<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549</id><updated>2009-02-21T10:44:45.449Z</updated><title type='text'>O Sotão</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-114640411380639784</id><published>2006-04-30T14:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T14:35:13.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arnold Böcklin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/1600/bocklin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/320/bocklin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Isle of the Dead (Die Toteninsel) , de Arnold Böcklin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-114640411380639784?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arnold_B%C3%B6cklin' title='Arnold Böcklin'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114640411380639784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114640411380639784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/04/arnold-bcklin.html' title='Arnold Böcklin'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-114597109271759265</id><published>2006-04-25T14:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:18:12.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>On his death bed when a priest asked him to 'renounce satan':&lt;em&gt; "Now now, dear man, this is not the time to be making enemies."&lt;/em&gt; François-Marie Arouet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-114597109271759265?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114597109271759265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114597109271759265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-114539883012766996</id><published>2006-04-18T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:22:06.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Onde está a felicidade?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;«- Em suma, queres saber onde está a felicidade?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Se quero!!…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  &lt;i&gt;Está debaixo de uma tábua, onde se encontram cento e cinquenta contos de  réis.»&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excerto de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Onde Está a Felicidade?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="extiw" title="w:Camilo_Castelo_Branco" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camilo_Castelo_Branco"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Camilo Castelo  Branco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-114539883012766996?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114539883012766996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114539883012766996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/04/onde-est-felicidade.html' title='&quot;Onde está a felicidade?&quot;'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-114459104227435298</id><published>2006-04-09T14:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T14:57:22.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Como se costuma dizer... só se estragava uma casa!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-114459104227435298?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114459104227435298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114459104227435298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/04/como-se-costuma-dizer-s-se-estragava.html' title='&quot;Como se costuma dizer... só se estragava uma casa!&quot;'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-114401050197308302</id><published>2006-04-02T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:44:20.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda o apanhamos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;« — Ainda o apanhamos!&lt;br /&gt;Os dois amigos lançaram o passo, largamente. E Carlos, que&lt;br /&gt;arrojara o charuto, ia dizendo na aragem fina e fria que lhes cor-&lt;br /&gt;tava a face:&lt;br /&gt;— Que raiva ter esquecido o paiozinho! Enfim, acabou-se. Ao&lt;br /&gt;menos assentámos a teoria definitiva da existência. Com efeito,&lt;br /&gt;não vale a pena fazer um esforço, correr com ânsia para coisa&lt;br /&gt;alguma.&lt;br /&gt;Ega, ao lado, ajuntava, ofegante, atirando as pernas magras:&lt;br /&gt;— Nem para o amor, nem para a glória, nem para o dinheiro,&lt;br /&gt;nem para o poder.&lt;br /&gt;A lanterna vermelha do americano, ao longe, no escuro, parara.&lt;br /&gt;E foi em Carlos e em João da Ega uma esperança, outro esforço:&lt;br /&gt;— Ainda o apanhamos!&lt;br /&gt;— Ainda o apanhamos!&lt;br /&gt;De novo a lanterna deslizou e fugiu. Então, para apanhar o&lt;br /&gt;americano, os dois amigos romperam a correr desesperadamente&lt;br /&gt;pela Rampa de Santos e pelo Aterro, sob a primeira claridade do&lt;br /&gt;luar que subia. »&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerto d' "Os Maias" de Eça de Queirós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-114401050197308302?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114401050197308302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114401050197308302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/04/ainda-o-apanhamos.html' title='Ainda o apanhamos!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-114366656973831739</id><published>2006-03-29T22:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:17:42.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#?</title><content type='html'>###########&lt;br /&gt;##############&lt;br /&gt;###############&lt;br /&gt;###- ######&lt;br /&gt;# ###&lt;br /&gt;# ## ##&lt;br /&gt;#### # ##&lt;br /&gt;# ##&lt;br /&gt;- ##&lt;br /&gt;# # #&lt;br /&gt;###### #&lt;br /&gt;# #&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#  #  #  ###  ###  ###  #  #  #&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-114366656973831739?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114366656973831739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114366656973831739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='#?'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-114350797066080971</id><published>2006-03-28T01:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T14:12:18.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>V for Vendetta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember, remember the fifth of November,&lt;br /&gt;gunpowder, treason and plot,&lt;br /&gt;I see no reason why gunpowder treason&lt;br /&gt;should ever be forgot.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/320/Vmask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey Hammond: &lt;em&gt;Who--who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;V: &lt;em&gt;Who?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Who is but the form following the function of what... and what I am is a man in a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Evey Hammond: &lt;em&gt;I can see that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V: &lt;em&gt;Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking on the paradox of asking a masked man who he is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;V: Behind this mask is a man, and behind this man is an idea. And ideas are bulletproof. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;V: &lt;em&gt;There is no such thing as coincidence, just the illusion of coincidence itself.&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/9390549-114350797066080971?