<?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-3394787965327562276</id><updated>2011-11-01T18:01:29.437-07:00</updated><category term='sentimento'/><category term='Micro Audio Waves'/><category term='verão'/><category term='férias'/><category term='Trofa'/><category term='wireless'/><category term='web 2.0'/><category term='medo'/><category term='Metro do Porto'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='tagging'/><category term='música'/><category term='reflexão'/><category term='Digg'/><category term='The Killers'/><title type='text'>Devaneios</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-6527687743045045230</id><published>2010-03-28T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:14:42.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nota pessoal:</title><content type='html'>Quando criares um blogue certifica-te que o manténs minimamente actualizado.&lt;br /&gt;Não vais lá com posts de 5 em 5 meses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Não gosto de falar na 3ª pessoa mas acho que faz todo o sentido tendo em conta a ocasião. Porquê? Não faço ideia. (Eu e as minhas "explicações" sempre coerentes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-6527687743045045230?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/6527687743045045230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=6527687743045045230&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/6527687743045045230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/6527687743045045230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2010/03/nota-pessoal.html' title='Nota pessoal:'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-5944880110610953642</id><published>2009-10-20T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:28:04.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmento do Homem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="maintext"&gt;"Que tempo é o nosso? Há quem diga que é um tempo a que falta amor. Convenhamos que é, pelo menos, um tempo em que tudo o que era nobre foi degradado, convertido em mercadoria. A obsessão do lucro foi transformando o homem num objecto com preço marcado. Estrangeiro a si próprio, surdo ao apelo do sangue, asfixiando a alma por todos os meios ao seu alcance, o que vem à tona é o mais abominável dos simulacros. Toda a arte moderna nos dá conta dessa catástrofe: o desencontro do homem com o homem. A sua grandeza reside nessa denúncia; a sua dignidade, em não pactuar com a mentira; a sua coragem, em arrancar máscaras e máscaras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="maintext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="maintext"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="maintext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="maintext"&gt;Desamparado até à medula, afogado nas águas difíceis da sua contradição, morrendo à míngua de autenticidade - eis o homem! Eis a triste, mutilada face humana, mais nostálgica de qualquer doutrina teológica que preocupada com uma problemática moral, que não sabe como fundar e instituir, pois nenhuma fará autoridade se não tiver em conta a totalidade do ser; nenhuma, em que espírito e vida sejam concebidos como irreconciliáveis; nenhuma, enquanto reduzir o homem a um fragmento do homem. Nós aprendemos com Pascal que o erro vem da exclusão. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;Eugénio de Andrade, in "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os Afluentes do Silêncio"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/3394787965327562276-5944880110610953642?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/5944880110610953642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=5944880110610953642&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/5944880110610953642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/5944880110610953642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2009/10/fragmento-do-homem.html' title='Fragmento do Homem'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-3081621566272925253</id><published>2009-08-05T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:22:30.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dá-me uma comichão</title><content type='html'>ver gente de férias, com as havaianas nos pés e com a tolha ao ombro, sempre prontos a rumarem&lt;br /&gt;à praia quando aparece uma nesga de sol, por mínima que seja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim é inveja, mas que posso eu fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil não estar de férias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-3081621566272925253?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/3081621566272925253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=3081621566272925253&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/3081621566272925253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/3081621566272925253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2009/08/da-me-uma-comichao.html' title='Dá-me uma comichão'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-7207055552866499819</id><published>2009-07-14T04:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T04:37:03.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinta-feira rumo a Gaia</title><content type='html'>E prometo não perder uma única Maré!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TOjEwNoskVQ&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-7207055552866499819?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/7207055552866499819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=7207055552866499819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/7207055552866499819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/7207055552866499819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2009/07/quinta-feira-rumo-gaia.html' title='Quinta-feira rumo a Gaia'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-1711927430434915897</id><published>2009-07-10T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:48:05.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou revoltado!</title><content type='html'>Xutos e Pontapés e The Gift para substituir Depeche Mode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que o SBSR é já amanhã, mas a organização do evento não podia arranjar nada mais interessante?&lt;br /&gt;Digo-o novamente... Xutos e Pontapés e The Gift? Xutos e Pontapés e The Gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito boa gente vai mandar o SBSR às urtigas este ano! O problema é que o dinheiro dos bilhetes não é reembolsado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porra pá! Estou revoltado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só por isso vou afogar as minhas mágoas nos verdadeiros cabeças de cartaz doSBSR Porto, os Nouvelle Vague. A ver vamos... espero que os franceses também não se lembrem de cancelar o concerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou mesmo revoltado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RqAPbFm4tXQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RqAPbFm4tXQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-1711927430434915897?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-8521151111807253308</id><published>2009-06-17T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T03:28:27.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem diria...</title><content type='html'>...que ser pivot do noticiário de TV ia ser tão bom?&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma experiência extraordinária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e foi assim que me despedi do JPN&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="305" height="248"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://jpn.icicom.up.pt/flash/flvplayer.swf" /&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="transparent" /&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="file=http://jpn.icicom.up.pt/video/video/noticiario-2009-06-12-jpn.flv&amp;image=http://jpn.icicom.up.pt/imagens/up/noticiario-2009-06-12-jpn.jpg&amp;showdigits=true&amp;allowfullscreen=false" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://jpn.icicom.up.pt/flash/flvplayer.swf" bgcolor="transparent" width="305" height="248"   flashvars="file=http://jpn.icicom.up.pt/video/video/noticiario-2009-06-12-jpn.flv&amp;image=http://jpn.icicom.up.pt/imagens/up/noticiario-2009-06-12-jpn.jpg&amp;showdigits=true&amp;allowfullscreen=false"type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-8521151111807253308?