/icB6yOkphz8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rocket Man&lt;/strong&gt; - David Fonseca version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-7617045738950846069?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/7617045738950846069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=7617045738950846069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7617045738950846069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7617045738950846069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-nosso-rocket-man.html' title='O nosso Rocket Man'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-6098716797186148200</id><published>2007-11-17T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-17T19:13:25.765Z</updated><title type='text'>The Joker</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xgk9ouBuj-4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xgk9ouBuj-4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Porque adoro este clip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-6098716797186148200?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/6098716797186148200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=6098716797186148200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/6098716797186148200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/6098716797186148200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/11/joker.html' title='The Joker'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-3503768852307600101</id><published>2007-11-13T15:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-13T16:10:17.671Z</updated><title type='text'>As soluções...ou talvez não!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 1&lt;/strong&gt; - My own country, well, I can’t say in a foreign language here in Lisbon - &lt;strong&gt;Sócrates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frase 2&lt;/strong&gt; - I am very impressed with you. Congratulations - &lt;strong&gt;Zézé Camarinha&lt;/strong&gt; depois de ter estado com uma "Babe"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 3&lt;/strong&gt; - Why are you so white? Put some cream! - &lt;strong&gt;Zézé Camarinha &lt;/strong&gt;antes de besuntar o corpo duma "Babe" com creme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 4&lt;/strong&gt; - I’m sorry, but I want to ask you to put your translation devices to allow me to go to use the Portuguese language in my speech - &lt;strong&gt;Sócrates, &lt;/strong&gt;evidentemente&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 5&lt;/strong&gt; - You are here you are eating - &lt;strong&gt;Zézé Camarinha&lt;/strong&gt; no uso da expressão &lt;em&gt;Tás aqui tás a comer&lt;/em&gt;, para mais uma "&lt;em&gt;camone&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 6&lt;/strong&gt; - And let me go back to Portuguese because, as you understand, for Portuguese Prime-Minister did it so that a… - &lt;strong&gt;Sócrates&lt;/strong&gt;, mas alguém percebeu?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 7&lt;/strong&gt; - Darling, you are so Brown! - &lt;strong&gt;Sócrates&lt;/strong&gt; falando com Kofi Annan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 8&lt;/strong&gt; - We will do my best in order to face the delicate problem in the Middle-West - &lt;strong&gt;Sócrates&lt;/strong&gt; em clara referência ao médio Ocidente, não seria &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midlle-East&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 9&lt;/strong&gt; - What a simpatetic invitation! - &lt;strong&gt;Sócrates &lt;/strong&gt;numa &lt;em&gt;patetic expression&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 10&lt;/strong&gt; -My massage is the best massage. - &lt;strong&gt;Sócrates&lt;/strong&gt; falando a Bush aquando da sua visita à Casa Branca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(1, 2, 4, 6, 8 e 9 - &lt;strong&gt;Sócrates&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 3, 5, 7 e 10 - &lt;strong&gt;Zézé Camarinha&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-3503768852307600101?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/3503768852307600101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=3503768852307600101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3503768852307600101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3503768852307600101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-soluesou-talvez-no.html' title='As soluções...ou talvez não!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-367696320508327743</id><published>2007-11-13T15:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:34:16.685Z</updated><title type='text'>The Blessed One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Ambiciono ser o melhor. Sempre disse que não tenho um trabalho, mas sim uma bênção de Deus por poder fazer o que mais gosto. E se faço o que mais gosto, então quero ser o melhor. Quero deixar a minha marca na história do futebol”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-367696320508327743?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/367696320508327743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=367696320508327743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/367696320508327743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/367696320508327743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/11/blessed-one.html' title='The Blessed One'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-1449803246637195436</id><published>2007-11-13T13:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:58:12.894Z</updated><title type='text'>O artista!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/00003wbs"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/00003wbs" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-1449803246637195436?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/1449803246637195436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=1449803246637195436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1449803246637195436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1449803246637195436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-artista.html' title='O artista!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-2580212267167178940</id><published>2007-11-13T01:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:51:58.128Z</updated><title type='text'>Busting UFOs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/Rzj-g2fu5BI/AAAAAAAAATM/8PG_4DxvP7k/s1600-h/Photo8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132131615726560274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/Rzj-g2fu5BI/AAAAAAAAATM/8PG_4DxvP7k/s400/Photo8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This post is in line with the determination of the American Government in returning to the research of the existence, or not, of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unidentified Flying Objects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;UFOs&lt;/strong&gt;). They have this crazy determination to take this idea ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Having a look in the Internet about this subject I discovered &lt;a href="http://www.ufoevidence.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UFO Evidence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, that is one of the largest sources of quality research and information on the UFO phenomenon. I suggest you to have a look! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Among the many unexplained phenomenon in this world, the mystery of UFOs and the possibility of the existence of extra-terrestrial life is probably one of the most well known, mainly supported by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roswell_UFO_incident"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roswell Incident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The question remains: are we alone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will we have the answer soon...or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-2580212267167178940?