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0434409/' title='V for Vendetta'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114350797066080971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114350797066080971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/03/v-for-vendetta.html' title='V for Vendetta'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-114280767298675812</id><published>2006-03-19T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-19T22:40:32.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Há momentos em que o tempo devia ser infinito...</title><content type='html'>O dia passa a correr,&lt;br /&gt;A noite passa a correr,&lt;br /&gt;Subimos escadas lançados com a pressa de não chegar a tempo,&lt;br /&gt;E descemo-las ainda mais depressa. Rápido! Rápido!&lt;br /&gt;O autocarro já vai a partir,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo está a esgotar-se a cada segundo. Escasseia!&lt;br /&gt;O coração apressa-se e o cerebro explode em confusão.&lt;br /&gt;É tão pouco havendo tanto, e...&lt;br /&gt;Se o tempo fosse infinito em alguns momentos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-114280767298675812?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114280767298675812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114280767298675812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/03/h-momentos-em-que-o-tempo-devia-ser.html' title='Há momentos em que o tempo devia ser infinito...'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-114168242911736582</id><published>2006-03-06T21:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:45:34.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Deixas-me ter um segredo só meu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-114168242911736582?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114168242911736582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114168242911736582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/03/deixas-me-ter-um-segredo-s-meu.html' title='Deixas-me ter um segredo só meu?'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-114160346429259181</id><published>2006-03-06T01:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:12:21.723Z</updated><title type='text'>No silêncio...</title><content type='html'>... ouvem-se as memórias que ficaram. O que lhes terá acontecido? Se calhar já estão bem longe, fugiram do mundo que os entristecia e estão agora a apagar as velas do bolo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-114160346429259181?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114160346429259181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114160346429259181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-silncio.html' title='No silêncio...'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-114048574329137807</id><published>2006-02-21T01:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-28T14:17:16.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Butterfly Effect</title><content type='html'>Há coisas que têm de ser assim... nem sempre se pode agradar a todos, nem a nós próprios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/1600/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/320/butterfly.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/9390549-114048574329137807?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0289879/' title='The Butterfly Effect'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114048574329137807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114048574329137807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/02/butterfly-effect.html' title='The Butterfly Effect'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-114046540466602245</id><published>2006-02-20T19:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:56:44.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Australia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/1600/Australia_flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/320/Australia_flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aranhas venenosas, tubarões, crocodilos, koalas.... hummmmm.... proposta tentadora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-114046540466602245?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114046540466602245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/114046540466602245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/02/australia.html' title='Australia?'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-113994430678394896</id><published>2006-02-14T19:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:06:31.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Upsss?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/1600/Explosion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/320/Explosion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O maior erro que um homem pode cometer é viver com medo de cometer um erro."&lt;/em&gt; (Hebbard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-113994430678394896?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113994430678394896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113994430678394896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/02/upsss.html' title='Upsss?!?'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-113978183550921793</id><published>2006-02-12T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:52:23.570Z</updated><title type='text'>Shall we go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/1600/travel_bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/320/travel_bag.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/9390549-113978183550921793?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113978183550921793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113978183550921793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/02/shall-we-go.html' title='Shall we go?'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-113943350597375568</id><published>2006-02-08T21:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:10:59.703Z</updated><title type='text'>Travelling...as soon as possible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/1600/lausanne_dia20%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/320/lausanne_dia20%20073.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you arrive? And when do we leave? ;)&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-113943350597375568?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113943350597375568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113943350597375568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/02/travellingas-soon-as-possible.html' title='Travelling...as soon as possible'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-113932452527620629</id><published>2006-02-07T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-07T15:02:05.336Z</updated><title type='text'>And then i saw an angel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-113932452527620629?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113932452527620629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113932452527620629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-then-i-saw-angel.html' title='And then i saw an angel...'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-113892324759409001</id><published>2006-02-02T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:34:07.636Z</updated><title type='text'>A adversidade lima-nos as arestas</title><content type='html'>Por vezes há criticas que nos fazem, umas justas outras nem tanto. Com as justas, descobrimos as nossas falhas e corrigimo-las. Com as outras, aprendemos a ser mais justos e tolerantes com os outros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-113892324759409001?