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/8521151111807253308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=8521151111807253308&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/8521151111807253308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/8521151111807253308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2009/06/quem-diria.html' title='Quem diria...'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-8478356098248436506</id><published>2009-06-15T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:44:51.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explodiu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no meu mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't speak 'cos your mind is amazing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/lS8-uKqqIq/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/lS8-uKqqIq/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=lS8-uKqqIq" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=lS8-uKqqIq" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=lS8-uKqqIq" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=lS8-uKqqIq" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/lS8-uKqqIq/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/pedroandrade/music/JcKNByMs/new-young-pony-club-the-bombmp3/"&gt;New Young Pony Club - The Bomb.mp3 - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-8478356098248436506?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/8478356098248436506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=8478356098248436506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/8478356098248436506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/8478356098248436506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2009/06/explodiu.html' title='Explodiu'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-4043673631145281698</id><published>2009-05-07T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:39:22.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para sempre</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tudo o que fazemos na vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ecoa pela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eternidade&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nunca algo fez tamanho sentido na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-4043673631145281698?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/4043673631145281698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=4043673631145281698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/4043673631145281698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/4043673631145281698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-sempre.html' title='Para sempre'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-8912594167404103797</id><published>2009-04-25T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:38:33.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;"A minha saudade tem o mar aprisionado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; na sua teia de datas e lugares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; É uma matéria vibrátil e nostálgica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; que não consigo tocar sem receio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; porque queima os dedos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; porque fere os lábios, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; porque dilacera os olhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; E não me venham dizer que é inocente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; passiva e benigna porque não posso acreditar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; Seria hipócrita se dissesse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; que esta saudade não me vem à boca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; com o sabor a fogo das coisas incumpridas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; Imagino-a distante e extinta, e contudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; cresce em mim como um distúrbio da paixão"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;i&gt;José Jorge Letria&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3394787965327562276-8912594167404103797?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/8912594167404103797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=8912594167404103797&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/8912594167404103797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/8912594167404103797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='*'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-8913751051482285570</id><published>2009-04-11T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:45:52.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque</title><content type='html'>Existem locais mágicos. Conhecidos por muitos mas intensos apenas para alguns.&lt;br /&gt;Existem horas mágicas. Que passam despercebidas até que alguém lhes dá sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existimos sem sentido, até que uma pessoa, uma só pessoa, nos dá o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/EbCuRekzB0/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/EbCuRekzB0/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=EbCuRekzB0" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=EbCuRekzB0" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=EbCuRekzB0" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=EbCuRekzB0" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/EbCuRekzB0/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/WAEZrOY/music/8QlZr0Tj/renderfly-theme-4/"&gt;Theme 4 - Renderfly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-8913751051482285570?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/8913751051482285570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=8913751051482285570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/8913751051482285570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/8913751051482285570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2009/04/porque.html' title='Porque'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-1829964513202902103</id><published>2009-03-21T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:01:02.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>assim mesmo. simples e natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-1829964513202902103?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/1829964513202902103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=1829964513202902103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/1829964513202902103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/1829964513202902103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2009/03/assim-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-5182098223833502554</id><published>2009-03-10T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T02:53:34.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente</title><content type='html'>Back to the 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/L_brn9WaIM/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/L_brn9WaIM/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=L_brn9WaIM" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=L_brn9WaIM" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=L_brn9WaIM" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=L_brn9WaIM" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/L_brn9WaIM/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&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/3394787965327562276-5182098223833502554?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/5182098223833502554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=5182098223833502554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/5182098223833502554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/5182098223833502554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-101-acoustic-101-albert-hammond.html' title='Finalmente'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-5595459057340041767</id><published>2009-02-16T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:56:14.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conhecem aquela expressão "como o tempo voa"?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, pela primeira vez, essa expressão fez tamanho sentido que ainda tenho a cabeça às voltas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o tempo voa. Sabem disso?&lt;br /&gt;Claro que sim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-5595459057340041767?