<?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-14383693</id><updated>2011-07-14T22:23:54.722+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SukahTimes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-116197704232770560</id><published>2006-10-27T20:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T20:24:02.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a mudanca da mj...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbbEser9NX0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbbEser9NX0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/14383693-116197704232770560?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/116197704232770560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=116197704232770560&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/116197704232770560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/116197704232770560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/mudanca-da-mj_27.html' title='a mudanca da mj...'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-114710945648188750</id><published>2006-05-08T18:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:30:56.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i have got it, and you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/billboard_031306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/400/billboard_031306.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;este blog tem mesmo andado um pouco parado.... mas nao podia deixar passar esta em branco!  pearl jam lancaram agora um  cd novo! que bom!!  comprei ha 5 segundos atraz, download do itunes directamente para o player!download legal, porque eles merecem. e agora, depois dum dia longo, espero que a viagem para casa demore, demore, demore e demore mais um bocadinho para ouvir as musicas todas. e quando terminar? ouvir outra vez e mais outra, saborear cada palavra, deixar a melodia entrar na pele, sorrir sozinha e deixar as outras pessoas a imaginarem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-114710945648188750?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/114710945648188750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=114710945648188750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114710945648188750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114710945648188750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-got-it-and-you.html' title='i have got it, and you?'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-114543943474576791</id><published>2006-04-19T10:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T10:38:14.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>porque gosto de numeros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/PICT0222.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/200/PICT0222.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha coisas q so acontecem 1 x na vida e esta so vai acontecer no dia 4 de maio de 06 e nunca mais. por isso tomem nota nas vossas agendas: 1h am e 2 m e 3 seg do dia 4 do mes 5 do ano de 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;01:02:03 04/05/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bora festejar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-114543943474576791?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/114543943474576791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=114543943474576791&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114543943474576791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114543943474576791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/04/porque-gosto-de-numeros.html' title='porque gosto de numeros'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-114414785606437813</id><published>2006-04-04T11:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:50:56.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>it's my birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/DSC04025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/DSC04025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desculpem ser egocentrica hoje, mas isto so acontece uma vez por ano! e eu adooooro aniversarios, principalmente o meu!&lt;br /&gt; milhoes de beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-114414785606437813?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/114414785606437813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=114414785606437813&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114414785606437813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114414785606437813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-my-birthday.html' title='it&apos;s my birthday!!'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-114244213452627625</id><published>2006-03-15T16:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T09:14:31.810Z</updated><title type='text'>corrente dos 5</title><content type='html'>em resposta ao desafio da menina &lt;a href="http://guimaraesnasilhasdebruma.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Bruma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que estava a fazer ha 10 anos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda andava na escolinha secundaria :), no decimo primeiro ano hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que estava a fazer o ano passado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; o mesmo que este ano... a ver se terminava a porra do doutoramento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinco snaks que gosto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; after eight, pinhoes, nozes, bolachinhas, batatas fritas salgadas e sem sabores esquesitos: vinagre, bacon e afins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinco letras de cancoes que sei de cor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estrela do mar-jorge palma,125 azul-trovante, ship song-nick cave, the look of love-diana krall, all of me- billie holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinco coisas que faria se fosse milionaria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; viajar, viajar,viajar , viajar e trabalhar para uma organizacao humanitaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinco coisas que gostava de fazer agora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terminar o doutoramento, viajar, passear a beira mar, nadar, dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e agora e a x das outra coleguinhas tambem respoderem a bruma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: so happy today!!!&lt;br /&gt; beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-114244213452627625?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/114244213452627625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=114244213452627625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114244213452627625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114244213452627625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/03/corrente-dos-5.html' title='corrente dos 5'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-114191639409194986</id><published>2006-03-09T14:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:59:54.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>Temos de ser o que somos . O que interessa e ser feliz e continuar a amar sempre!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-114191639409194986?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/114191639409194986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=114191639409194986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114191639409194986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114191639409194986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/03/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-114098575250070005</id><published>2006-02-26T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:29:12.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Rumor has it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/1600/rumorhasit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/320/rumorhasit2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui ver.... Um bom filme de domingo, umas gargalhadas e uma historia muito leve!!!Bom domingo!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-114098575250070005?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/114098575250070005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=114098575250070005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114098575250070005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114098575250070005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/02/rumor-has-it.html' title='Rumor has it'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-114089227806277119</id><published>2006-02-25T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T12:47:28.853Z</updated><title type='text'>ha dias assim</title><content type='html'>adoro estes dias solarengos de inverno. o passeio pela manha a beira rio, o sol a  brilhar, o vento cortante que gela a cara. andar assim a beira do rio, no parque. observar as pessoas a correr, outras a passearem os canitos, pais com as criancinhas, as mais pequenas nos carrinhos, e ter cuidado para nao tropecar em nenhuma das maiores que percorrem todo o espaco. inpirar o ar frio, expirar. sentir saudades e sentir o calor do sol durante os poucos segundos em que o vento abranda. bom, tao bom... sentir saudades de sentir saudades de alguem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-114089227806277119?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/114089227806277119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=114089227806277119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114089227806277119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114089227806277119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/02/ha-dias-assim.html' title='ha dias assim'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-114045645161716412</id><published>2006-02-20T17:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:27:31.640Z</updated><title type='text'>italy, rome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/BN394_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/BN394_9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's settled. me and Maria are going to Rome at the end of march. neither of us as ever been there before, so any suggestions of things to do, things to see, places to eat, places to sleep will be more than welcomed. I bought the lonely planet book but I bet there's more to Rome than what it's written on the travel books.&lt;br /&gt;kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-114045645161716412?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/114045645161716412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=114045645161716412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114045645161716412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114045645161716412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/02/italy-rome.html' title='italy, rome!'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-114018554684924117</id><published>2006-02-17T14:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:28:25.016Z</updated><title type='text'>a day in the lab...</title><content type='html'>extract of a long long long email to sara. emails are supposed to be private but i spent so much time writting this one that at least i can publish part of it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok ok, finished injection, had lunch, curry by the way, and now I'm sitting here in my lovely desk writing to you a mail full of nothings as an email should be. Anukampa is here talking on the phone for ages, nothing changed there, and so I can't put music on the room :( but I can still ear music inside my head hehehe "Renato Renato Renato,la serenata che ti ho cantato, Renato Renato Renato ,vuol dire che morirò per te." hehehehe I wonder how she would react if I put it loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gaia is at torino for the Olympic games, this is if she manage to get the flight this morning, but she was sleeping at the airport so maybe she was woken up by the last call announcement. Matthias is at his desk writing his paper! and he decided to buy a desktop, imac, finally!! it was about time! he is going to  buy a imac desktop because the first generation of the new powerbook is just been release, and the first ones to come out always have problems, and they just released the version of big screen that it is not very good when you are commuting like he is. i can't wait to check the new macks with the intel processor... play time soon! i hope!  Florencia is at argentina... I whish I was there as well... Lucky girl! I was reading the magazine of the observer this weekend and there was a article about argentinian women, saying that they are the most gorgeous ones. Argentina also is the country that imports more silicone implants in the world... Anunkampa still talking on the phone about the boiler that she wants to replace... Christina is definitely going away in april, she is sick today with a virus that has been spreading trough the lab... Steve started it, then gaia, jenny, issac, lucia ( trough gaia not matthias) and now christina. I should go on holidays to argentina now! just because I don't to fell hill with the virus... Jenny's sister is preparing a hen do for jenny! we are going away for the weekend at windsor and go to the royal race track, there's a dress code for that and I'm really excited. I need to buy a hat... Shopping!! it's getting better by the minute!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah better go back to work now... i will just check if i can see the olympics live on the bbc before returning to my bench...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-114018554684924117?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/114018554684924117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=114018554684924117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114018554684924117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114018554684924117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-in-lab.html' title='a day in the lab...'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-114001530368208997</id><published>2006-02-15T14:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-15T14:57:13.186Z</updated><title type='text'>and just when you thought valentine's was over...</title><content type='html'>love is on the air... cough cough... help!! i'm choking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-114001530368208997?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/114001530368208997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=114001530368208997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114001530368208997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/114001530368208997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-just-when-you-thought-valentines_15.html' title='and just when you thought valentine&apos;s was over...'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113829434277489672</id><published>2006-01-26T16:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T16:53:49.070Z</updated><title type='text'>RED</title><content type='html'>shop until you drop and help the world at the same time???  is it possible? can life be that good?  &lt;br /&gt;YES IT CAN!&lt;br /&gt; check it out at: &lt;a href="http://www.joinred.com" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.joinred.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113829434277489672?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113829434277489672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113829434277489672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113829434277489672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113829434277489672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/01/red.html' title='RED'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113827888626928389</id><published>2006-01-26T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T12:34:46.270Z</updated><title type='text'>john cale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/cale_home_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/cale_home_big.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... live last night at the Garage!&lt;br /&gt; somethings do get better with time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113827888626928389?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113827888626928389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113827888626928389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113827888626928389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113827888626928389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/01/john-cale.html' title='john cale...'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113797450046470695</id><published>2006-01-22T23:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:05:43.823Z</updated><title type='text'>brokeback mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/2_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/400/2_1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is short and love is so precious, but it escapes trough your fingers. Sometimes you don't even notice until you passed it by...  but if you are lucky enough to know love...then it blows you away, sweeps you off your feet and you start dancing, it doesn't matter in which forms it comes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113797450046470695?