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/2580212267167178940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=2580212267167178940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2580212267167178940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2580212267167178940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/11/busting-ufos.html' title='Busting UFOs'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/Rzj-g2fu5BI/AAAAAAAAATM/8PG_4DxvP7k/s72-c/Photo8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-2347765095332902629</id><published>2007-11-08T23:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:31:08.008Z</updated><title type='text'>Já que é de inglês técnico que se trata!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RzOqGmfu4_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/UKT8XyRfCUc/s1600-h/SocratesZeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130631430894707698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RzOqGmfu4_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/UKT8XyRfCUc/s320/SocratesZeze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proponho um exercício!&lt;/strong&gt; Que diferenças podemos encontrar no nível de inglês que encontramos entre o nosso&lt;strong&gt; Primeiro-Ministro&lt;/strong&gt; e o tão badalado &lt;strong&gt;Zézé Camarinha&lt;/strong&gt;?! Fica como &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homework&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; esta. Vamos então começar. Vou colocar algumas frases perdidas aqui e terão que acertar no autor ok? As respostas sairão num post que publicarei mais tarde! Vamos lá então:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 1&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;My own country, well, I can’t say in a foreign language here in Lisbon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; - I am very impressed with you. Congratulations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 3&lt;/strong&gt; - Why are you so white? Put some cream! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; - I’m sorry, but I want to ask you to put your translation devices to allow me to go to use the Portuguese language in my speech&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; - You are here you are eating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 6&lt;/strong&gt; - And let me go back to Portuguese because, as you understand, for Portuguese Prime-Minister did it so that a…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 7&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;- Darling, you are so Brown!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; - We will do my best in order to face the delicate problem in the Middle-West&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; - What a simpatetic invitation!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase 10&lt;/strong&gt; -My massage is the best massage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-2347765095332902629?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/2347765095332902629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=2347765095332902629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2347765095332902629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2347765095332902629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/11/j-que-de-ingls-tcnico-que-se-trata.html' title='Já que é de inglês técnico que se trata!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RzOqGmfu4_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/UKT8XyRfCUc/s72-c/SocratesZeze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-8455864504166984293</id><published>2007-11-08T18:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:35:52.497Z</updated><title type='text'>Desencontros carentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Hoje, enquanto caminhava, vi uma mulher lindíssima do outro lado da rua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cruzámos os olhares e devemos ter tido o mesmo instinto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;atravessar a rua!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Foi o que fizémos e...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mesmo assim continuámos cada um no seu caminho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sós,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sem criarmos o argumento que tanto queriamos para dizer um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;olá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;continuámos assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;com o arrependimento nesta nossa alma carente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-8455864504166984293?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/8455864504166984293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=8455864504166984293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8455864504166984293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8455864504166984293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/11/desencontros-altrustas.html' title='Desencontros carentes'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-4977474052740595991</id><published>2007-11-08T18:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:38:30.497Z</updated><title type='text'>Da pouca sorte após a crise que afinal é doutros!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RzNWVGfu49I/AAAAAAAAASs/QDhw4BjPycE/s1600-h/ASorte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130539321026077650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RzNWVGfu49I/AAAAAAAAASs/QDhw4BjPycE/s320/ASorte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem retirada d' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abola.pt/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A BOLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando é a sorte que nos impede de algo...não podemos fazer muito. A minha equipa deve ao infortúnio, puro e duro, o resultado final. Contudo, não posso deixar de pensar no que teria acontecido se um lance casualíssimo tivesse sido validado.. que daria, feitas as contas finais, uma vitória ao &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sporting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Acaba por ser também isto que dói na alma dum desportista. Mas para além disso, muito para além disso fica uma exibição de encher o olho...calando aqueles que queriam à força toda colocar uma crise no "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;covil do leão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", como que, à boa maneira da teoria conspirativa, querendo afastar os olhares da verdadeira crise, aquela do "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ninho da águia"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Aquela que fez com que uma equipa completamente renovada, na qual foram gastos milhões e milhões de euros, fosse afastada da &lt;strong&gt;Taça da Liga&lt;/strong&gt; e fizesse uma campanha aquém das expectativas quer no &lt;strong&gt;Campeonato Nacional&lt;/strong&gt; quer na &lt;strong&gt;Liga dos Campeões&lt;/strong&gt;. São coisas do desporto digo eu, mas os elementos externos ao desporto, sim escrevi bem externos (!) -os dirigentes, os editores de jornais, os empresários do futebol (com tantos valores investidos), etc... - não se interessam com isso, só com o dinheiro, teimam então em arranjar &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bodes expiatórios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desejo aos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Benfiquistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tanto ou mais do que me desejam a mim...mas deixem os outros em paz, tratem dos vossos podres!