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/5595459057340041767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=5595459057340041767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/5595459057340041767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/5595459057340041767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2009/02/conhecem-aquela-expressao-como-o-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-2381797076172605725</id><published>2009-02-05T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T04:07:04.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>"Há escritores e jornalistas que o não são à força de querer ser."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baptista-Bastos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3394787965327562276-2381797076172605725?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/2381797076172605725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=2381797076172605725&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/2381797076172605725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/2381797076172605725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2009/02/ha-escritores-e-jornalistas-que-o-nao.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-8688653235542900882</id><published>2009-01-26T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:43:59.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Sugestão caseira</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre id="lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;para ouvir à noite, com as luzes apagadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;para divagar e sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;para ouvir com o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door slam loud and rows up a cloud of dust on us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Footsteps follow, down through the hollow sound, torn up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And you would go to Mykonos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;With a vision of the channel cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And a son to maybe dissipate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Shadows of the mess you made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How did any holes in the snow tipped pines, I find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hatching from the seed of your thin mind, all night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And you would go to Mykonos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;With a vision of the channel cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And a son to maybe dissipate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Shadows of the mess you made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Brother you don't need to turn me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was waiting down at the ancient gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wherever you go today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You go today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I remember how it took you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As the winter turned the meadow around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wherever you go today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You go today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I walking brother don't you forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It ain't often you'll ever find a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wherever you go today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You go today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[x8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=vkikT3PYb8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=vkikT3PYb8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=vkikT3PYb8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/vkikT3PYb8/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/jukeboxmusic9/music/DCVWNs4B/fleet_foxes_mykonos_album/"&gt;Mykonos (Album) - Fleet Foxes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-8688653235542900882?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/8688653235542900882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=8688653235542900882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/8688653235542900882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/8688653235542900882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2009/01/sugesto-caseira.html' title='Sugestão caseira'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-3649757613570357018</id><published>2009-01-11T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:11:31.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexão'/><title type='text'>Quando eu quiser</title><content type='html'>vou voar daqui por caminhos mais ousados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só quando eu quiser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-3649757613570357018?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/3649757613570357018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=3649757613570357018&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/3649757613570357018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/3649757613570357018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2009/01/quando-eu-quiser.html' title='Quando eu quiser'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-3955918011374120927</id><published>2008-12-07T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:21:00.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estamos prestes a alargar horizontes.&lt;br /&gt;A desbravar novos caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estou feliz por nós.&lt;br /&gt;Conseguimos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-3955918011374120927?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/3955918011374120927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=3955918011374120927&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/3955918011374120927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/3955918011374120927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2008/12/estamos-prestes-alargar-horizontes.html' title=''/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-7306261605933417066</id><published>2008-11-07T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:59:51.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso</title><content type='html'>de caminhar para longe e não olhar para trás.&lt;br /&gt;De respirar como antes.&lt;br /&gt;De sentir como antes.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso do espaço que teima em faltar.&lt;br /&gt;De voltar às minhas raízes.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso, simplesmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O laço ainda prende, mas eu já parti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-7306261605933417066?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/7306261605933417066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=7306261605933417066&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/7306261605933417066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/7306261605933417066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2008/11/preciso.html' title='Preciso'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-4194536050295611138</id><published>2008-10-23T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:40:03.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>não existem barreiras. &lt;div&gt;dou mais de mim. peço um pouco menos.&lt;div&gt;lavo a minha alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esqueço compromissos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;humanizo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trespasso o presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;olho para trás.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;penso menos. sinto mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pelo menos, hoje.&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/3394787965327562276-4194536050295611138?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/4194536050295611138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=4194536050295611138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/4194536050295611138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/4194536050295611138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-6788416956368950710</id><published>2008-08-24T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:59:00.