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113797450046470695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113797450046470695&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113797450046470695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113797450046470695'/><link 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border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how surreal is that??? &lt;br /&gt; sera q foram os extra terrestres q a despejaram ali????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/4633878.stm" target="_blank"&gt;versao oficial na bbc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113785206951427700?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113785206951427700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113785206951427700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113785206951427700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bossa nova spirit   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jose-gonzalez.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.jose-gonzalez.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night to be confused&lt;br /&gt;one night to speed up truth&lt;br /&gt;we had a promise made&lt;br /&gt;four hands and then away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both under influense&lt;br /&gt;we had devine scent &lt;br /&gt;to know what to say&lt;br /&gt;mind is a razorblade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night of magic rush&lt;br /&gt;the start a simple touch&lt;br /&gt;one night to push and scream&lt;br /&gt;and then releaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten days of perfect tunes&lt;br /&gt;the colors red and blue&lt;br /&gt;we had a promise made&lt;br /&gt;we were in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you, you knew the hands of the devil&lt;br /&gt;and you, kept us awake with wolf teeths&lt;br /&gt;sharing different heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;in one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;for me, no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113745149310227863?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113745149310227863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113745149310227863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113745149310227863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113745149310227863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/01/from-sweden-with-love_16.html' title='from sweden with love'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113744224015874523</id><published>2006-01-16T20:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:14:01.450Z</updated><title type='text'>bora la jumpar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/sticker2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/400/sticker2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque ha malucos p tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldjumpday.org/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.worldjumpday.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; eu ja me inscrevi! e tu?? de q e q tas a espera??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113744224015874523?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113744224015874523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113744224015874523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113744224015874523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113744224015874523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/01/bora-la-jumpar.html' title='bora la jumpar!'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113702757661390386</id><published>2006-01-12T00:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:59:36.636Z</updated><title type='text'>Noticias do Paraiso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/1600/paraiso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/320/paraiso.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Comecei ontem, mas parece tao giro que ja vim por no Blog. Tb parece um bocadinho lamechas, e verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="alfa"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;magine um padre católico sem fé no Havai, um grupo de turistas onde se inclui um antropólogo que estuda os modernos rituais das férias de plástico, um casal em lua-de-mel que não se fala e um maníaco dos vídeos amadores que nunca larga a sua câmara. Junte ao padre desiludido uma tia que morre de cancro, um pai macambúzio que é atropelado por uma mulher que acabou de ser abandonada pelo marido e que vai libertar finalmente o padre de anos de clausura espiritual."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&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/14383693-113702757661390386?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113702757661390386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113702757661390386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113702757661390386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113702757661390386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/01/noticias-do-paraiso.html' title='Noticias do Paraiso'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113674718249999704</id><published>2006-01-08T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-08T19:06:22.520Z</updated><title type='text'>A familia e o Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/1600/trailer_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/320/trailer_06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia de Natal fui ao cinema ver Family Stone. Adorei!!!! Podem chamar-me piegas mas e um excelente filme de Natal onde tenho a certeza que qualquer pessoa se identifica com uma das personagens e onde conseguimos ver perfeitamente a nossa familia, apesar de ser  ser uma americanada do principio ao fim. Mas especialmente este Natal senti que tudo mudou , o que conta e estarmos perto de quem gostamos, mesmo que seja em espirito, e dizer-lhes e o resto e viver com bons momentos e maus sempre com o soriso na cara. Por isso recomendo  este filme no cinema ou em casa em DVD com um chazinho na mao.&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113674718249999704?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113674718249999704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113674718249999704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113674718249999704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113674718249999704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/01/familia-e-o-natal.html' title='A familia e o Natal'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113623432497651089</id><published>2006-01-02T20:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:46:52.643Z</updated><title type='text'>starting the year with...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/front3_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/400/front3_06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Freakonomics, by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you something as soon as i finish!Found it while taking a look at FNAC economics section. There's already a translation to Portuguese of the book but still not in store :(&lt;br /&gt; meanwhile, why not take a look at the website: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freakonomics.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.freakonomics.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/14383693-113623432497651089?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.freakonomics.com/' title='starting the year with...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113623432497651089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113623432497651089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113623432497651089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113623432497651089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2006/01/starting-year-with.html' title='starting the year with...'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113544810526898088</id><published>2005-12-24T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-24T18:15:05.290Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/0955a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/400/0955a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FELIZ NATAL!!  &lt;br /&gt;e muitos beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113544810526898088?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113544810526898088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113544810526898088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113544810526898088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113544810526898088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/12/feliz-natal-e-muitos-beijinhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113481422872179615</id><published>2005-12-17T10:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:10:28.740Z</updated><title type='text'>sugestoes p o natal! tra la la la-parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/B000002VQQ.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/B000002VQQ.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;30 anos depois:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patti Smith-Horses 30th Anniversary Legacy Edition CD is now available. The set was released in November of 2005, thirty years after the original version was released. The two disc set includes the remastered original version of Horses, and a second CD of Horses live recorded during the summer of 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses was Patti's 1975 debut CD and the critically acclaimed disc garnered her a huge fan base and Patti influenced a generation of artists. VH-1 calls Patti, "Punk rock's poet laureate." Smith set a musical trend with Horses, but she was pretty quiet musically during the 1980's only releasing one album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Horses Legacy Edition includes a 32 page booklet, rare photos and essays by Sandy Pearlman, Paul Williams and Patti Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disc one is the original album with a bonus track. The bonus track is Patti's version of the Who classic "My Generation." The second disc is Horses live recorded in 2005 recorded with an all star cast which includes Red Hot Chilli Peppers drummer Flea."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113481422872179615?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113481422872179615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113481422872179615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113481422872179615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113481422872179615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/12/sugestoes-p-o-natal-tra-la-la-la-parte.html' title='sugestoes p o natal! tra la la la-parte 2'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113448205746820488</id><published>2005-12-13T13:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-13T13:54:17.486Z</updated><title type='text'>sugestoes p o natal! tra la la la</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/0140294678.01.TZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/0140294678.01.TZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/014029466X.01.TZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/014029466X.01.TZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Coe- o bom dos livros deles e teres a historia contada sobre diferentes prespectivas, nao tens sempre o mesm0 narrador do principio ao fim do livro. As personagens alternam-se a contar a historia o que da uma perpectiva diferente sobre as suas  historias e como essas personagens veem as outras, o que torna os livros dele bastante ricos em termos de dimensao das  personagens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rotter's club - anos 70, a luta dos trabalhadores do aco e a justificacao da situacao economico-social que levou a tatcher a primeria ministra nos anos 80.  Muitas referencias a cena musical dos anos 70 em inglaterra no nw e em londres. Um dos miudos vem a londres ver os clash tocarem o primeiro concerto em fulham. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O livro e sobre  um grupo de miudos desde os 13/14 ate a entrada na universidade mas sobre um ponto de vista muito adulto e focando muito as diferencas socias e a dificuldade de integracao de miudos negros em escolas, fala tambem das relacoes dos pais deles como casais em si e da relacao dos pais com os filhos, das diferencas socias entre os pais do varios miudos. Os miudos sao so o ponto de partida para uma analise socio-economica dos anos 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closed circle- aqui segue-se a historia das mesmas  personagens que no livro anterior m quando eles estao no inicio dos 40 anos e passa-se nos anos 90. Mtas das personagens mudaram-se  para londres e vivem aqui perto em kings road, sloane square, pimlico, barbican.  As personagens cresceram  e desenvolveram-se e quando acabas o primeiro livro e imaginas o que sera delas, essa imagem nem sempre se concretiza. Algumas sao super diferentes do que pensaste que elas viriam a ser, outras aparentam ser diferentes mas sao as mesmas de antes e outras sao mesmo iguais. As relacoes humanas estao sempre em foco e alem disso esta presente a ideia de que as pessoas nesta epoca estao sempre inseguras em relacao ao que sao e ainda a tentar encontrarem-se de alguma forma, encontrarem-se a elas e ao amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113448205746820488?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113448205746820488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113448205746820488&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113448205746820488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113448205746820488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/12/sugestoes-p-o-natal-tra-la-la-la.html' title='sugestoes p o natal! tra la la la'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113404791526232819</id><published>2005-12-08T13:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-08T17:01:47.363Z</updated><title type='text'>good things about living in london</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/battersea-park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/battersea-park.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guys in black suit and girls in night gowns and stilettos catching the tube at 11,30pm after a classic concert in albert hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  *&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; add to your list of things to do/places to see something new everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * the Christmas lights at sloane square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * camels and man in white robes in the peak of winter in kings road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* running in Battersea park in the early morning: see the same ppl everyday walking the dogs or running; laugh at the 16 young gorgeous bunch of guys when they passed you at high speed in shorts; being asked to run with them; see the sunrise behind the trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113404791526232819?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113404791526232819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113404791526232819&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113404791526232819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113404791526232819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-things-about-living-in-london.html' title='good things about living in london'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113332553459613278</id><published>2005-11-30T04:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-30T04:38:54.620Z</updated><title type='text'>SIERRA NEVADA I'M COMING!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/1600/rio2dia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/320/rio2dia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to ski again since 6 years ago!!!! I hope is like riding a bike again!!!!! It seems that I'm teenager again excited with my first snow trips and with all the parties après ski!!!! I hope I will have no injuries but what I really think is that I stress too much more about organizing this kind of things and I give much more importance to the people that I'm going with....I want to have really good friends around me not just acquaintances!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Snow kisses&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113332553459613278?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113332553459613278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113332553459613278&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113332553459613278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113332553459613278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/11/sierra-nevada-im-coming.html' title='SIERRA NEVADA I&apos;M COMING!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113332421416402234</id><published>2005-11-30T04:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-30T04:18:37.260Z</updated><title type='text'>Fui ver o novo Harry Potter e morri de medo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/1600/potter3.