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para terminar uma palavra ao &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F.C. Porto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - grande Porto! Goste-se ou não, eles dão cartas também por nós Portugueses! E dá gosto ver aquela equipa a jogar...ai quando o Quaresma ficar em forma! Boa sorte na Liga dos Campeões...menos sorte no Campeonato!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-4977474052740595991?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/4977474052740595991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=4977474052740595991&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/4977474052740595991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/4977474052740595991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/11/da-pouca-sorte-aps-crise-que-afinal.html' title='Da pouca sorte após a crise que afinal é doutros!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RzNWVGfu49I/AAAAAAAAASs/QDhw4BjPycE/s72-c/ASorte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-8744285363687591076</id><published>2007-11-03T17:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:44:33.902Z</updated><title type='text'>O conselho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RyyuKsl4ktI/AAAAAAAAASA/FBiVsEXRVLk/s1600-h/ClockExplosion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128665574460134098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RyyuKsl4ktI/AAAAAAAAASA/FBiVsEXRVLk/s320/ClockExplosion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clock Explosion&lt;/strong&gt; - Salvador Dali (1954) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vive a vida com a sensação de que hoje pode ser o último dia que vês o teu irmão ou a tua irmã, o teu pai ou a tua mãe, o teu avô ou a tua avó, o teu primo ou a tua prima, o teu amigo ou a tua amiga, o teu namorado ou a tua namorada , a tua mulher ou o teu marido, o teu filho ou a tua filha, o teu tio ou a tua tia, o teu conhecido ou a tua conhecida, ou até mesmo o teu inimigo! Lembra-te que na efemeridade dos dias podes perder-te na tua essência e esquecer os teus valores, os teus ideais...esqueces quem gostavas de ser e por medo (às vezes o teu maior inimigo) fica na penumbra dos dias que passam sem parar. Revela-te e não esqueças a famosíssima &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...ou seja, "colhe o dia" como se de uma flor se tratasse e disfruta do seu perfume, da sua beleza, das sensações que daí advirão! Não guardes para o futuro a vivência deste presente, TU aconteces agora...amanhã talvez...não sabes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-8744285363687591076?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/8744285363687591076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=8744285363687591076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8744285363687591076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8744285363687591076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-conselho.html' title='O conselho...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RyyuKsl4ktI/AAAAAAAAASA/FBiVsEXRVLk/s72-c/ClockExplosion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-3102034083097026165</id><published>2007-11-03T17:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T17:03:28.981Z</updated><title type='text'>O facto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida é uma doença sexualmente transmissível&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; que leva invariavelmente à morte...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-3102034083097026165?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/3102034083097026165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=3102034083097026165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3102034083097026165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3102034083097026165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-facto.html' title='O facto!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-5505660931167036880</id><published>2007-10-26T14:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T14:14:40.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A moral do American Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6bbXgUNOws&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6bbXgUNOws&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-5505660931167036880?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/5505660931167036880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=5505660931167036880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5505660931167036880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5505660931167036880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/10/moral-do-american-dad.html' title='A moral do American Dad!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-7664243821809647160</id><published>2007-10-25T21:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:56:47.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque é de status que se vive neste país...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(...)alguns médicos espanhóis preferem trabalhar em Portugal porque o "&lt;strong&gt;salário é mais alto, os contratos são por tempo indeterminado e o &lt;em&gt;status&lt;/em&gt; é superior&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://noticias.sapo.pt/lusa/artigo/18UD6Nw%2BD4itxOCiC%2Byh6w.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-7664243821809647160?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/7664243821809647160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=7664243821809647160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7664243821809647160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7664243821809647160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/10/porque-de-status-que-se-vive-neste-pas.html' title='Porque é de status que se vive neste país...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-9150988328913142777</id><published>2007-10-24T01:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T02:01:09.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Correndo o risco de ser cáustico...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/Rx6ZLT_FqDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hmYPMmsiIrs/s1600-h/IncidenciasCulturais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124701845616699442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/Rx6ZLT_FqDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hmYPMmsiIrs/s320/IncidenciasCulturais.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-9150988328913142777?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/9150988328913142777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=9150988328913142777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/9150988328913142777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/9150988328913142777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/10/correndo-o-risco-de-ser-sarcstico.html' title='Correndo o risco de ser cáustico...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/Rx6ZLT_FqDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hmYPMmsiIrs/s72-c/IncidenciasCulturais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-9155974776632107907</id><published>2007-10-16T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T12:06:57.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-9155974776632107907?