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='férias'/><title type='text'>Próximas semanas</title><content type='html'>- noites ritual rock;&lt;br /&gt;- azurara beach party;&lt;br /&gt;- festival "Músicas do Mar" na Póvoa;&lt;br /&gt;- festival "Multicultural" em Santo Tirso;&lt;br /&gt;- uns dias com amigos em cabeceiras;&lt;br /&gt;- fim de semana em Peniche com amigos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ando muito ocupado (ainda bem!) para me preocupar com tudo o que esteja ligado ao termo "faculdade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/6pDV1Bka5Q/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/6pDV1Bka5Q/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/8H8BMS5/music/PYyzbS50/peixe_avio_a_espera_um_arame/"&gt;A espera é um arame - peixe : avião&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-6788416956368950710?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/6788416956368950710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=6788416956368950710&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/6788416956368950710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/6788416956368950710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2008/08/prximas-semanas.html' title='Próximas semanas'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-7374127147132438066</id><published>2008-07-10T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:19:43.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Não há felicidade que não seja tantas vezes fútil, tantas vezes inútil".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miguel Sousa Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponto final.&lt;br /&gt;Parágrafo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3394787965327562276-7374127147132438066?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/7374127147132438066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=7374127147132438066&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/7374127147132438066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/7374127147132438066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2008/07/mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-2375557253941310784</id><published>2008-06-29T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:07:49.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apeteceu-me</title><content type='html'>escrever algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas falhou a inspiração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-2375557253941310784?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/2375557253941310784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=2375557253941310784&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/2375557253941310784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/2375557253941310784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2008/06/apeteceu-me.html' title='Apeteceu-me'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-5609567129422599444</id><published>2008-06-10T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:24:41.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda falta mas...</title><content type='html'>Dia 20 de Julho, este &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/davidfonseca"&gt;senhor&lt;/a&gt; passa pela minha cidade.&lt;br /&gt;E vai ser um grande concerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSJTYcSM1Hs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSJTYcSM1Hs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-5609567129422599444?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/5609567129422599444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=5609567129422599444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/5609567129422599444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/5609567129422599444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2008/06/ainda-falta-mas.html' title='Ainda falta mas...'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-4952916368791088502</id><published>2008-03-25T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T04:56:41.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O som do Kuduro</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4CkXhtw7UNk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4CkXhtw7UNk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Ando doido com &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=4CkXhtw7UNk"&gt;esta&lt;/a&gt; música.&lt;br /&gt;Mistura explosiva: Buraka Som Sistema e M.I.A.&lt;br /&gt;E ouvi dizer que a senhora vem ao nosso país em Julho... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-4952916368791088502?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/4952916368791088502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=4952916368791088502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/4952916368791088502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/4952916368791088502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-som-do-kuduro.html' title='O som do Kuduro'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-1014438029562538206</id><published>2008-03-18T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:05:06.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“O que se procura num deserto? Por definição, nada. O deserto é a ausência de tudo. É esse, afinal, o segredo desta estranha atracção: a ausência de tudo equivale ao princípio de tudo, como uma página em branco.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miguel Sousa Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E do nada, fez-se tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Agora percebo o quanto me consomes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-1014438029562538206?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/1014438029562538206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=1014438029562538206&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/1014438029562538206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/1014438029562538206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-que-se-procura-num-deserto-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-7024756219457192195</id><published>2008-02-13T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:57:26.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fechado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;balanço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3394787965327562276-7024756219457192195?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/7024756219457192195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=7024756219457192195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/7024756219457192195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/7024756219457192195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2008/02/fechado-para-balano.html' title=''/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-7728445274695470765</id><published>2008-01-30T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T13:31:28.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numa tarde (de Inverno)</title><content type='html'>Porque foi assim que tudo começou.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/OLaFWP2Ja2/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/OLaFWP2Ja2/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-7728445274695470765?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/7728445274695470765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=7728445274695470765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/7728445274695470765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/7728445274695470765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2008/01/numa-tarde-de-inverno.html' title='Numa tarde (de Inverno)'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-1646033061755380121</id><published>2008-01-28T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T06:55:21.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os loucos</title><content type='html'>...de sotaque britânico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fWvgGZh8DF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fWvgGZh8DF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-1646033061755380121?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/1646033061755380121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=1646033061755380121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/1646033061755380121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/1646033061755380121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2008/01/os-loucos.html' title='Os loucos'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-3557644838157231089</id><published>2008-01-10T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T14:46:06.