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/320/potter3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso mesmo tremi na cadeira a ver aquilo tudo nunca levaria um  filho meu a ver . Sei que sou facilmente impressionavel mas dei cada salto e nao estava sozinha no meu panico. Vao ver e digam o que acharam. Aqui vai a review do New York Times:&lt;br /&gt;Childhood ends for Harry Potter, the young wizard with the zigzag scar and phantasmagorical world of troubles, not long after the dragons have roared and the merpeople have screeched their empty threats through broken teeth. And, as in the book "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" on which this latest and happily satisfying film adaptation is based, childhood ends with screams and a final shudder in a graveyard crowded with tombstones and evil. If Alfonso Cuarón raised the series to a new level with "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban," the director Mike Newell, best known for ingratiating mainstream fare like "Four Weddings and a Funeral" and best remembered for the bracing likes of "Donnie Brasco," manages to keep his contribution at a similarly high level of enthrallment. The gloom and doom may be less poetically realized, but the combination of British eccentricity, fatalism and steady-on pluck remains irresistibly intac..... &lt;br /&gt;Para ser sincera eu identifico me com amiga do Harry aquela sabichona e opinada que esta sempre a mandar bitates. Digam la se nao e verdade?????&lt;br /&gt;Love F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113332421416402234?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113332421416402234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113332421416402234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113332421416402234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113332421416402234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/11/fui-ver-o-novo-harry-potter-e-morri-de.html' title='Fui ver o novo Harry Potter e morri de medo....'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113319749678243605</id><published>2005-11-28T16:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-28T17:04:56.783Z</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>estou muiiiiiito constipada! o nariz totalmente bloqueado, uma dor de cabeca constante, os olhos vermelhos e a arder, etc, etc,etc. the all lot! mas por outro lado... e tao bom poder ficar a tarde inteira enroscada no sofa, o cobertor enrolado ate as orelhinhas, o chazinho quente,  ver programas de televisao muito maus, filmes muito antigos, series de poilicias e ladroes.  uma nostalgia do tempo da escola primaria e de ver o "agora escolha" logo depois do jornal da tarde...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113319749678243605?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113319749678243605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113319749678243605&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113319749678243605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113319749678243605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113217712507299668</id><published>2005-11-16T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-16T21:38:45.140Z</updated><title type='text'>what are you going to do about it?</title><content type='html'>it may take a while but please be patient and take a look 'cause we all can make a different. please don't be indifferent, anyway: how could you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ekincaglar.com/coin/flash.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ekincaglar.com/coin/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113217712507299668?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113217712507299668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113217712507299668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113217712507299668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113217712507299668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it.html' title='what are you going to do about it?'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113209475696735806</id><published>2005-11-15T22:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:58:40.950Z</updated><title type='text'>house boats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/sp3.fotologs.net.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/sp3.fotologs.net.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pq e bom n se ter sempre o q se quer, pode ser q passado uma semana ja nao se queira mais e dps tem se um prob nas maos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113209475696735806?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113209475696735806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113209475696735806&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113209475696735806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113209475696735806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/11/house-boats.html' title='house boats'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113202441358251659</id><published>2005-11-15T03:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-15T03:13:33.583Z</updated><title type='text'>FligthPlan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/1600/2s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/320/2s.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui ver este filme no Domingo e gostei bastante apesar de ser um pouco previsivel e acabar ao estilo do bom filme de pipoca americana. E entretinimento a serie e a Jodie Foster e soberba.... Ela faz lembrar um pouco o Bruce Willis mas em versao feminina.... Vejam amigos e digam o que acharam!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113202441358251659?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113202441358251659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113202441358251659&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113202441358251659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113202441358251659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/11/fligthplan.html' title='FligthPlan'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113199671807986557</id><published>2005-11-14T19:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:31:58.100Z</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So mais uma....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Vi ontem e adorei a banda sonora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;pre style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it would be&lt;br /&gt;Life goes easy on me&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The shorter story&lt;br /&gt;No love, no glory&lt;br /&gt;No hero in her sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it should be&lt;br /&gt;We'll both forget the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The colder water&lt;br /&gt;The blower's daughter&lt;br /&gt;The pupil in denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I loathe you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I want to&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can't take my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My mind...my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til I find somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113199671807986557?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113199671807986557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113199671807986557&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113199671807986557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113199671807986557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/11/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113184902662284668</id><published>2005-11-13T02:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-13T02:30:26.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Musicas</title><content type='html'>Foram algumas musicas do post concerto do Michael aqui em casa....discos pedidos com guitarra....Ja ficam muitas participacoes minhas. Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113184902662284668?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113184902662284668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113184902662284668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113184902662284668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113184902662284668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/11/musicas.html' title='Musicas'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113184880327829359</id><published>2005-11-13T02:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-13T02:26:43.306Z</updated><title type='text'>E a ultima da noite foi...Skank</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;F#&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Vou deixar     a  vida   me  levar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;F#&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pra onde ela quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Estou no meu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Você já sabe onde é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;É não conte o tempo por nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pois a qualquer hora posso estar de volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Depois que a noite terminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;F#&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Vou deixar     a  vida   me  levar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;F#&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pra onde ela quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Seguir a direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;De uma estrela qualquer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;É não quero hora pra voltar não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Conheço bem a solidão me solta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E deixa a sorte me buscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Em7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; (A|- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Eu já estou na sua estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Em7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; (A|- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Sozinho não enxergo nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Em&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;F#m7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Mas vou ficar aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;F#m&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Até que o dia amanheça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Em&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;F#m&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Vou me esquecer de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E você se puder não me esqueça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;F#&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Vou deixar     o coração bater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;F#&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Na madrugada sem fim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Deixar o sol te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ajoelhada por mim sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Não tenho hora pra voltar não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eu agradeço tanto a sua escolta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mas deixa a noite terminar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Em7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; (A|- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Eu já estou na sua estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Em7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; (A|- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Sozinho não enxergo nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Em7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;F#m7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Mas vou ficar aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;F#m&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Até que o dia amanheça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Em&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;F#m&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Vou me esquecer de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E você se puder não me esqueça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Não não  não quero hora pra voltar não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Conheço bem a solidão me solta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E deixa a sorte me buscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Não não não tenho hora pra voltar não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eu agradeço tanto a sua escolta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mas deixa a noite terminar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113184880327829359?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113184880327829359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113184880327829359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113184880327829359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113184880327829359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/11/e-ultima-da-noite-foiskank.html' title='E a ultima da noite foi...Skank'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113184851540580019</id><published>2005-11-13T02:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-13T02:21:55.406Z</updated><title type='text'>so mais uma...da marisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu dizer que te amo&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;b&gt;F#m&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu pensar em você  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em&lt;/b&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;Isso me acalma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A7&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;me acolhe a alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;b&gt;Gm&lt;/b&gt;     &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso me ajuda a viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje contei pra as paredes&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;b&gt;F#m&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passeei no tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhei nas horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;           &lt;b&gt;Gm&lt;/b&gt;         &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que passo a paixão&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Gm&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um espelho sem razão&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Gm&lt;/b&gt;       &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer amor fique aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B7&lt;/b&gt;                &lt;b&gt;Em&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito agora dispara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A7&lt;/b&gt;                  &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo em constante alegria&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;b&gt;Gm&lt;/b&gt;        &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o amor quem está aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113184851540580019?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113184851540580019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113184851540580019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113184851540580019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113184851540580019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-mais-umada-marisa.html' title='so mais uma...da marisa'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113184831287551432</id><published>2005-11-13T02:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-13T02:18:32.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma....</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Tom: C  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C                 G/B       Am&lt;br /&gt;Quando não tinha nada eu quis&lt;br /&gt;                            Fm7&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tudo era ausência, esperei&lt;br /&gt;                  Fm7/F#&lt;br /&gt;Quando tive frio, tremi&lt;br /&gt;                       G&lt;br /&gt;Quando tive coragem, liguei&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C              G/B       Am&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou carta, abri&lt;br /&gt;                      Fm7&lt;br /&gt;Quando ouvi Prince, dancei&lt;br /&gt;                         Fm7/F#&lt;br /&gt;Quando o olho brilhou, entendi&lt;br /&gt;                     G&lt;br /&gt;Quando criei asas, voei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;C           G/B        Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quando me chamou, eu vim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                            Fm7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quando dei por mim, estava aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                       Fm7/F#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quando lhe achei, me perdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;             G       G7   C   G/B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quando vi você, me apaixonei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;        Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Amara, dzaia, zoi, ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Fm7          Fm7/F#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dzaia, dzaia, ain, in, in, ingá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;         G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Num, man an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113184831287551432?