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/9155974776632107907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=9155974776632107907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/9155974776632107907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/9155974776632107907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/10/thought.html' title='The thought'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-7205427529844134816</id><published>2007-10-15T17:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T17:44:55.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Destinos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RxOY2z_FqCI/AAAAAAAAARw/dmpsQnKL0V4/s1600-h/Jardim+Bot%C3%A2nico+Coimbra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121605268685563938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RxOY2z_FqCI/AAAAAAAAARw/dmpsQnKL0V4/s320/Jardim+Bot%C3%A2nico+Coimbra.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje queria escrever sobre...nada! E é engraçado quando na serenidade dos meus dias me encontro comigo mesmo e quero escrever sobre nada... Trata-se de algo de errado a passar-se comigo? &lt;strong&gt;Não&lt;/strong&gt;... Trata-se sim duma nova etapa! Finalmente a nova etapa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Canalizo pois para mim esta serenidade, esta profunda alegria... que bom senti-la! A bonança caracteriza-se por isso, ouvi dizer, e é neste encontro comigo mesmo que percebo que tudo na vida segue um rumo bem determinado. Caricato agora que começo a pensar nisto que me assiste... Tudo na vida segue um caminho bem determinado! É exactamente assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por vezes ajudamo-nos a fazer escolhas, a aceitar ou a recusar, a sorrir ou a chorar, a amar ou a odiar, a fugir ou a voltar...no fim de contas, ajudamo-nos a revelar-nos nas escolhas que fazemos! Este é o destino no seu sentido social... Eu hoje conheci aquela pessoa, que vai fazer aproximar-me dela, ou afastar-me, e consoante a minha escolha vou resgatar um sem número de acontecimentos futuros possíveis da sua aleatoriedade. Vou determinar, se me tornar seu próximo, escolhas suas, influênciar escolhas suas, novas paixões, novos hobbies...e o vice-versa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somos veículos para a interacção, e cabe-nos a nós saber também quando parar com este papel. Por vezes é inevitável esta saída de cena, por mais dolorosa que seja...Parecerá um contra-senso, mas a felicidade acaba por ser determinada por isto, por sabermos que para sermos felizes temos que sofrer...Afinal não podemos ter o melhor de dois mundos, desengane-se quem pensar assim. E eu, só quero o melhor deste mundo, ser feliz ficando ao pé de quem quero estar e sentir nos outros a sua felicidade mesmo que à distância...mesmo sem estar lá!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soube bem esta escrita...serena...complexa...minha, e se calhar por isso mesmo só eu a perceberei! Assim será se tiver que ser...se for essa a vontade do destino...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-7205427529844134816?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/7205427529844134816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=7205427529844134816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7205427529844134816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7205427529844134816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/10/destinos.html' title='Destinos'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RxOY2z_FqCI/AAAAAAAAARw/dmpsQnKL0V4/s72-c/Jardim+Bot%C3%A2nico+Coimbra.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-7448231310661490205</id><published>2007-10-14T12:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:55:03.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O abstracto dos nossos dias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RxH47D_FqBI/AAAAAAAAARo/w5KJ_qExhbE/s1600-h/Felicidades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121147944862853138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RxH47D_FqBI/AAAAAAAAARo/w5KJ_qExhbE/s320/Felicidades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-7448231310661490205?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/7448231310661490205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=7448231310661490205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7448231310661490205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7448231310661490205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-abstracto-dos-nosso-dias.html' title='O abstracto dos nossos dias...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RxH47D_FqBI/AAAAAAAAARo/w5KJ_qExhbE/s72-c/Felicidades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-8786624419810732579</id><published>2007-10-13T15:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T15:22:47.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenham cuidado, muito cuidado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/197wJSbSBbs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/197wJSbSBbs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-8786624419810732579?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/8786624419810732579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=8786624419810732579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8786624419810732579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/8786624419810732579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/10/tenham-cuidado-muito-cuidado.html' title='Tenham cuidado, muito cuidado!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-3980377882817735036</id><published>2007-10-13T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T14:37:01.448+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Necessidades básicas?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.toshiba.pt/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120814127119706098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RxDJUT_Fp_I/AAAAAAAAARY/6Y36ZAu3OJ0/s320/A2001JS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A necessidade por vezes faz o querer e...haja dinheiro! O meu "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;novo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" companheiro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-3980377882817735036?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/3980377882817735036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=3980377882817735036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3980377882817735036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3980377882817735036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/10/necessidades-bsicas.html' title='Necessidades básicas?!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RxDJUT_Fp_I/AAAAAAAAARY/6Y36ZAu3OJ0/s72-c/A2001JS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-1505937981300439716</id><published>2007-10-11T14:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T18:03:09.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O perverso da Democracia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RxDRlj_FqAI/AAAAAAAAARg/BhuU0HA__E4/s1600-h/soares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120823219565471746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RxDRlj_FqAI/AAAAAAAAARg/BhuU0HA__E4/s320/soares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Engraçado como na política, e tal como no futebol, o que ontem era bom e excepcional hoje pode ser mediocre e miseravelmente despresível. Nesta quadratura insere-se Mário Soares! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Incrível o modo como falou da eleição de Luís Filipe Meneses como novo líder do PSD. O ex-Presidente da República definiu a vitória de Luís Filipe Menezes como "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma desgraça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" afirmando ainda que "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um Governo precisa de uma oposição forte e estruturada, porque senão pode dizer que não há alternativas e que pode fazer o que quiser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". (e eu a pensar que era isso mesmo que o governo sentia. Agora sim, vamos ver oposição!!!) Mas o que mais me incomoda nesta intervenção nem é o descuido e a falta de pompa que a caracteriza, adjectivos que cada vez mais caracterizam as aparições de Mário Soares, incomoda-me sim é o desculpabilizar descarado que este ensetou no dia seguinte. Mário Soares afinal enganou-se e para além do mais as suas declarações foram retiradas dum contexto completamente diferente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Triste e ao mesmo tempo penosa, é esta a forma como Mário Soares continua a aparecer em público... Acho que há um momento para tudo, e ele já teve o seu momento. Tanto mais, é engraçado ver alguém falar de política sem se perceber muito bem os seus ideais, ele acaba por ser um "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perverso da democracia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"...afinal não é ele o dono dos terrenos onde pretendiam construir o aeroporto da OTA? Não foi ele que mediou agora uns negócios com a Venezuela com a intenção de criar uma parceria entre a GalpEnergia, a Fundação Mário Soares e a Venzuela na área do petróleo e do gás?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-1505937981300439716?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/1505937981300439716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=1505937981300439716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1505937981300439716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1505937981300439716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-perverso-da-democracia.html' title='O perverso da Democracia!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RxDRlj_FqAI/AAAAAAAAARg/BhuU0HA__E4/s72-c/soares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-4737769810246052034</id><published>2007-09-29T11:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T11:15:10.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Partilha!</title><content type='html'>Hoje só me apetece dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERDA PARA ISTO TUDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-4737769810246052034?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/4737769810246052034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=4737769810246052034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/4737769810246052034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/4737769810246052034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/09/partilha.html' title='Partilha!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-1136970445264451014</id><published>2007-09-28T10:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T11:13:48.648+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling so SIC...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MpB1Ydko4NU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois, acredito que para muitos esta atitude de Pedro Santana Lopes não foi correcta! Discordo por completo de quem tem essa opinião e considero que ele, por mais que custe a alguns, tem &lt;strong&gt;TODA&lt;/strong&gt; a razão. A&lt;strong&gt; SIC Notícias&lt;/strong&gt; esteve mal e pior esteve quando no dia seguinte se excusou a pedir desculpas a Santana Lopes e se limitou a lançar uma "triste" &lt;a href="http://sic.sapo.pt/online/noticias/pais/Nota+da+Direccao+de+Informacao.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nota da direcção de informação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Nada que não comece a ser normal vindo duma equipa liderada por &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricardo Costa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-1136970445264451014?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/1136970445264451014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=1136970445264451014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1136970445264451014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/1136970445264451014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-feeling-so-sic.html' title='I&apos;m feeling so SIC...'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-7664680078443084250</id><published>2007-09-19T14:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:49:42.228+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto valerá uma assinatura?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OjC_k1B0Xdg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OjC_k1B0Xdg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-7664680078443084250?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/7664680078443084250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=7664680078443084250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7664680078443084250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7664680078443084250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/09/quanto-valer-uma-assinatura.html' title='Quanto valerá uma assinatura?'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-7521854410189443751</id><published>2007-09-10T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:01:15.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A "dor" que não fica!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RuV4GmK0uVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Q2BG_txUvLQ/s1600-h/DSC01528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108621407042189650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RuV4GmK0uVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Q2BG_txUvLQ/s320/DSC01528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E algures por essa Europa fiz aquilo que mais gosto, amizades! Podem durar pouco tempo, mas também poderão durar muito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como alguém me disse, na hora da despedida, um &lt;strong&gt;ADEUS só dói se soubermos lá no fundo que nunca mais haverá um reencontro&lt;/strong&gt;. Por isso tentei dizer até já...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora, hora de labuta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-7521854410189443751?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/7521854410189443751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=7521854410189443751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7521854410189443751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7521854410189443751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/09/e-algures-por-essa-europa-fiz-aquilo.html' title='A &quot;dor&quot; que não fica!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RuV4GmK0uVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Q2BG_txUvLQ/s72-c/DSC01528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-7373754905029453475</id><published>2007-07-24T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T00:02:54.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Inverdade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Eu não tenho carácter de fraco nem de medroso. Sou uma pessoa determinada que dou o peito à luta e só exijo que a luta seja feita em condições de igualdade para todos!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Paulo Portas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-7373754905029453475?