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Disseste que sim, eu aceitei.&lt;br /&gt;Vieste para mim, eu fiquei.&lt;br /&gt;Amaste-me assim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Assim te amei."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/R_One_Hnp4/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/R_One_Hnp4/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-3557644838157231089?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/3557644838157231089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=3557644838157231089&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/3557644838157231089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/3557644838157231089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2008/01/disseste-que-sim-eu-aceitei.html' title=''/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-6661587294729008837</id><published>2007-12-13T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T03:05:54.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto tempo tenho</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.7cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt; O relógio marca as 20 horas e 18 minutos.  Lá fora a temperatura já só faz desejar uma boa chávena de chocolate quente e uma lareira para aquecer os nossos corpos. Depois de uma curta caminhada até ao local mais próximo para jantar, sentamo-nos numa mesa, uma qualquer, mas a que carinhosamente apelidamos de “mesa mais aconchegante deste centro comercial”. Este seria um simples jantar, apenas mais um. As palavras custavam a sair. O dia tinha sido longo para ambos. Entre banalidades e alguns sorrisos, surge o tema que marcou essa noite. A efemeridade da vida. E pensando bem, tudo o que vivemos, tudo pelo que passamos é passageiro. As vivências, as pessoas, os momentos. Tudo passa. Muito pouco fica. Apenas o suficiente para não deixar em nós o vazio de uma vida sem sentido. O ser humano tem a capacidade de depressa esquecer e de, algumas vezes, aprender com as dificuldades que surgem ao longo da sua vida. Habituamo-nos a sobrevalorizar as nossas dificuldades e prestar muito pouca atenção ao que atormenta aqueles que estão à nossa volta. Para o Homem a sua condição é sempre bem mais complicada e difícil de ultrapassar do que a “dos outros”. A personagem de “coitadinhos”, achamos nós, assenta-nos sempre como uma luva. Mas se temos problemas, esses mesmos “outros”, também os têm. Podem não nos parecer “problemas a sério”, mas para quem os está a viver talvez sejam. Porque muitas vezes esquecemo-nos de que também já passamos por situações e angústias semelhantes. E é fácil julgar e criticar quando não estamos envolvidos no assunto. Porque não somos nós que temos de lidar com os dilemas e com os obstáculos. Tudo na vida tem o seu grau de dificuldade. É inevitável. E é como diz o ditado: “o que não nos mata torna-nos mais fortes”. Uma vez superadas as dificuldades, aquele problema que até então era o nosso pior pesadelo acaba por se transformar em apenas mais uma recordação. Uma simples e “não tão agradável” recordação. Sim, a tendência para a auto-vangloriação é também uma das muitas qualidades inerentes a todos os seres humanos. Mas se pensarmos bem, aquilo que hoje nos preocupa e nos tira algumas horas de sono, daqui a uns dias ou, quem sabe, algumas semanas não vai passar de apenas “mais um” contratempo.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.7cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;  Não podemos esquecer de que a vida é feita de fases. Cada uma com os seus embaraços e dificuldades. Mas mais importante... a vida é feita por pessoas. Cada uma com os seus dilemas,  angústias e certezas. Não podemos julgar nenhuma das pessoas que diariamente se cruzam connosco. Devemos sim compreendê-las e perceber que o mundo não gira em nosso torno. Temos de aprender a olhar para quem está ao nosso lado. Necessitamos de compreender que tudo na vida é efémero e passa demasiadamente depressa. Dolorosamente depressa. Até mesmo as grandes dificuldades que vão surgindo ao longo do nosso percurso. E são essas barreiras que nos fortalecem e nos moldam para aguentarmos a longa caminhada a que damos o nome de “vida”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.7cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;  Engraçado... só agora reparo que esta conversa é já uma bela recordação. O relógio já marca a uma hora da manhã.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.7cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-6661587294729008837?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/6661587294729008837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=6661587294729008837&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/6661587294729008837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/6661587294729008837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/12/quanto-tempo-tenho.html' title='Quanto tempo tenho'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-6299145783175735827</id><published>2007-11-29T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:35:40.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clube Académico da Trofa: chegar, jogar e vencer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Manuel Barbosa acompanha o CAT (Clube Académico da Trofa) desde o seu início e afirma com satisfação e orgulho que a sua equipa tem sido brilhante nos últimos anos. O treinador e a sua equipa técnica chegaram ao CAT com o sonho de colocar o Clube nos lugares cimeiros das competições em que participariam. Mas desde o princípio que Manuel Barbosa sabia que esta não iria ser uma tarefa simplificada pois a sua formação contava apenas com 6 jogadoras. Mas o que é certo é que apenas 3 anos depois da sua chegada (esta é já a 4ª época), o treinador afirma com imenso orgulho que o grupo de atletas a praticarem voleibol no Clube Académico da Trofa, neste momento, chega já às 60 jogadoras. E o número de vitórias e de grande alegrias não pára de chegar ao CAT pois neste curto período de existência as glórias são já muitas. Feitas bem as contas, o Clube Académico da Trofa já arrecadou 3 taças de Portugal, 2 campeonatos e foi a primeira equipa portuguesa a entrar em actividade nos torneios europeus de voleibol feminino. Mas afinal de contas, qual o segredo para tamanho sucesso em tão pouco tempo? Para Manuel Barbosa trabalho e dedicação são muito importantes para que a equipa alcance os objectivos que deseja. E claro, um grupo de atletas com vontade de lutar pelos seus objectivos. E para o treinador, as suas atletas aliam a aptidão física à vontade de vencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao futuro do seu Clube, &lt;a href="http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/11/manuel-barbosa-perfil-de-vencedor.html"&gt;Manuel Barbosa&lt;/a&gt; mostra-se optimista e afirma que o grande objectivo é continuar a vencer. Vencer para deixar orgulhosos todos os adeptos do Clube. Vencer para mostrar que o desporto feminino também traz muitas glórias a Portugal.&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/3394787965327562276-6299145783175735827?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/6299145783175735827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=6299145783175735827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/6299145783175735827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/6299145783175735827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/11/clube-acadmico-da-trofa-chegar-jogar-e.html' title='Clube Académico da Trofa: chegar, jogar e vencer'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-7203454286049351574</id><published>2007-11-29T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T07:41:18.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manuel Barbosa: perfil de vencedor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Persistente, confessa que também teve sorte ao longo do seu percurso no mundo do voleibol. Licenciado pelo Instituto Superior da Maia (ISMAI) é apaixonado pelo mundo desportivo mas sente alguma tristeza quando pensa no reconhecimento que é dado ao desporto feminino em Portugal, nomeadamente ao Voleibol. Assim é Manuel Barbosa, treinador do Clube Académico da Trofa (CAT).