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113184831287551432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113184831287551432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113184831287551432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113184831287551432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/11/mais-uma.html' title='Mais uma....'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113184569042102510</id><published>2005-11-13T01:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-13T01:34:50.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Depois de umas caipirinhas......Tim Maia.....Lindo&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   É mais do que sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   É mais que pensei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   É mais que esperava, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   É algo assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   É tudo pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   É como eu sonhava, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Sou feliz agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Não não vá    embora não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Não não não não não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Não não vá embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Não não vá embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Não não vá embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Não não vá embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Vou morrer de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Vou morrer de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Vou morrer de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Não vá embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Não vá embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Não vá embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Vou morrer de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Vou morrer de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Não vá embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Não vá não vá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Vou morrer de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Vou morrer de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113184569042102510?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113184569042102510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113184569042102510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113184569042102510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113184569042102510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/11/voc.html' title='Você'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113180912291457467</id><published>2005-11-12T15:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-12T15:25:22.920Z</updated><title type='text'>" One step closer "</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "I'm 'round the corner from anything that's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm across the road from hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm under a bridge in a rip tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That's taken everything I call my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; One step closer to knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; One step closer to knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm on an island at a busy intersection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't go forward, I can't turn back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can't see the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's getting away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just watch the tail lights glowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; One step closer to knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; One step closer to knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; One step closer to knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Knowing, knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm hanging out to dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With my old clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Finger still red with the prick of an old rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well the heart that hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is a heart that beats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can you hear the drummer slowing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; One step closer to knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; One step closer to knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; One step closer to knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; To knowing, to knowing, to knowing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113180912291457467?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113180912291457467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113180912291457467&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113180912291457467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113180912291457467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-step-closer_113180912291457467.html' title='&quot; One step closer &quot;'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113145840917811093</id><published>2005-11-08T13:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-08T14:00:09.200Z</updated><title type='text'>Receio...</title><content type='html'>As imagens que tenho visto e o que tenho lido e os motins que acontecem todos as noites tornam cada vez mais assustadora toda esta situcao. Como e que em pleno seculo XXI chegamos a esta situacao??? Num Pais que supostamente serve de exemplo a toda a uma Europa.Dizem que o principio dos motins que começaram no  dia 29 de Outubro, aconteceu depois de dois filhos de imigrantes magrebinos, terem morrido electrocutados num posto de transformação eléctrico, ao acreditarem que estavam a ser perseguidos pela polícia. Mas este problema e tao complexo que envolve racismo, religiao, direitos humanos e civismo. Nao sei ....Ate e dificil discutir e falar sobre isto.O que acham amigos????&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113145840917811093?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113145840917811093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113145840917811093&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113145840917811093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113145840917811093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/11/receio.html' title='Receio...'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113130937163975056</id><published>2005-11-06T20:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:44:39.996Z</updated><title type='text'>You and me babe, how about it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Travelling back in time&lt;/span&gt; with romeo and juliet by dire straits&lt;br /&gt;And let the sweet sound of mark knopfler's guitar embrace me in this raining night, his dusty voice whispering stories of everyday life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love struck Romeo, sings a streetsuss serenade&lt;br /&gt;Laying everybody low, with a love song that he made&lt;br /&gt;Finds a street light, steps out of the shade&lt;br /&gt;Says something like, You and me babe, how about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says, Hey it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;He's underneath the window, she's&lt;br /&gt;singing, 'Hey la, my boyfriend's back&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't come around here, singing up at people like that'&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what you gonna do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start,&lt;br /&gt;And I bet, then you exploded in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And I forget, I forget, the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up on different streets, they both were streets of shame,&lt;br /&gt;Both dirty, both mean, yes, and the dream was just the same,&lt;br /&gt;And I dreamed your dream for you, and now your dream is real&lt;br /&gt;How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold&lt;br /&gt;You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold&lt;br /&gt;You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Now you just say, Oh Romeo, yeah, you know I used to have a scene with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet, when we made love you used to cry&lt;br /&gt;You said I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;There's a place for us, you know the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do the talks, like they talk on the TV&lt;br /&gt;And I can't do a love song, like the way it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I can't do everything, but I'll do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything 'cept be in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be&lt;br /&gt;All I do is keep the beat, the band company&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Julie, I'd do the stars with you, anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Juliet, when we made love you used to cry&lt;br /&gt;You said I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;There's a place for us, you know the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realise, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a love struck Romeo, sings a streetsuss serenade,&lt;br /&gt;Laying everybody low, with a love&lt;br /&gt;song that he made&lt;br /&gt;Finds a convenient street light, steps out of the shade&lt;br /&gt;Says something like, You and me babe, how about it?&lt;br /&gt;You and me babe, how about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113130937163975056?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113130937163975056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113130937163975056&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113130937163975056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113130937163975056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-and-me-babe-how-about-it.html' title='You and me babe, how about it?'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-113024038430739204</id><published>2005-10-25T12:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T12:42:55.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>silversun pickups</title><content type='html'>great indie directly from LA (who would guess?!)&lt;br /&gt;silversun pickups- kissing families&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.silversunpickups.com/audio/kissing300.wmv" target="_blank"&gt;ouvir aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.silversunpickups.com/audio/kissing300.wmv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-113024038430739204?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/113024038430739204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=113024038430739204&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113024038430739204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/113024038430739204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/10/silversun-pickups.html' title='silversun pickups'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112982106492130406</id><published>2005-10-20T15:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T12:25:04.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>esta semana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/turnerprize2005_heading2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/turnerprize2005_heading2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;ja sao conhecidos os 4 finalistas do premio turner deste ano. o premio pretende distinguir artistas britanicos com menos de 50 anos que tenham exibido obras de excepcao nos 12 meses precedentes a maio. Acho que desde que estou em londres teneho ido todos os anos ao tate ver as exposicoes dos finalistas e raramente acerto no vencedor, alias so aconteceu uma vez ha 2 anos. As obras estao sempre rodeadas de polemica e quanto mais conseguirem chocar as pessoas melhor! Pelo que tenho constatado parece ser esse o criterio com mais peso na esolha do juri. ou entao so eu que nao percebo mesmo nada de nada, e essa tambem e uma hipotese a nao excluir. Uma coisa e certa, arte contemporania e por norma muito subjectiva e cada um da a interpretacao que quer e que se calhar nao corresponde quer a que o artista ou o juri lhe da, claro que o juri e o artista tambem podem nao estar de acordo quanto ao teor dessa interpretacao. Mas acho que e ai que reside o interesse deste tipo de arte: nada tem que ser o que parece, pode ter o significado que cada um lhe quer atribuir, nada e o correcto ou o errado.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3C/code%3Ehttp://www.tate.org.uk/britain/turnerprize/2005/%3Ccode%3E" target="_blank"&gt;turner prize no tate britain aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;comecou tambem esta semana o "the times bfi 49th london film festival". o cartaz e imenso e super variado o que torna dificil a escolha....mas depois de muito pensar, porque os bilhetes sao carotes mesmo para estudantes e nao se pode ir ver todos, aqui estao estao aqueles que eu quero mesmo, mesmo ver. Agora so falta arranjar tempo e companhia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/1215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/1215.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; everything is illuminated - baseado no magnifico livro de Jonathan Safran Foer com Elijah Wood no principal papel. Nao quero falar muito deste filme porque adorei o livro e estou com um medo terrivel de ficar decepcionada com a adaptacao mas ao mesmo tempo estou a morrer de curiosidade. sim, eu sei: a curiosidade matou o gato....ai, ai, ai, ai,ai, ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/1407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/1407.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sud express- porque captou a minha atencao quando estava a dar uma olhadela ao programa e fala da terrinha!! este sentimento de emigra esta cada vez mais forte.. acho que nao ha nada a fazer mas aceitam se sugestoes. na foto ao lado, reparem la na chavena do cafe com o simbolo do cafe delta.... saudades, snif snif&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica sumario do filme retirado do site do festival:&lt;br /&gt;Making its way from Paris to Lisbon, the &lt;em&gt;Sud Express&lt;/em&gt; carries passengers in search of love, work or just a lucky break. Six interlinked stories provide a commentary on lives touched in some way by the train or its journey through the different countries of this corner of Western Europe. At Paris' Austerlitz station Samuel (Gerald Morales) picks up passengers but his banter masks a deeper malaise. In the Portuguese village of Santana, Tino (Tino Guimaraes) and his brother Joao (Fernando Tavares) bicker in desperation at their frustrating co-habitation. Close to Salamanca, Rober (Javier Delgado) and his friend Isa (Pilar Borrego) are trying to collect signatories for a petition while Julián (Juanma Hernández) and Luis Antonio (Miguel Martín) load up their 4x4 for a day's shooting in the countryside. In Northern Spain, Rashid (Hicham Malayo) makes plans to visit his French girlfriend. In Lisbon, Mili (German A. Joao) struggles to make ends meet selling watches and dreams of a better life. Shot in five languages with a largely non-professional cast, Chema de la Peña and Gabriel Velázquez's accomplished feature offers a challenging perspective on a new Europe of collapsing national borders. Sud Express is a witty, compassionate, and beautifully crafted&lt;br /&gt;feature that gives a whole new dimension to the term 'trainspotting'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/48m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/48m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the king- porque podemos sempre contar com uma interpretacao magnifica quando se fala de gael garcia bernal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;!--&lt;p class="s1"&gt;Sergeant Pepper&lt;/p&gt;--&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112982106492130406?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112982106492130406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112982106492130406&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112982106492130406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112982106492130406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/10/esta-semana.html' title='esta semana...'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112950875108064296</id><published>2005-10-17T01:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T01:25:51.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Futebol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/1600/slbuleiria_5771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/320/slbuleiria_5771.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que voltei ... Aqui o futebol e outra coisa. Depois de um jogo Benfica-Porto recordei o que era o futebol de cartao vermelho. Isto aqui e a doer. Nuno Gomes foi uma estrela  no estadio do Dragao.Há 14 anos que o Benfica não vencia no reduto do FC Porto. So mais uma coisa vi o jogo a comer tremocos.... Como e bom ser tuga!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112950875108064296?