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/7373754905029453475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=7373754905029453475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7373754905029453475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/7373754905029453475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/07/uma-inverdade.html' title='Uma Inverdade!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-2693379315566142370</id><published>2007-07-23T23:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T00:01:19.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim não Paulito!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RqUwAYx1YDI/AAAAAAAAANI/8WbgqTX5LnA/s1600-h/Paulo_Portas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090527737021816882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RqUwAYx1YDI/AAAAAAAAANI/8WbgqTX5LnA/s320/Paulo_Portas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Então onde está o combativo líder do CDS-PP, que contra ventos e marés levava o seu navio sempre a bom porto?! Onde está o homem que disse assumir toda a responsabilidade dum eventual desaire nas eleições intercalares em Lisboa? (não falemos dos resultados na Madeira...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Será que este não será mais um político que entra no jogo da politiquice tão típica de todos os outros....sendo só mais um por isso mesmo? Acho que sim, que é só mais um político, apesar de este ter afirmado categoricamente, no dia das eleições intercalares de Lisboa que não, que não entraria em jogos políticos porque não era mais um a fazer &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;politicazinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Disse que era necessário reflectir sobre aqueles resultados, internamente, no seio do seu Partido Popular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas, então Paulo Portas, se não és assim porque é que na tua reflexão, desde aquele dia das eleições, não ponderaste verdadeiramente sobre os resultados do teu partido? Porque é que só pensaste na típica e já gasta teoria da cabala? Evitaste falar dos resultados do teu partido, preferindo insinuar que a questão "&lt;a href="http://ultimahora.publico.clix.pt/noticia.aspx?id=1300164"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;submarinos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" estará implicita neste descalabro, porquê? Eu sei porque foi! É que és mais um...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-2693379315566142370?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/2693379315566142370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=2693379315566142370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2693379315566142370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/2693379315566142370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/07/assim-no-paulito.html' title='Assim não Paulito!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RqUwAYx1YDI/AAAAAAAAANI/8WbgqTX5LnA/s72-c/Paulo_Portas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-3408254237428836647</id><published>2007-07-21T15:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:11:56.748+01:00</updated><title type='text'>David Fonseca - Superstars!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QsOmpv5I-jg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Este é o novo single e o novo vídeo do David Fonseca, ambos feitos por ele! O album estreará em breve. Contudo este post não fica por aqui. No blog do David podemos saber como surgiu esta música &lt;strong&gt;Superstars&lt;/strong&gt; num &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Webisódio 1 - "Superstars" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;que também deixo aqui. É impressionante o crescimento artístico deste músico, e acima de tudo a sua constante "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;evolução&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Portugal tem poucos, ou nenhum (!?) artista com o multifacetismo de David Fonseca...um verdadeiros artista, pois é isso que ele faz, &lt;strong&gt;ARTE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://imgs.sapo.pt/sapovideo/swf/flvplayer-sapo.swf?file=" width="400" height="325" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-3408254237428836647?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/3408254237428836647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=3408254237428836647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3408254237428836647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/3408254237428836647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/07/david-fonseca-superstars.html' title='David Fonseca - Superstars!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-4371667746985117947</id><published>2007-07-21T14:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:32:24.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Make some noise, save Darfur!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RqIRSYx1YBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/U1ERjXWWynY/s1600-h/MakeSomeNoise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089649536468869138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RqIRSYx1YBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/U1ERjXWWynY/s320/MakeSomeNoise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este é um mundo de injustiças! São inúmeras as injustiças de que nos queixamos dia após dia - elas são impostos, são não termos dinheiro para comprar esta ou aquela mordomia...enfim, trivialidades se pensarmos bem! Mas então e as verdadeiras injustiças?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Será que nos esquecemos que ainda hoje há mulheres que são discriminadas e abusadas pelo facto de serem mulheres? Será que nos esquecemos que ainda há fome no mundo? Será? Será que nos esquecemos que no Sudão, milhares de pessoas são mortas, numa chacina sem precedentes, e que os governantes daquele país impedem a entrada dos capacetes azuis, apoiando pilhagens, assassínios e violações perpetuadas não só pelas &lt;strong&gt;forças armadas sudanesas&lt;/strong&gt; como também pelas &lt;strong&gt;milícias Janjawid&lt;/strong&gt; apoiadas pelo governo? Será que nos esquecemos, ou ignoramos que cerca de &lt;strong&gt;200 000 pessoas&lt;/strong&gt; morreram em apenas 4 anos e que cerca de &lt;strong&gt;2,5 milhões&lt;/strong&gt; são refugiados de guerra?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi no tentativa de defesa da população de Darfur - que hoje sofre um dos maiores ataques aos seus direitos humanos de que há memória– que a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amnesty.org/"&gt;Amnistia Internacional&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decidiu promover um álbum intitulado “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make Some Noise, Save Darfur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”. O álbum é constituído por 2 CD’s de 28 canções de &lt;em&gt;John Lennon&lt;/em&gt; regravadas (segundo as faixas de músicas) por: U2, R.E.M., Christina Aguilera, Aerosmith, Sierra Leone’s Refugee All Stars, Lenny Kravitz, The Cure, Corinne Bailey Rae, Jakob Dylan, Dhani Harrison, Jackson Browne, The Raveonettes, Avril Lavigne, Big &amp; Rich, Eskimo Joe, Youssou N’Dour, Green Day, Black Eyed Peas, Jack Johnson, Ben Harper, Snow Patrol, Matisyahu, The Postal Service, Jaguares, The Flaming Lips, Jack’s Mannequin, Mick Fleetwood, Duran Duran, A-ha, Tokio Hotel, Regina Spektor. Podemos ainda ouvir 10 canções extra de &lt;em&gt;John Lennon&lt;/em&gt; revisitadas por Gavin Rossdale, The Deftones, Ben Jelen, Meshell Ndegeocello, Rocky Dawuni, OAR, Widespread Panic, Emmanuel Jal, Fab Faux e Yellowcard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cada um de nós reagirá de modo diferente, certamente...eu não consigo ficar indiferente! Quem quiser "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fazer algum barulho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" por Darfur, poderá encontrar no &lt;em&gt;template&lt;/em&gt; deste &lt;strong&gt;blog&lt;/strong&gt; (à direita) um &lt;em&gt;Media Player&lt;/em&gt; com as músicas deste álbum - podendo encomendá-lo (!), assim como a possibilidade de assinar uma petição pela defesa do povo de Darfur. Não sejamos indiferentes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://noise.amnesty.org/site/pp.aspx?c=adKIIVNsEkG&amp;amp;b=1199681"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089655613847592994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RqIW0Ix1YCI/AAAAAAAAANA/4oDwVVyL-k8/s320/makesomenoise.