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“Luto por aquilo que desejo alcançar, sou uma pessoa tranquila, gosto de trabalhar, sou persistente e nunca desisto”. É assim que se define o cidadão Manuel Barbosa. Ligado ao mundo do desporto desde muito novo, o &lt;a href="http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/11/clube-acadmico-da-trofa-chegar-jogar-e.html"&gt;treinador do Clube Académico da Trofa &lt;/a&gt;salienta que estas características são “muito importantes em qualquer modalidade desportiva”, não só para os jogadores, mas também para os técnicos e para o Clube. Sem hesitar, Manuel Barbosa afirma que “cada vez mais é muito importante as pessoas não desistirem daquilo em que acreditam”. E o treinador do CAT não desistiu. Ligado ao desporto desde muito cedo, primeiro no futebol de onze, depois no Futsal, tambem já treinou equipas ligadas ao “desporto-rei”. O voleibol surge na sua vida “por uma circunstância de felicidade”. Foi no 4º ano da sua licenciatura no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ismai.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Instituto Superior da Maia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(ISMAI) que Manuel Barbosa escolheu a opção de voleibol. Admite que a sua primeira opção era futebol “porque já estava ligado ao meio”. Não conseguiu entrar na primeira opção e acabou colocado na de “Desportos Colectivos”, em Voleibol. “Por sorte”, como o próprio diz entre um e outro sorriso. No ano seguinte, aquando do seu estágio, o Famalicense Atlético Clube (FAC) perguntou à sua orientadora de estágio se não conhecia ninguém ligado ao voleibol e foi aí que surgiu a oportunidade para Manuel Barbosa. “Achei o trabalho aliciante”, diz Manuel Barbosa, pois o clube, na altura, “estava na estaca zero”. A partir daí esteve sempre ligado ao voleibol e não se vê a trocar a modalidade por nenhuma outra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Enquanto profissional, Manuel Barbosa afirma que para se ser um bom treinador de voleibol, antes de mais, é necessário “estudar a modalidade”. Declara com toda a certeza que “´trabalho é fundamental para alguém que quer ter êxito”, mas que também é preciso ter “um bocadinho de sorte".&lt;br /&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/3394787965327562276-7203454286049351574?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/7203454286049351574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=7203454286049351574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/7203454286049351574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/7203454286049351574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/11/manuel-barbosa-perfil-de-vencedor.html' title='Manuel Barbosa: perfil de vencedor'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-7484328435888231759</id><published>2007-11-18T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T13:06:43.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uma das grandes músicas de amor de sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque ainda existem sentimentos genuínos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/UUQ3LITqjP/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/UUQ3LITqjP/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-7484328435888231759?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/7484328435888231759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=7484328435888231759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/7484328435888231759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/7484328435888231759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/11/uma-das-grandes-msicas-de-amor-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-1474939664017634216</id><published>2007-11-05T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:53:29.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>"Sou terra&lt;br /&gt;Sou ar&lt;br /&gt;Sou fogo&lt;br /&gt;E água&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou verbo&lt;br /&gt;E sou palavra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o vôo&lt;br /&gt;E sou a queda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sou só de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sou elemento..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje deu-me uma saudade imensa daquela semana de Agosto...&lt;br /&gt;do mar salgado, da brisa suave e das pessoas que a partilharam comigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-1474939664017634216?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/1474939664017634216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=1474939664017634216&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/1474939664017634216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/1474939664017634216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-2142807135305474462</id><published>2007-06-25T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:08:39.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking good baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os meninos bonitos do trip-hop nacional estão de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois de uma paragem de 5 anos, os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.myspace.com/coldfingerband"&gt;Coldfinger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; estão com novo álbum já nas lojas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Margarida Pinto e os seus rapazes num&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.lastfm.pt/music/Margarida+Pinto/_/Apontamento"&gt; apontamento&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; nada "Supafacial".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTbKxFYR4dg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTbKxFYR4dg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-2142807135305474462?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/2142807135305474462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=2142807135305474462&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/2142807135305474462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/2142807135305474462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/06/looking-good-baby.html' title='Looking good baby'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-8805845438023772931</id><published>2007-06-20T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T14:07:38.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volta Verão, estás perdoado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Para ouvir ao final da tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para esboçar um sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para sonhar a dois, de preferência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fDGtAAdofs/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fDGtAAdofs/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/3394787965327562276-8805845438023772931?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/8805845438023772931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=8805845438023772931&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/8805845438023772931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/8805845438023772931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/06/volta-vero-ests-perdoado.html' title='Volta Verão, estás perdoado.'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-4959591394200233778</id><published>2007-05-26T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T14:30:15.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micro Audio Waves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Contagiante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Já conheço o trabalho dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.myspace.com/microaudiowaves"&gt;Micro Audio Waves&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; há alguns anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desde os tempos de "No Waves" que sou fã dos sons electrizantes deste trio português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas confesso que o novo trabalho deste colectivo, "Odd Size Baggage", me deixou completamente viciado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para ouvir e chorar por mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Baby, now I'm trying to be happy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-8644400223005369314</id><published>2007-05-21T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T15:35:23.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexão'/><title type='text'>Necessidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;O medo é necessário à nossa sobrevivência.&lt;br /&gt;Impede-nos de dar um passo em falso num abismo sem pararmos um momento antes, talvez o momento suficiente para nos fazer voltar atrás.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas esses saltos no abismo são muitas vezes necessários para conseguirmos avançar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;O medo não é um sentimento "humano", construido ou induzido. Faz parte da natureza animal.