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112950875108064296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112950875108064296&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112950875108064296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112950875108064296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/10/futebol.html' title='Futebol'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112929086543824110</id><published>2005-10-14T12:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T17:19:46.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ja temos novo 007!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/039_41681_a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/400/039_41681_a1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; terminou a espera! o novo 007 foi escolhido hoje e Daniel Craig tem a dificil tarefa de suceder a Pierce Brosman na pele do menos discreto e mais charmoso dos agentes secretos. Mas ca para nos: um 007 loiro?! ja deviam saber que nao e boa escolha, basta recordar a desgraca que foi Roger Moore, o menos credivel James Bond de sempre. Sean volta!!!! pleeeeeeease!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/daniel_craig_archangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/daniel_craig_archangel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para saber um pouquinho mais sobre sobre daniel craig: &lt;br /&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/drama/faces/daniel_craig.shtml&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112929086543824110?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112929086543824110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112929086543824110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112929086543824110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112929086543824110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/10/ja-temos-novo-007.html' title='ja temos novo 007!!!'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112911914292335345</id><published>2005-10-12T12:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:14:47.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Must love dogs ou na nossa lingua mullher com cao procura homem com coracao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/1600/main_poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/200/main_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tao engracado como eles mudam os titulos dos filmes parecem ser uma coisa completamente diferente. Bem o que lhes posso dizer acerca deste filme que vi no domingo passado..... E que e um filme de domingueiro  e que todas as minhas amigas iam amar. Fala-se no site match.com com que algumas ja tiveram sucesso!!!!! E e tipico filme de para mulheres  cheio de tantos temas de que gostamos de falar...HOMENS!!! Optimo para uma boa gargalhada.  E claro o que gostei mais foi o nosso querido John Cusack !!! &lt;br /&gt;Beijos e vao ver&lt;br /&gt;XXXXX&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112911914292335345?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112911914292335345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112911914292335345&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112911914292335345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112911914292335345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/10/must-love-dogs-ou-na-nossa-lingua.html' title='Must love dogs ou na nossa lingua mullher com cao procura homem com coracao'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112911331845724684</id><published>2005-10-12T11:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T11:35:18.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/851.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes is not that good, other times is just wonderful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112911331845724684?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112911331845724684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112911331845724684&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112911331845724684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112911331845724684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-is-like-box-of-chocolates.html' title=''/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112905031543016967</id><published>2005-10-11T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T18:05:15.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ola da Terrinha</title><content type='html'>Desculpem amigas e amigos mas realmente tenho andado muito desleixada no blog!!!!!! Prometo que a partir de agora vou voltar a carga e mais inspirada..... Amigas e colegas deste blog deixo aqui duas palavra para voces... Saudades e Forca !!!!A vida e sempre uma luta e nao podemos perder o animo!!!!! Voces sao lindas!!!!! Muito amor para as duas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112905031543016967?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112905031543016967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112905031543016967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112905031543016967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112905031543016967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/10/ola-da-terrinha.html' title='Ola da Terrinha'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112861569062788333</id><published>2005-10-06T17:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T17:21:30.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudar de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;porque ouvi agora mesmo esta musica e gosto muito.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Muda de vida se tu não vives satisfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Muda de vida, estás sempre a tempo de mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Muda de vida, não deves viver contrafeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Muda de vida, se há vida em ti a latejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; Ver-te sorrir eu nunca te vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; E a cantar, eu nunca te ouvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; Será de ti ou pensas que tens...que ser assim?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Olha que a vida não, não é nem deve ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Como um castigo que tu terás que viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Muda de vida se tu não vives satisfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Muda de vida, estás sempre a tempo de mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Muda de vida, não deves viver contrafeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Muda de vida, se há vida em ti a latejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112861569062788333?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112861569062788333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112861569062788333&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112861569062788333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112861569062788333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/10/mudar-de-vida.html' title='Mudar de vida'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112859627686773549</id><published>2005-10-06T11:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T11:59:40.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pride and prejudice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/pride1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/400/pride1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ontem fomos ver a recente adaptacao de "pride and prejudice".embora tenha gostado do filme,  para mim acho q nao ha melhor adaptacao do romance de jane austen do q a serie da bbc. e acho q podiam ter escolhido um Mr Darcy um bocadinho melhor...&lt;br /&gt;agora quero um Mr Darcy no lugar dum Mr Big!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112859627686773549?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112859627686773549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112859627686773549&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112859627686773549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112859627686773549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/10/pride-and-prejudice.html' title='pride and prejudice'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112807324714700479</id><published>2005-09-30T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T10:40:47.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my new addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/funeral-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/funeral-sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a conselho da Soninha, q os acho o maximo em vilar de mouros, fiz o download do cd do arcade fire.  E q eles tem andado em alta no  meu ipod la isso e verdade. aqui fica o link p "rebellion", uma das minhas preferidas deste surprendente "funeral" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp.aol.com/video.index.adp?pmmsid=1333409&amp;referer=http%3A//music.aol.com/artist/main.adp%3Fartistid%3D673409&amp;_AOLFORM=w708.h344.p7.R10" target="_blank"&gt;ouvir aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais sobre eles :&lt;br /&gt;http://www.arcadefire.com/flash.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112807324714700479?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112807324714700479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112807324714700479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112807324714700479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112807324714700479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-new-addiction.html' title='my new addiction'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112773225563500138</id><published>2005-09-26T11:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T11:00:37.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a razao pela qual o bolg tem andado a passos de tartaruga nos ultimos tempos:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/Slide7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/400/Slide6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi excelente!!&lt;br /&gt;agora meninas: maos a obra!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112773225563500138?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112773225563500138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112773225563500138&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112773225563500138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112773225563500138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/09/razao-pela-qual-o-bolg-tem-andado.html' title='a razao pela qual o bolg tem andado a passos de tartaruga nos ultimos tempos:'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112714592889091712</id><published>2005-09-19T17:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T17:24:35.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hot fuss by the killers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/Killers-press-shot_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/Killers-press-shot_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr brightsie - the killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp.aol.com/video.index.adp?pmmsid=1213464&amp;referer=http%3A//music.aol.com/artist/main.adp%3Ftab%3Dmain%26artistid%3D643632%26albumid%3D0&amp;_AOLFORM=w708.h344.p7.R10" target="_blank"&gt;ouvir aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these things that i've done- the killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp.aol.com/video.index.adp?pmmsid=1358471&amp;referer=http%3A//music.aol.com/artist/main.adp%3Fartistid%3D643632&amp;_AOLFORM=w708.h344.p7.R10" target="_blank"&gt;ouvir aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112714592889091712?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.islandrecords.com/thekillers/site/home.las' title='hot fuss by the killers'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112714592889091712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112714592889091712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112714592889091712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112714592889091712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/09/hot-fuss-by-killers.html' title='hot fuss by the killers'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112653125055479654</id><published>2005-09-12T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:21:34.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>palavras de mulher</title><content type='html'>Hoje abri um livrinho que um amigao giro, o maximo , o Pedrinho, me deu este ano e que ainda nao li mas vou ler. Aqui vai o inicio.Gostei muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apetece-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O apetece-me merece tempo e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quando ha tempo enrodilhamo-lo de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tal forma que o proprio apetece-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apetece menos. A mim apetece-me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sempre demais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112653125055479654?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112653125055479654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112653125055479654&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112653125055479654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112653125055479654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/09/palavras-de-mulher.html' title='palavras de mulher'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112644218267676200</id><published>2005-09-11T13:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T13:36:22.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Hermanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A semana passada redescobri uma banda fantastica ao vivo Los Hermanos, em Lisboa,atraves de uns amigos. Quem nao conhece a famosa Ana Julia, quem nao dancou este exito de Verao.... Pois a banda que teve este exito e continua e tem cancoes fantasticas que passam por todos os estilos.... Desde um rock/pop, a um um rock mais metaleiro e a baladas fantasticas com um cheirinho MPB cheias de calor e com letras lindas e melodias fantasticas.... Adorei e recomendo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;Fe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112644218267676200?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112644218267676200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112644218267676200&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112644218267676200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112644218267676200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/09/los-hermanos.html' title='Los Hermanos'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112638050959947364</id><published>2005-09-10T20:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T20:28:29.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/1600/cruz%20e%20polo%20sul%20-%20ajuste%20so%20R%20e%20B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/320/cruz%20e%20polo%20sul%20-%20ajuste%20so%20R%20e%20B.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hoje eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eu te amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No vento de um temporal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mas fui mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Muito além&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do tempo do vendaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dos desejos de um beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que eu jamais provei igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E as estrelas dão um sinal&lt;br /&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/14383693-112638050959947364?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112638050959947364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112638050959947364&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112638050959947364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112638050959947364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112635833929848611</id><published>2005-09-10T14:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T14:18:59.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Li hoje num fotolog  http://www.fotolog.net/joe_taruga/ e gostei muito.&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;Depois escrevo sobre as pedras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras estão muito ditas&lt;br /&gt;e o mundo muito pensado.&lt;br /&gt;Fico ao teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Não me digas que há futuro&lt;br /&gt;nem passado.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o presente — claro muro&lt;br /&gt;sem coisas escritas.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o presente. Não fales,&lt;br /&gt;Não me expliques o presente,&lt;br /&gt;pois é tudo demasiado.&lt;br /&gt;Em águas de eternamente,&lt;br /&gt;o cometa dos meus males&lt;br /&gt;afunda, desarvorado.&lt;br /&gt;Fico ao teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Interlúdio - Cecília Meireles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112635833929848611?