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113892324759409001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113892324759409001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/02/adversidade-lima-nos-as-arestas.html' title='A adversidade lima-nos as arestas'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-113874579146950481</id><published>2006-01-31T21:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:16:31.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Where did they go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/1600/fog_ol.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/320/fog_ol.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somewhere... someday... somehow... will they remember? And when they do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-113874579146950481?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113874579146950481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113874579146950481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/01/where-did-they-go.html' title='Where did they go?'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-113842001335948856</id><published>2006-01-28T03:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-28T03:46:53.383Z</updated><title type='text'>Tuareg night</title><content type='html'>O espirito de Marrocos e do deserto em plena Lisboa, de volta do narguile e do chá, ao som das mil e uma noites e uma dança do ventre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/320/poza01desert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-113842001335948856?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113842001335948856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113842001335948856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/01/tuareg-night.html' title='Tuareg night'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-113842047241211828</id><published>2006-01-28T01:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:17:27.613Z</updated><title type='text'>Match Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"The man who said 'I'd rather be lucky than good’ saw deeply into life.  People are afraid to face how great a part of life is dependent on luck.  It's scary to think so much is out of one's control.  There are moments in a match when the ball hits the top of the net and for a split second it can either go forward or fall back.  With a little luck, it goes forward and you win…or maybe it doesn’t, and you lose.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nola Rice: You're going to do very well for yourself, unless you blow it.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher "Chris" Wilton: And how am I going to blow it?&lt;br /&gt;Nola Rice: By making a pass at me.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher "Chris" Wilton: So you are aware of your affect on men?&lt;br /&gt;Nola Rice: They think I'd be something very special.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher "Chris" Wilton: And are you?&lt;br /&gt;Nola Rice: No one's ever asked for they're money back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-113842047241211828?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0416320/' title='Match Point'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113842047241211828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113842047241211828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/01/match-point.html' title='Match Point'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-113797891418373565</id><published>2006-01-23T01:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-23T01:25:05.706Z</updated><title type='text'>"Só há uma maneira de acabar com o mal: é responder-lhe com o bem." (Tolstoi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/1600/Alphaomega.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/320/Alphaomega.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quando vires um homem bom, tenta imitá-lo; quando vires um homem mau, examina-te a ti mesmo." &lt;/em&gt;(Confúcio )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-113797891418373565?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113797891418373565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113797891418373565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/01/s-h-uma-maneira-de-acabar-com-o-mal.html' title='&quot;Só há uma maneira de acabar com o mal: é responder-lhe com o bem.&quot; (Tolstoi)'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-113780915126634671</id><published>2006-01-21T02:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-21T02:12:21.686Z</updated><title type='text'>The great escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/1600/photo-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/320/photo-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we know why ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-113780915126634671?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bar-thegreatescape.com/' title='The great escape'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113780915126634671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113780915126634671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/01/great-escape.html' title='The great escape'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-113780863110336053</id><published>2006-01-21T01:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-21T01:57:11.140Z</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/1600/lausanne_dia20%20106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7433/681/320/lausanne_dia20%20106.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/9390549-113780863110336053?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113780863110336053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113780863110336053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-113741521634902086</id><published>2006-01-16T12:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-21T02:22:19.593Z</updated><title type='text'>It's snowing...</title><content type='html'>... and we're playing with snow like children do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-113741521634902086?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113741521634902086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113741521634902086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-snowing.html' title='It&apos;s snowing...'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390549.post-113707878789904872</id><published>2006-01-12T15:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:13:07.926Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quando apontares com um dedo, lembra-te de que outros três dedos teus apontam para ti."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Provérbio inglês)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390549-113707878789904872?l=vivesonhos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113707878789904872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390549/posts/default/113707878789904872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivesonhos.blogspot.com/2006/01/quando-apontares-com-um-dedo-lembra-te.html' title=''/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10143558172609522234'/></author></entry></feed>