&lt;br /&gt;Quem não o sentir, não existe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/BwHmL_DPUi/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/BwHmL_DPUi/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-8644400223005369314?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/8644400223005369314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=8644400223005369314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/8644400223005369314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/8644400223005369314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-medo.html' title='Necessidades'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-2519289443754174344</id><published>2007-05-13T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T14:05:14.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metro do Porto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trofa'/><title type='text'>Metro: para quando?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;        O &lt;a href="http://www.metrodoporto.pt/"&gt;Metro do Porto&lt;/a&gt;, considerado o maior projecto de construção da União Europeia, é visto como um tremendo sucesso em todo país e é ainda mais desejado pelas populações da área metropolitana da cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Apesar da primeira fase desta gigantesca iniciativa ter sido declarada como completa pelo primeiro-ministro José Sócrates, ficaram ainda por concluir algumas secções das linhas previstas: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ISMAI - Trofa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;João de Deus - Santo Ovídio&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Póvoa de Varzim - Barreiros&lt;/span&gt;. Toda esta situação teve repercussões a nível local, nomeadamente na cidade da Trofa, onde uma linha de comboio foi desactivada para que o Metro chegasse à sua população. No entanto, até aos dias de hoje, este projecto continua somente no papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em comunicado, a Câmara Municipal da Trofa afirma ser "inegociável" a data proposta pela Junta Metropolitana do Porto para o início  das obras da Linha do Metro apenas para Março de 2008. O executivo da Câmara Municipal da Trofa acrescenta ainda que o estudo relativo a esta Linha exigido pelo Governo é "absolutamente desnecessário e redundante" e que esta obra "é uma questão moral e de dignidade do Estado" já que está prevista desde 1998, altura do início deste arrojado projecto do Metro do Porto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Jaime Toga partilha desta mesma opinião e salienta a falta de vontade política por parte da Junta Metropolitana do Porto em construir a Linha, visto que os resultados dos "estudos sobre a utilização dos transportes alternativos (...) são favoráveis à duplicação da Linha do Metro para a Trofa". No entanto, para este colaborador do jornal "O Notícias da Trofa", a "má gestão negocial da Câmara Municipal" e o menor poder político do presidente Bernardino Vasconcelos face a outros autarcas na JMP são outros factores que impedem a resolução do impasse que surgiu em torno deste assunto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Passada quase uma década desde o começo de toda esta situação, falta saber qual o desfecho desta história onde os verdadeiros lesados são os habitantes da cidade da Trofa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3394787965327562276-2519289443754174344?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/2519289443754174344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=2519289443754174344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/2519289443754174344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/2519289443754174344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/05/metro-para-quando.html' title='Metro: para quando?'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-2683763749906982741</id><published>2007-04-14T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T06:28:12.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>OST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música para ouvir a letra:&lt;/span&gt; Open Your Eyes - Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música para pensar:&lt;/span&gt; Fade Into You - Mazzy Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música para vibrar:&lt;/span&gt; Mr Brightside - The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música para dormir:&lt;/span&gt; Comptine D'un Autre ete - Yann Tiersen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música para dançar:&lt;/span&gt; So Many Times - Gadjo (por motivos MUITO especiais)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música para curtir:&lt;/span&gt; Perfect (exceeder) - Mason vs Princess Superstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música para decorar:&lt;/span&gt; Destiny - Zero 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música para segredar ao ouvido:&lt;/span&gt; Vício de Ti - Mesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música de um filme:&lt;/span&gt; Iris - Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música de um anúncio:&lt;/span&gt; Breathe - Telepopmusik (cartão Visa) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música de amigos:&lt;/span&gt; Friend - Groove Armada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música de saudade:&lt;/span&gt; Somewhere I Belong - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música de um momento:&lt;/span&gt; 1979 - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música de sempre:&lt;/span&gt; Drinking In L.A - Bran Van 3000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música do passado:&lt;/span&gt;Black - Last Kiss - Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música do futuro:&lt;/span&gt; The Strokes - You Only Live Once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música secreta:&lt;/span&gt; Evil - Interpol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música que devia ter sido eu a escrever:&lt;/span&gt; Problema De Expressão - Clã &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música para acordar de manhã:&lt;/span&gt; Beautiful Day - U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música para passar a tarde:&lt;/span&gt; Learn To Fly - Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música para o anoitecer:&lt;/span&gt; Clocks - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música para esquecer problemas:&lt;/span&gt; Carolina Carol Bela - Dj Marky feat. MC Stamina &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Música que me faz sempre sorrir:&lt;/span&gt; Naive - The Kooks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-2683763749906982741?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/2683763749906982741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=2683763749906982741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/2683763749906982741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/2683763749906982741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/04/ost.html' title='OST'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-1423509044891535946</id><published>2007-04-02T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T13:53:10.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web 2.0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digg'/><title type='text'>Escavando, até chegar ao novo conceito Digg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e4/Digg_-_Technology.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e4/Digg_-_Technology.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Componente da Web 2.0, o site &lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;Digg&lt;/a&gt;, que em português significa "escavar", permite ao utilizador disponibilizar links para notícias, podcasts e vídeos segundo as suas preferências.&lt;br /&gt;Organizados e hierarquizados por diversas categorias, estes links podem ainda ser votados pelos usuários.&lt;br /&gt;Associando conceitos como Social Bookmarks, que mais não é do que o famoso sistema conhecido por "favoritos", Blog e Feed, esta tecnologia revolucionária vai continuar a agitar as águas muito pouco calmas da nossa vida cibernética.&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/3394787965327562276-1423509044891535946?