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112635833929848611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112635833929848611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112635833929848611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112635833929848611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/09/li-hoje-num-fotolog-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112635099133209808</id><published>2005-09-10T12:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T12:17:21.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>for the weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/101.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/101.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy rain for England and Wales... F***! &lt;br /&gt;assim ate nem me sinto mal por estar trabalhar durante o fim de semana...well, it can only get better, right?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112635099133209808?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112635099133209808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112635099133209808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112635099133209808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112635099133209808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/09/for-weekend.html' title='for the weekend...'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112627838542335992</id><published>2005-09-09T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T16:27:07.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>moving at the speed of life, we are bound to colide with each other</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/wallpaper_dad_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/wallpaper_dad_800.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque tu nunca sabes do que es capaz&lt;br /&gt;porque fazes aos outros o que nao queres que te facam a ti&lt;br /&gt;poque e L.A.&lt;br /&gt;crash e definitivamente um dos melhores filmes q vi este ano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112627838542335992?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112627838542335992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112627838542335992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112627838542335992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112627838542335992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/09/moving-at-speed-of-life-we-are-bound.html' title='moving at the speed of life, we are bound to colide with each other'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112627113413451780</id><published>2005-09-09T13:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T14:06:34.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>and the winner is.....</title><content type='html'>o "mercury prize" elege todos oa anos 12 artistas ingleses ou irlandeses com o objectivo de promover a musica feita durante o passado ano. o giro da coisa e que competem ao mesmo artistas muito diversos desde os mainstream "kaiser chiefs" e "coldplay" ate seth lakeman, a produziu o cd na cozinha da casinha dele e MIA uma rapper q apareceu este ano. Alem  disso tambem se descobrem nomes que eu nunca tinha ouvido falar e que surpreendem.  Alias foi isso mesmo q aconteceu este ano. Quando todos davam como certo a vitoria dos "kaiser chiefs" ou entao dos "block party", o premio foi atribuido a antony and the johnsons. para saber o porque desta decisao nada melho que ver a actuacao dos tipos na gala de atribuicao do premio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/broadband/mediawrapper/consoles/bbcfour/bb_rm_console.shtml?pack1-antony_16x9&lt;br /&gt;" target="_blank"&gt;ouvir aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112627113413451780?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112627113413451780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112627113413451780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112627113413451780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112627113413451780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-winner-is.html' title='and the winner is.....'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112626219904214550</id><published>2005-09-09T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:04:14.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Switch me on, turn me up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/goldfrapp-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/400/goldfrapp-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; em alta rotacao no meu kido ipod o novo cd dos magnificos goldfrapp: supernature.&lt;br /&gt;sexy, c mto vavavoum e ohh la la e os goldfrapp voltam a trazer o melhor electro-glam feito nos ultimos tempos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para ouvir o single &lt;a href="http://exodus.interoutemediaservices.com/deliverMedia.asp?id=b3b700c0-d7e1-406b-a65a-8bfe1877d2ca&amp;delivery=stream" target="_blank"&gt;Ooh la la&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas vale mm a pena dar uma olhadela ao resto do cd no site oficial: &lt;a href=" www.goldfrapp.co.uk" target="_blank"&gt;www.goldfrapp.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112626219904214550?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112626219904214550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112626219904214550&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112626219904214550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112626219904214550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/09/switch-me-on-turn-me-up.html' title='Switch me on, turn me up'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112556447858764605</id><published>2005-09-01T09:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T10:39:35.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>to be or not to be a fish?</title><content type='html'>After spending months looking to dishes full of fishes in the hope of finding THAT stupid fucking mutant that will help me finishing my never ending PhD and finally publish that paper that will never be out, I just found normal fishes… not one interesting mutant. Maybe I should become a fish since it’s impossible to find a normal guy on this town and it seams to be millions of normal fishes out there…or maybe not… it will be way too boring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112556447858764605?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112556447858764605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112556447858764605&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112556447858764605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112556447858764605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-be-or-not-to-be-fish.html' title='to be or not to be a fish?'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112540077771774095</id><published>2005-08-30T12:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:19:37.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me that it's true! i can't belive it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from bbc weather centre:&lt;br /&gt; Hot and dry with plenty of sunshine.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguem vai dar o baza no trabalho amanha....hehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112540077771774095?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112540077771774095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112540077771774095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112540077771774095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112540077771774095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/tell-me-that-its-true-i-cant-belive-it.html' title='tell me that it&apos;s true! i can&apos;t belive it!!'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112539903977209647</id><published>2005-08-30T11:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:50:39.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou feliz....</title><content type='html'>Sinto-me bem!!!!! UPIIIIIIIII!&lt;br /&gt;Sabem aqueles dias em que se dormiu bem e temos tudo de bom e excitante para fazer!!!! hoje e um desses dias.... Apesar de todas as coisas horriveis que acontecem a nossa volta e de toda a injustica... Ha sempre alturas em que nos sentimos bem e isso nos da forca para andar para a frente e de AMAR MUITO todos aqueles que gostamos e parecem gostar de nos... eu sou assim... Talvez uma mulher que ame demais mas nao tenho vergonha de admitir.... Quem nao gostar so perde!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112539903977209647?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112539903977209647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112539903977209647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112539903977209647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112539903977209647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/estou-feliz.html' title='Estou feliz....'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112507056808878385</id><published>2005-08-26T15:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T16:39:41.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...'cause sometimes it is just that good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/DSC034622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/DSC034622.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking hand in hand down Chelsea harbour&lt;br /&gt;His voice on my ear…&lt;br /&gt;His head resting on my chest…&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i'm just &lt;a href="http://www.bendawkins.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/nc_qt.html" target="_blank"&gt;breathless without you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's up in the morning and on the downs&lt;br /&gt;Little white clouds like gambolling lambs&lt;br /&gt;And I am breathless over you&lt;br /&gt;And the red-breasted robin beats his wings&lt;br /&gt;His throat it trembles when he sings&lt;br /&gt;For he is helpless before you&lt;br /&gt;The happy hooded bluebells bow&lt;br /&gt;And bend their heads all a-down&lt;br /&gt;Heavied by the early morning dew&lt;br /&gt;At the whispering stream, at the bubbling brook&lt;br /&gt;The fishes leap up to take a look&lt;br /&gt;For they are breathless over you&lt;br /&gt;Still your hands&lt;br /&gt;And still your heart&lt;br /&gt;For still your face comes shining through&lt;br /&gt;And all the morning glows anew&lt;br /&gt;Still your mind&lt;br /&gt;Still your soul&lt;br /&gt;For still, the fare of love is true&lt;br /&gt;And I am breathless without you&lt;br /&gt;The wind circles among the trees&lt;br /&gt;And it bangs about the new-made leaves&lt;br /&gt;For it is breathless without you&lt;br /&gt;The fox chases the rabbit round&lt;br /&gt;The rabbit hides beneath the ground&lt;br /&gt;For he is defenceless without you&lt;br /&gt;The sky of daytime dies away&lt;br /&gt;And all the earthly things they stop to play&lt;br /&gt;For we are all breathless without you&lt;br /&gt;I listen to my juddering bones&lt;br /&gt;The blood in my veins and the wind in my lungs&lt;br /&gt;And I am breathless without you&lt;br /&gt;Still your hands&lt;br /&gt;And still your heart&lt;br /&gt;For still your face comes shining through&lt;br /&gt;And all the morning glows anew&lt;br /&gt;Still your soul&lt;br /&gt;Still your mind&lt;br /&gt;Still, the fire of love is true&lt;br /&gt;And I am breathless without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112507056808878385?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112507056808878385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112507056808878385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112507056808878385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112507056808878385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/cause-sometimes-it-is-just-that-good.html' title='...&apos;cause sometimes it is just that good'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112487227575565718</id><published>2005-08-24T09:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T09:31:58.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>life is wonderful</title><content type='html'>The magic of life is always present in our lives but most of the time it's on our peripheral vision and we don't acknowledge her presence. Yesterday I saw it just in front of me... and my life is full of joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112487227575565718?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112487227575565718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112487227575565718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112487227575565718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112487227575565718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-is-wonderful.html' title='life is wonderful'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112473032599688271</id><published>2005-08-22T17:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:06:04.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ainda falando de pontes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/350px-Dom_Luis_1_bridge_Porto_Portugal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/350px-Dom_Luis_1_bridge_Porto_Portugal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda nao percebi muito bem porque e que o assunto "pontes" tem tido um destaque tao grande no nosso blog....Mas ja que o sentido figurativo de "Pontes" ja foi vastamente aqui explorado, achei por bem falar do pouco que sei das "Pontes" da minha cidade. Sim, poque quem gosta de pontes, tem que passar pelo Porto.&lt;br /&gt;A primeira ligacao do Porto a outra margem foi feita pela Ponte das Barcas no inicio do sec XIX. Infelizmente so durou tres anos. A ponte colapsou enquanto a populacao fugia das tropas de Napoleao causando a morte a mais de quatro mil pessoas. (Claro que o Porto continuou invicto ate hoje, e nem o exercito imperial do Napoleao conseguiu conquistar a cidade, alias a cidade nunca mais foi conquistada desde o imperio romano. Voltemos as pontes! ) A Ponte das Barcas foi depois substituida pela Ponte D.Maria II, nome pela qual nunca foi conhecida. A denonimacao adoptada foi Ponte Pensil. Desta ponte so restam na margem do Porto,dois oblisquos que suportavam os cabos da plataforma. Posteriormente foi contruida no mesmo lugar a ponte D.Luis I que ainda hoje se mantem em funcionamento e que esta a ser reforcada para suportar a linha de metro que ira ligar o centro do Porto ao centro da cidade de Gaia. A contrucao desta ponte foi assinada pelo Eng. Teofilo Seyrig, que foi, em conjunto com Gusatavo Eiffel, co-autor da Ponte D.Maria Pia. A Ponte D.Maria Pia foi umas das primeiras grandes obras de Eiffel que ficou mais tarde conehcido na historia como o autor de Torre Eiffel (convem nao esquecer que nos fomos visionarios e apostamos no talento dele primeiro!). Esta ponte ferroviaria esteve em funcionameto ate ha bem pouco tempo, sendo substituida pela Ponte S. Joao da autoria de Edgar Cardoso, que tambem foi o responsavel pela construcao da Ponte da Arrabida nos anos 60. A Ponte da Arrabida foi durante algum tempo a detentora do recorde de pontes em arco de betao armado (este povo empreendedor do Norte deixa-me tao orgulhosa!). No inicio deste seculo a paixao dos portuenses pela contrucao de pontes nao esmoreceu e mais duas pontes foram inauguradas, a Ponte do Freixo e a Ponte Infante D.Henrique.&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 120, 156);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 120, 156);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 120, 156);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 120, 156);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112473032599688271?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112473032599688271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112473032599688271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112473032599688271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112473032599688271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/ainda-falando-de-pontes_22.html' title='ainda falando de pontes...'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112462647116334029</id><published>2005-08-21T13:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T13:21:10.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/1600/DSC04576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/320/DSC04576.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Kew e uma planta carnivora que foi gentilmente retirada pelo Ze dos Kew Gardens, em Londres, no passado dia 16 de Agosto. Por um pequeno descuido, foi esquecida pelo seu dono em Cranley Place onde esta agora a receber os maiores cuidados. Informa-se assim o Ze que a Kew se encontra de boa saude apenas apresentando ,por motivos desconhecidos, alguns dos seus sacos pretos (murchos). Estao-se a fazer os maiores esforcos para que a kew seja devolvida o mais breve possivel ao seu dono em Guimaraes onde crescera com a luz, a agua e os insectos portuguesas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kew em South Kensingtos, London, 21/08/05&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/14383693-112462647116334029?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112462647116334029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112462647116334029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112462647116334029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112462647116334029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/kew.html' title='A Kew'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112454757503791954</id><published>2005-08-20T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T15:19:35.