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-4371667746985117947?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/4371667746985117947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=4371667746985117947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/4371667746985117947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/4371667746985117947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/07/make-some-noise-save-darfur.html' title='Make some noise, save Darfur!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RqIRSYx1YBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/U1ERjXWWynY/s72-c/MakeSomeNoise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-5573798815492747400</id><published>2007-07-19T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T16:25:47.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A verdade dos sentimentos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/Rp-CWBHnjQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/B1-jyY1085A/s1600-h/Averdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088929418721070338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/Rp-CWBHnjQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/B1-jyY1085A/s320/Averdade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"E foi assim que descobri que todas as coisas continuam para sempre, como um rio que corre ininterruptamente para o mar, por mais que façam para o deter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabes, quem não acredita em Deus, acredita nestas coisas, que tem como evidentes. Acredita na eternidade das pedras e não na dos sentimentos; acredita na integridade da água, do vento, das estrelas. Eu acredito na continuidade das coisas que amamos, acredito que para sempre ouviremos o som da água no rio onde tantas vezes mergulhámos a cara, para sempre passaremos pela sombra da árvore onde tantas vezes parámos, para sempre seremos a brisa que entra e passeia pela casa, para sempre deslizaremos através do silêncio das noites quietas em que tantas vezes olhámos o céu e interrogámos o seu sentido. Nisto eu acredito: na veemência destas coisas sem princípio nem fim, na verdade dos sentimentos nunca traídos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não te Deixarei Morrer, David Crockett&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de Miguel Sousa Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-5573798815492747400?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/5573798815492747400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=5573798815492747400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5573798815492747400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5573798815492747400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/07/verdade-dos-sentimentos.html' title='A verdade dos sentimentos!'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/Rp-CWBHnjQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/B1-jyY1085A/s72-c/Averdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-5933118177184824055</id><published>2007-07-16T17:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:24:38.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os cromos de Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Este país prima mesmo pela peculiaridade das suas figuras pública.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088140132581084386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/Rpy0fhHnjOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PIqgA5XnxFE/s320/saramago.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Primeiro, as descabidas e provocadoras declarações do Nobel da Literatura, que o ganhou escrevendo em Português, ou terá sido noutra língua...como o espanhol!? Mas sentido de pátria tem ele, ou que noção histórica terá ele da luta que foi travada para nos separarmos de Leão/Castela primeiro e de Espanha depois?! De certeza uma completamente diferente da minha....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088140248545201394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/Rpy0mRHnjPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1aly1eI66AE/s320/AJJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois, as declarações de Alberto João Jardim acerca da Interrupção Voluntária da Gravidez, se gundo o qual «&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/PaginaInicial/Politica/Interior.aspx?content_id=45656"&gt;Portugal é que está na ilegalidade ao aplicar lei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;», bem ao jeito duma outra declaração onde recorreu ao eufemismo: «&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;em Portugal, não há testículos para se dizer que o referendo acabou por ser um fracasso do regime político&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;».&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De facto, dois exemplos diametralmente opostos no que às suas ideologias políticas diz respeito , mas bem similares na forma descabida e até caricata como fazem valer os seus pontos de vista. Só aqui...em Portugal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-5933118177184824055?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/5933118177184824055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=5933118177184824055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5933118177184824055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5933118177184824055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/07/os-cromos-de-portugal.html' title='Os cromos de Portugal'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/Rpy0fhHnjOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PIqgA5XnxFE/s72-c/saramago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-4697307436187921703</id><published>2007-07-16T17:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T12:59:01.099+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do incumprimento dos partidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/Rpyu8BHnjNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/TGRvJcDiw0g/s1600-h/CamaraLX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088134025137589458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/Rpyu8BHnjNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/TGRvJcDiw0g/s320/CamaraLX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"António Costa e o PS ganharam e Fernando Negrão e o PSD sofreram pesada derrota, como aliás era esperado, mas as eleições intercalares em Lisboa ficaram marcadas por outro facto não menos importante: &lt;strong&gt;62% dos eleitores não votaram&lt;/strong&gt; e entre os que votaram 27% fizeram-no em candidatos independentes. Depois do fenómeno Manuel Alegre nas últimas eleições presidenciais, os eleitores, neste caso os de Lisboa, continuam a mostrar- -se cada vez mais &lt;strong&gt;imunes ao chamamento dos partidos&lt;/strong&gt;, em especial daqueles que nos últimos 33 anos têm sido responsáveis pelas soluções de governação, nas cidades e