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/1423509044891535946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=1423509044891535946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/1423509044891535946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/1423509044891535946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/04/componente-da-web-2.html' title='Escavando, até chegar ao novo conceito 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=2068828859235696666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/2068828859235696666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/2068828859235696666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/04/novidades-no-wireless.html' title='Novidades no Wireless'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-4934351357485815201</id><published>2007-04-02T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T07:27:30.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killers'/><title type='text'>The Killers - o sucesso mundial</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/Ch3hppFG3UQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ch3hppFG3UQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nascidos no ano de 2002 em Las Vegas, os The Killers desde cedo mostraram toda a sua garra e energia em palco. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sugando influências de bandas como Smashing Pumkins ou ainda dos Oasis este colectivo iniciou-se em Denver, no Colorado num pequeno clube. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Depois de dar nas vistas com o seu natural talento para a música, a banda de Brandon Flowers acaba por assinar contrato com um representante da Warner Bros do Reino Unido. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O seu primeiro álbum, Hot Fuss, foi um estrondoso sucesso a nível mundial, levando os singles "Somedoby Told Me" e "Mr Brightside" aos lugares cimeiros de todas as tabelas musicais do mundo. "Sam's Town", segundo álbum do grupo, continua a mostrar toda a força e qualidade da banda com singles como "When You Were Young" e "Read My Mind". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&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/3394787965327562276-4934351357485815201?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/4934351357485815201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=4934351357485815201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/4934351357485815201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/4934351357485815201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/04/killers-o-sucesso-mundial.html' title='The Killers - o sucesso mundial'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-3324255125243266629</id><published>2007-03-19T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T08:07:31.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web 2.0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagging'/><title type='text'>Tagging: mas o que é isto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um dos principais componentes da &lt;em&gt;Web 2.0&lt;/em&gt;, sinónimo de etiqueta, marcador e até mesmo "label", &lt;strong&gt;tag&lt;/strong&gt; é a forma mais simples de organização de conteúdos por temas. Este é também um excelente meio de partilha de informação com os restantes utilizadores, tornando as suas pesquisas bem mais rápidas. &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/3394787965327562276-3324255125243266629?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/3324255125243266629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=3324255125243266629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/3324255125243266629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/3324255125243266629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagging-mas-o-que-isto.html' title='Tagging: mas o que é isto?'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-1951206501000337805</id><published>2007-03-17T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T08:10:15.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web 2.0'/><title type='text'>Web 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.journaldunet.com/diaporama/0605web2/images/pictoweb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://www.journaldunet.com/diaporama/0605web2/images/pictoweb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para muitos um termo ainda desconhecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para outros um golpe de marketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas o que de facto interessa é desbravar caminho até à definição mais correcta e próxima possível daquilo a que designamos de &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Web_2.0"&gt;Web 2.0&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Proferido pela primeira vez por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Tim O'Reylly&lt;/span&gt; em 2004, este é o conceito que designa a segunda geração da World Wide Web&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, tornando o ambiente on-line ainda mais dinâmico onde os usuários colaboram na troca de informações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O software como o conhecemos deixa de fazer sentido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com a Web 2.0 os programas são corrigidos constantemente pelos utilizadores que participam activamente nesse processo de melhoramento. E o mais fantástico é que todos ficam a ganhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Através das redes &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;P2P&lt;/span&gt; - Peer to Peer. "Cada utilizador é um servidor, e cada servidor de arquivos troca informações directamente entre si".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;O Beta perpétuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta é a principal regra de todo este novo conceito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Regra essa que também se aplica ao conteúdo dos sites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os usuários trocam e geram informação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Corrigem actualizando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E empresas como a Google são, por excelência, empresas Web 2.0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exemplos disso mesmo são os serviços prestados pelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Blogger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; e pela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://www.wikipedia.org/"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Concentram em si todas estas características da nova geração da Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elevam o utilizador a um patamar muito mais importante do que aquele a que estava, até hoje, relegado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No entanto não podemos considerar esta "a" definição de Web 2.0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda não foi encontrado consenso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas são as definições dadas pelos diferentes especialistas da área.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas o que é certo é o facto de este já ser um conceito bem real nas nossas vidas cibernéticas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fzpPchT0FL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fzpPchT0FL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&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/3394787965327562276-1951206501000337805?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/1951206501000337805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/1951206501000337805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/03/web-20.html' title='Web 2.0'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394787965327562276.post-7410960759310377620</id><published>2007-03-12T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T07:34:05.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Olá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3394787965327562276-7410960759310377620?l=pedro-andrade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/feeds/7410960759310377620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3394787965327562276&amp;postID=7410960759310377620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/7410960759310377620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3394787965327562276/posts/default/7410960759310377620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-andrade.blogspot.com/2007/03/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Pépe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057255168034716480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zqs-mOnb8tM/S6_VKn03QbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MlkvCyeYxbA/S220/me_5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