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pontes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/1600/DSC05998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/320/DSC05998.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois e amiga...estamos sempre a atravessar pontes...Em Lisboa, em Londres, etc...Vou ter muitas saudades tuas mas tenho a certeza que vai correr tudo bem. E as pontes estao sempre ca para vires sempre ter connosco....Muitos beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112454757503791954?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112454757503791954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112454757503791954&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112454757503791954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112454757503791954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/pontes.html' title='Pontes.....'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112454088470358222</id><published>2005-08-20T13:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T13:28:04.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha decisao!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/1600/sp1.fotologs.net.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2542/1157/400/sp1.fotologs.net.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos , conhecidos e outros &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomei uma decisao! Vou voltar para Portugal. Vai ser dificil, eu sei mas tenho vontade de voltar ....Sinto que a minha missao esta feita por aqui, uma nova fase vai comecar....Estou cheia de medo mas tambem muito excitada!!!!!Vai ser um comeco de novo e um salto outra vez para o escuro!!! E sei que vou andar a lutar contra moinhos de vento em todos os aspectos depois de 5 anos em Terras Britanicas!!!!! Mas quem me conheco sabe que gosto de desafios e de estar perto da minha familia e dos amigos!!!!!Espero que possa contar com o apoio de todos!!!! Vou deixar ca muitos amigos e muitas recordacoes, tenho certeza que vou ter muitas saudades!!! A vida e feita de crossroads e nos temos de arriscar e fazer o que o nosso coracao manda para nos sentirmos felizes!!! A nossa passagem por este Mundo e tao curta.....&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vai uma foto da minha Lisboa amada e desjada!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112454088470358222?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112454088470358222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112454088470358222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112454088470358222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112454088470358222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/minha-decisao.html' title='A minha decisao!!!'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112444930758207403</id><published>2005-08-19T11:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T14:03:13.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hj acordei e pensei em....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Eugenio de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recordar eugenio de andrade e viajar no tempo. nao so pelo tematica dos seus poemas,marcada pela sua infancia beira, pela sua ligacao a terra e as coisas simples da vida, mas tambem pelo seu universo romantico que me marcou profundamente durante a adolescencia. e aqui fica "adeus" porque nunca ha uma maneira facil de dize lo...mas eugenio consegue faze lo com uma honestidade e verdade que sempre me emocionaram. Se um dia tiverem q me dizer adeus ao menos que o facam como o eugenio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já gastámos as palavras pela rua, meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;e o que nos ficou não chega&lt;br /&gt;para afastar o frio de quatro paredes.&lt;br /&gt;Gastámos tudo menos o silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Gastámos os olhos com o sal das lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;gastámos as mãos à força de as apertarmos,&lt;br /&gt;gastámos o relógio e as pedras das esquinas&lt;br /&gt;em esperas inúteis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meto as mãos nas algibeiras e não encontro nada.&lt;br /&gt;Antigamente tínhamos tanto para dar um ao outro;&lt;br /&gt;era como se todas as coisas fossem minhas:&lt;br /&gt;quanto mais te dava mais tinha para te dar.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes tu dizias: os teus olhos são peixes verdes.&lt;br /&gt;E eu acreditava.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditava,&lt;br /&gt;porque ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;todas as coisas eram possíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso era no tempo dos segredos,&lt;br /&gt;era no tempo em que o teu corpo era um aquário,&lt;br /&gt;era no tempo em que os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;eram realmente peixes verdes.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje são apenas os meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;É pouco mas é verdade,&lt;br /&gt;uns olhos como todos os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já gastámos as palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Quando agora digo: meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;já não se passa absolutamente nada.&lt;br /&gt;E no entanto, antes das palavras gastas,&lt;br /&gt;tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;de que todas as coisas estremeciam&lt;br /&gt;só de murmurar o teu nome&lt;br /&gt;no silêncio do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não temos já nada para dar.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;não há nada que me peça água.&lt;br /&gt;O passado é inútil como um trapo.&lt;br /&gt;E já te disse: as palavras estão gastas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112444930758207403?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112444930758207403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112444930758207403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112444930758207403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112444930758207403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/hj-acordei-e-pensei-em.html' title='hj acordei e pensei em....'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112438131830159114</id><published>2005-08-18T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T17:09:29.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>one week to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.nickcaveandthebadseeds.com/" target="_blank"&gt;NICK CAVE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mcms-delivery.virtuebroadcasting.com/deliverMedia.asp?id=166B1107-96CE-424C-911A-C99B691A5138" target="_blank"&gt;the ship song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112438131830159114?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112436340393954423</id><published>2005-08-18T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T12:10:03.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kiss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/1600/DSC06388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/320/DSC06388.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kiss, Rodin, 1901-4&lt;br /&gt;Tate modern, London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque ha sempre beijos "proibidos"...&lt;br /&gt;porque ha sempre beijos especiais...&lt;br /&gt;e porque gosto muito desta estatua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112436340393954423?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112436340393954423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112436340393954423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112436340393954423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112436340393954423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/kiss.html' title='The Kiss...'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112412706364816008</id><published>2005-08-15T18:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T18:33:50.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bush no seu melhor...pior....whatever!</title><content type='html'>chegou-me por mail e tinha q colocar aqui este link fnatstico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewebshite.net/blogpages/george_bush_spindoctor.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.thewebshite.net/blogpages/george_bush_spindoctor.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112412706364816008?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112412706364816008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112412706364816008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112412706364816008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112412706364816008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/bush-no-seu-melhorpiorwhatever.html' title='bush no seu melhor...pior....whatever!'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112412610471827221</id><published>2005-08-15T18:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T18:15:04.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há Metafísica Bastante Em Não Pensar Em Nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/DSC03428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/DSC03428.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há metafísica bastante em não pensar em nada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que penso eu do mundo? &lt;br /&gt;Sei lá o que penso do mundo! &lt;br /&gt;Se eu adoecesse pensaria nisso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ideia tenho eu das cousas? &lt;br /&gt;Que opinião tenho sobre as causas e os efeitos? &lt;br /&gt;Que tenho eu meditado sobre Deus e a alma &lt;br /&gt;E sobre a criação do Mundo? &lt;br /&gt;Não sei. Para mim pensar nisso é fechar os olhos &lt;br /&gt;E não pensar. É correr as cortinas &lt;br /&gt;Da minha janela (mas ela não tem cortinas). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mistério das cousas? Sei lá o que é mistério! &lt;br /&gt;O único mistério é haver quem pense no mistério. &lt;br /&gt;Quem está ao sol e fecha os olhos, &lt;br /&gt;Começa a não saber o que é o sol &lt;br /&gt;E a pensar muitas cousas cheias de calor. &lt;br /&gt;Mas abre os olhos e vê o sol, &lt;br /&gt;E já não pode pensar em nada, &lt;br /&gt;Porque a luz do sol vale mais que os pensamentos &lt;br /&gt;De todos os filósofos e de todos os poetas. &lt;br /&gt;A luz do sol não sabe o que faz &lt;br /&gt;E por isso não erra e é comum e boa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metafísica? Que metafísica têm aquelas árvores? &lt;br /&gt;A de serem verdes e copadas e de terem ramos &lt;br /&gt;E a de dar fruto na sua hora, o que não nos faz pensar, &lt;br /&gt;A nós, que não sabemos dar por elas. &lt;br /&gt;Mas que melhor metafísica que a delas, &lt;br /&gt;Que é a de não saber para que vivem &lt;br /&gt;Nem saber que o não sabem? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Constituição íntima das cousas»... &lt;br /&gt;«Sentido íntimo do Universo»... &lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto é falso, tudo isto não quer dizer nada. &lt;br /&gt;É incrível que se possa pensar em cousas dessas. &lt;br /&gt;É como pensar em razões e fins &lt;br /&gt;Quando o começo da manhã está raiando, e pelos lados das árvores &lt;br /&gt;Um vago ouro lustroso vai perdendo a escuridão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar no sentido íntimo das cousas &lt;br /&gt;É acrescentado, como pensar na saúde &lt;br /&gt;Ou levar um copo à água das fontes. &lt;br /&gt;O único sentido íntimo das cousas &lt;br /&gt;É elas não terem sentido íntimo nenhum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito em Deus porque nunca o vi. &lt;br /&gt;Se ele quisesse que eu acreditasse nele, &lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida que viria falar comigo &lt;br /&gt;E entraria pela minha porta dentro &lt;br /&gt;Dizendo-me, Aqui estou! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Isto é talvez ridículo aos ouvidos &lt;br /&gt;De quem, por não saber o que é olhar para as cousas, &lt;br /&gt;Não compreende quem fala delas &lt;br /&gt;Com o modo de falar que reparar para elas ensina.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se Deus é as flores e as árvores &lt;br /&gt;E os montes e sol e o luar, &lt;br /&gt;Então acredito nele, &lt;br /&gt;Então acredito nele a toda a hora, &lt;br /&gt;E a minha vida é toda uma oração e uma missa, &lt;br /&gt;E uma comunhão com os olhos e pelos ouvidos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se Deus é as árvores e as flores &lt;br /&gt;E os montes e o luar e o sol, &lt;br /&gt;Para que lhe chamo eu Deus? &lt;br /&gt;Chamo-lhe flores e árvores e montes e sol e luar; &lt;br /&gt;Porque, se ele se fez, para eu o ver, &lt;br /&gt;Sol e luar e flores e árvores e montes, &lt;br /&gt;Se ele me aparece como sendo árvores e montes &lt;br /&gt;E luar e sol e flores, &lt;br /&gt;É que ele quer que eu o conheça &lt;br /&gt;Como árvores e montes e flores e luar e sol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por isso eu obedeço-lhe, &lt;br /&gt;(Que mais sei eu de Deus que Deus de si próprio?), &lt;br /&gt;Obedeço-lhe a viver, espontaneamente, &lt;br /&gt;Como quem abre os olhos e vê, &lt;br /&gt;E chamo-lhe luar e sol e flores e árvores e montes, &lt;br /&gt;E amo-o sem pensar nele, &lt;br /&gt;E penso-o vendo e ouvindo, &lt;br /&gt;E ando com ele a toda a hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Guardador De Rebanhos &lt;br /&gt;Alberto Caeiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112412610471827221?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112412610471827221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112412610471827221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112412610471827221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112412610471827221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/h-metafsica-bastante-em-no-pensar-em.html' title='Há Metafísica Bastante Em Não Pensar Em Nada'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112384479717283251</id><published>2005-08-12T12:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T12:06:37.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>yuppi!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/1097976825_Hgabrielle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/1097976825_Hgabrielle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You are Gabrielle Solis, the ex-model with everything she's every wanted a rich husband, a big house and John, the 17-year-old gardener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Desperate Housewife are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/gerigrrl/quizzes/Which%20Desperate%20Housewife%20are%20you%3F/" target="_blank"&gt;clica aqui para saberes!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112384479717283251?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112384479717283251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112384479717283251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112384479717283251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112384479717283251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/yuppi.html' title='yuppi!!!'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112375499063451496</id><published>2005-08-11T11:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T12:24:02.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem tudo comeca com um beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/9789895551088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/9789895551088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As ferias terminaram… Agora e tempo de voltar ao trabalho, deitar e acordar cedo. Realmente a parte pior e mesmo essa: deitar e acordar cedo…. Quando regresso de ferias fico sempre com os horarios trocados. Vou para a caminha dormir e depois fico a olhar para o tecto a espera que o soninho chegue, a ver as horas a passar, a contar o tempo que tenho para dormir antes que o despertador acorde. E ontem nao foi excepcao, mas no lugar de dar voltas e voltas na cama peguei numa das minhas novas aquisicoes literarias “ Nem tudo comeca com um beijo” de Jorge Araujo e Pedro Sousa Pereira. Nao posso dizer que foi “remedio santo” para a insonia, antes pelo contrario. Nao larguei o livro enquanto nao o terminei de ler. Nao e nehuma obra prima de literatura, mas a historia simples e a mensagem que nos leva a pensar no mundo que esta para alem da historia, prendeu me durante as horas da madrugada. A historia principal e retrata um amor platonico entre Fio Maravilha e a Nuvem Maravilha, um daqueles amores que todos nos vivemos durante o despertar da adolescencia, doce, simples, belo, sem dramas, sem esquemas, sem medos e contudo impossivel. Depois temos um universo rico de personagens que nos sao familiar de qualquer maneira, todos nos conhecemos um Armando Pantera, um Amante da Rosa, um Domingo, um Bisnaga, um Molecula… Tambem conhecemos as personagens femininas do livro como a Gelatina e Nuvem Maria, mulheres fortes que lutam por se libertarem do mundo pequeno que as rodeia, como diz Pedro Ayres de Magalhaes, que escreve o posfacio do livro, “mulheres corajosas, as vezes mais homens que os homens” … e sao estas as personagens as responsaveis por hoje ter me literalmente arrastado para o trabalho, cheia de sono mas muito satisfeita por ter encontrado um bom livro.&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/14383693-112375499063451496?