no País. Estão aqui demonstradas nestes números a crescente &lt;strong&gt;indiferença&lt;/strong&gt; dos cidadãos em relação aos eleitos - mesmo descontadas as circunstâncias particulares destas eleições, disputadas em período de férias - e, igualmente, uma crescente disponibilidade para ouvir um discurso contra os partidos mesmo que feito a partir de dentro, como é o caso de Helena Roseta. Os partidos vão ter de se habituar a viver com esta realidade, que é consequência de muitas &lt;strong&gt;expectativas frustradas&lt;/strong&gt; e de outras &lt;strong&gt;tantas promessas de campanha não cumpridas&lt;/strong&gt;. António Costa obteve um resultado em termos percentuais e de mandatos apenas suficiente para o PS. Mas a verdade é que ganhou numa conjuntura que, se tinha um lado bom - o falhanço da governação anterior do PSD, que conduziu a eleições intercalares, também tinha um mau: o de lutar contra a eventualidade de algum voto crítico à actividade governativa do País. É esta última contingência (de o partido do Governo ter conquistado a capital), associada à fragmentação do espaço de centro-direita, que &lt;strong&gt;faz parecer&lt;/strong&gt; o resultado melhor. O verdadeiro teste à proclamada capacidade política a António Costa começa agora, tendo de partir para uma governação sem maioria e de enfrentar durante dois anos uma assembleia municipal (que ontem não foi a votos) dominada pelo PSD. Preferirá, e poderá (?), ele governar sozinho, com acordos pontuais, ou fará uma coligação que lhe tornará mais difícil pedir a maioria absoluta daqui por dois anos? &lt;strong&gt;O PSD sai duplamente penalizado.&lt;/strong&gt; Teve um resultado catastrófico e ainda viu Carmona Rodrigues triunfar na sua relação com os eleitores do PSD de Lisboa. Mais do que a inabilidade política de Fernando Negrão, quem &lt;strong&gt;verdadeiramente saiu derrotado foi Marques Mendes&lt;/strong&gt;. Teve tempo mas não foi capaz nem de encontrar uma solução vencedora para a lista nem de negociar a saída de cena de Carmona. Vai ter de contar espingardas para enfrentar o desafio aberto de Luís Filipe Menezes à sua liderança nas "directas" que ontem decidiu antecipar. De resto, há ainda outras conclusões. Carmona Rodrigues teve êxito no discurso de vitimização e continuará na CM Lisboa como vereador. &lt;strong&gt;Paulo Portas e o PP pagaram&lt;/strong&gt; duramente a delapidação do património do partido com a saída de Maria José Nogueira Pinto. Tal como o PSD, o PP também vai ter de percorrer o caminho da legitimação interna. E Helena Roseta, depois de Manuel Alegre, voltou a &lt;strong&gt;ensombrar a alegria de José Sócrates&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/"&gt;Diário de Notícias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-4697307436187921703?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/4697307436187921703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=4697307436187921703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/4697307436187921703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/4697307436187921703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-incumprimento-dos-partidos.html' title='Do incumprimento dos partidos'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/Rpyu8BHnjNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/TGRvJcDiw0g/s72-c/CamaraLX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-5604785407996701859</id><published>2007-07-15T13:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T13:42:34.184+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu para sempre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RpoWBBHnjMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5UWMzfpsaLc/s1600-h/PerderAlguÃ©m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087402935804464322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RpoWBBHnjMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5UWMzfpsaLc/s320/PerderAlgu%C3%A9m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"E a tua voz ouço-a agora, vinda de longe, como o som do mar imaginado dentro de um búzio. Vejo-te através da espuma quebrada na areia das praias, num mar de Setembro, com cheiro a algas e a iodo. E de novo acredito que nada do que é importante se perde verdadeiramente. Apenas nos iludimos, julgando ser donos das coisas, dos instantes e dos outros. Comigo caminham todos os mortos que amei, todos os amigos que se afastaram, todos os dias felizes que se apagaram. Não perdi nada, apenas ilusões de que tudo podia ser meu pra sempre."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não te Deixarei Morrer, David Crockett&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; de Miguel Sousa Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-5604785407996701859?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/5604785407996701859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=5604785407996701859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-6586431483175093323</id><published>2007-07-15T10:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:41:44.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A frase IgNobel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/2007/07/15/artes/nao_profeta_portugal_acabara_integra.html"&gt;Não sou profeta, mas Portugal acabará por integrar-se na Espanha&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Saramago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-6586431483175093323?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-940271268373913925</id><published>2007-07-14T20:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T20:06:58.635+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Film lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/koRlFnBlDH0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/koRlFnBlDH0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-940271268373913925?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18362463.post-7502178237183429229</id><published>2007-07-14T18:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T18:43:24.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma confissão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RpkLMhHnjLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/euRzz-oR5sw/s1600-h/You+Are+Perfect.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087109563768343730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RpkLMhHnjLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/euRzz-oR5sw/s320/You+Are+Perfect.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-7502178237183429229?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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que às vezes vejo à minha volta! Só peço, e espero ser Ouvido, nunca me tornar assim...se é que não estou já infectado com esse vírus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18362463-5713163202505938086?l=nudethought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/feeds/5713163202505938086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18362463&amp;postID=5713163202505938086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5713163202505938086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18362463/posts/default/5713163202505938086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nudethought.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-merdices-do-vida.html' title='As merdices do vida'/><author><name>Carreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12860934898768388953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://fotos.sapo.pt/brunopcarreira/pic/0001kwzy'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XwMGlm3fTks/RpkEuxHnjKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zg2CdDeKo7E/s72-c/Fingimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