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112375499063451496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112375499063451496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112375499063451496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112375499063451496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/nem-tudo-comeca-com-um-beijo.html' title='Nem tudo comeca com um beijo'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112358643935773746</id><published>2005-08-09T11:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T12:20:39.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Su Doku again.....Cultura japonesa a invadir os aeroportos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/1600/DSC04399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/320/DSC04399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/1600/DSC04400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/320/DSC04400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É realmente um vício....faz concorrêmcia ao Sushi...imaginem comer sushi a fazer So Doku. Experimentem. Ao contrário das palavras cruzadas, em que para além das letras, são precisas as palavras, e para além das palavras temos também que saber isto e  aquilo..... com o So Doku, imaginem, basta saber contar até 9 . Depois a confusão que se pode fazer entre o 1 e o 9 nos quadrados fáceis, menos fáceis, difíceis e muito difíceis é outra história... Enfim...até ficar farta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Beijinhos&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/14383693-112358643935773746?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112358643935773746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112358643935773746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112358643935773746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112358643935773746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/su-doku-againcultura-japonesa-invadir.html' title='Su Doku again.....Cultura japonesa a invadir os aeroportos'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112353587092804367</id><published>2005-08-08T22:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:17:50.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um por do sol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/1600/DSC04405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/320/DSC04405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               Visto na outra ponta do pais....Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112353587092804367?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112353587092804367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112353587092804367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112353587092804367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112353587092804367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/mais-um-por-do-sol.html' title='Mais um por do sol...'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112343682902175850</id><published>2005-08-07T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:49:02.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>eu gosto e do verao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/DSC03422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/DSC03422.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por do sol em Caminha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.takatum.com/new/sound/furia/verao.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;ouvir aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112343682902175850?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112343682902175850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112343682902175850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112343682902175850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112343682902175850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/eu-gosto-e-do-verao.html' title='eu gosto e do verao'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112292185754854053</id><published>2005-08-01T19:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T19:44:17.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>adoptamos um cachorrinho</title><content type='html'>Normalmente no verao, certas pessoas abondonam os seus animaisinhos para poderem ir de ferias. Nos aqui no blog, decidimos dar o exemplo e adoptamos o&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; SUKA&lt;/span&gt;, o nosso novo cachorrinho. Nao e lindo??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112292185754854053?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112292185754854053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112292185754854053&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112292185754854053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112292185754854053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/adoptamos-um-cachorrinho.html' title='adoptamos um cachorrinho'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112290098443751191</id><published>2005-08-01T13:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T13:56:24.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ola e mais um dia</title><content type='html'>Estou com uma sensacao de tarefa terminada e de vazio interno que nao sei descrever. Os meus niveis energeticos estao muito em baixo psicologicamente e fisicamente. Por um lado sinto-me bem num dia mas no dia seguinte volto ao cansaco!!!! Tenho de tomar vitaminas e restabelecer.....Estou cansada mas ao mesmo tempo estou feliz um MUndo inteiro para descobrir esta a minha espera. Muita luta pela frente como sempre foi  e sempre sera. O que interessa estarmos rodeados de amor e amizade daqueles que gostam mesmo de nos mesmo que eles estejam a muitos km de distancia.&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112290098443751191?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112290098443751191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112290098443751191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112290098443751191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112290098443751191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/08/ola-e-mais-um-dia.html' title='Ola e mais um dia'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112263335859888392</id><published>2005-07-29T11:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T11:35:58.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Certos dias....</title><content type='html'>Por vezes certos dias em que tu pensas que vais acordar mal disposta e depre e de repente isso nao acontece!!!! essa sensacao e tao boa nao e!!!!!! Esperavas que tudo acontesse ao contrario, que estivesse a chover, que perdesses a carteira, sei la...E depois ha qualquer coisa dentro de ti que da forca e motivacao. E depois???? se mesmo alguma coisa correr mal ha sempre um amigo para ajudar  e alguem para desabafar. Pronto isto e um pequeno desabafo de miuda com uns parafusos a menos.&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112263335859888392?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112263335859888392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112263335859888392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112263335859888392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112263335859888392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/certos-dias.html' title='Certos dias....'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112250348327163827</id><published>2005-07-27T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:34:29.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>we found Su Doku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/home_puzzvirgin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/home_puzzvirgin.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reparei q ultimamente no meu local de trabalho os genios com cromossoma XY andavam mto excitados. A duvida era com o k? e claro q ha q ter em conta q o meu chefe tem reputacao de saber escolher mto bem os super genios de cromossoma &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, m tb tem-se q ter em conta q os supostos genios XY sao todos casados excepto um, q e gay... Entao a super genio&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; q vos escreve, decidiu investigar... e decobriu q todo aquele entusiasmo dos nao tao genios XY, se devia ao Su Doku.&lt;br /&gt;entao o q e o Su Doku?&lt;br /&gt;O Su Doku apareceu por aqui em Novembro de 2004 no jornal "the times". E n e mais nada do que um genero de palavras cruzadas...m sem palavras e sim com numeros. E nos oferecida uma tabela 3 x 3 quadrados. Cada um desses e subdividido em 9 quadrados mais pequenos, obtendo se um quadrado grande constituido por 9x9 quadradinhos: 9 linhas e 9 colunas. No inicio do jogo alguns desses quadrados encontram-se ja preenchidos e o objectivo do jogo consiste em distribuir os algarismos 1 a 9 nas 9 linhas e colunas sem repetir o mesmo algarismo na mesma coluna ou linha... compreendido??? Se tens um "nao mto fashion m as vezes util" Pc, podes tentar jogar a versao online: www.sudoku.com/download.htm&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a mim, vou terminar de fazer os 100 puzzle do livro q comprei hoje no aeroporto. garanto vos q nunca estive tao viciada na vida em coisa alguma. e querem saber a melhor? o tipo que estava a minha frente no aviao tambem tinha um livrinho de Su Doku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112250348327163827?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112250348327163827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112250348327163827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112250348327163827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112250348327163827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-found-su-doku.html' title='we found Su Doku'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112246949668360855</id><published>2005-07-27T14:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T14:04:56.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS... I have it!!! And you???</title><content type='html'>premenstrual Syndrome: PMS is a disorder characterized by a set of hormonal changes that trigger disruptive symptoms in a significant number of women for up to two weeks prior to menstruation. Of the estimated 40 million suffers, more than 5 million require medical treatment for marked mood and behavioral changes. Often symptoms tend to taper off with menstruation and women remain symptom-free until the two weeks or so prior to the next menstrual period. These regularly recurring symptoms from ovulation until menses typify PMS, premenstrual syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 150 symptoms have been attributed to PMS. After complaints of feeling "out-of-control", anxious, depressed and having uncontrollable crying spells, the most common complaints are headache and fatigue. But symptoms may vary from month to month and there may even be symptom-free months. No women present with all the PMS symptoms. Characteristically symptoms may be both physical and emotional. They may include physical symptoms as headache, migraine, fluid retention, fatigue, constipation, painful joints, backache, abdominal cramping, heart palpitations and weight gain. Emotional and behavioral changes may include anxiety, depression, irritability, panic attacks, tension,lack of co-ordination, decreased work or social performance and altered libido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma chatice ser mulher!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112246949668360855?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112246949668360855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112246949668360855&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112246949668360855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112246949668360855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/pms-i-have-it-and-you.html' title='PMS... I have it!!! And you???'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112229673960208748</id><published>2005-07-25T14:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:07:49.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simpson mania</title><content type='html'>eu quero ser a lisa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/marge1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/320/marge1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matthewbarr.co.uk/simpsons/" target="_blank"&gt;que personagem es tu?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112229673960208748?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112229673960208748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112229673960208748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112229673960208748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112229673960208748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/simpson-mania.html' title='Simpson mania'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112228759329993912</id><published>2005-07-25T11:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T13:49:53.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sway</title><content type='html'>I have always been a dreamer but now it's about time to face the ball. Will you be there to catch me when I fall? And I can assure you that i'm going to fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;directamente da suecia "the perishers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to you as to a friend&lt;br /&gt;I hope that’s what you’ve&lt;br /&gt;come to be&lt;br /&gt;It feels as though we’ve&lt;br /&gt;made amends&lt;br /&gt;Like we found a way&lt;br /&gt;eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you who picked&lt;br /&gt;the pieces up&lt;br /&gt;When I was a broken soul&lt;br /&gt;And then glued me&lt;br /&gt;back together&lt;br /&gt;Returned to me what&lt;br /&gt;others stole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna make you sway&lt;br /&gt;Like I know I’ve done before&lt;br /&gt;I will not do it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always been a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;I've had my head among&lt;br /&gt;the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Now that I’m coming down&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you be my solid ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at you and see a friend&lt;br /&gt;I hope that’s what you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Are we back now where&lt;br /&gt;it all began?&lt;br /&gt;Have you finally forgiven me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gathered my dreams in&lt;br /&gt;When they all blew away&lt;br /&gt;And then tricked them&lt;br /&gt;back into me&lt;br /&gt;You saved me I was&lt;br /&gt;almost dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.nettwerk.com/mp3/singles/ThePe_Swa.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;ouvir aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q tal uma olhadela ao site oficial e ouvir as musicas do ultimo cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.perishersmusic.com/perishers.swf" target="_blank"&gt;clicar aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112228759329993912?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112228759329993912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112228759329993912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112228759329993912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112228759329993912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/sway.html' title='sway'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112203250811084538</id><published>2005-07-22T12:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T12:44:22.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>all is full of love</title><content type='html'>to light things up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;all is full of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;bjork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gum.kookmin.ac.kr/cwb-data/data/gum01/BJORK_All_Is_Full_Of_Love-10.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;ouvir aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112203250811084538?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112203250811084538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112203250811084538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112203250811084538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112203250811084538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/all-is-full-of-love.html' title='all is full of love'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112198190539422596</id><published>2005-07-21T22:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T22:38:25.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My feelings today.....</title><content type='html'>Today I felt very insecure I know that we always live on the edge and that anything can happen. But the terrorists have won at least this battle ….I was scared for me and for my friends. I don’t feel secure anymore. The war has started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112198190539422596?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112198190539422596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112198190539422596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112198190539422596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112198190539422596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-feelings-today.html' title='My feelings today.....'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112196414934650718</id><published>2005-07-21T17:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T17:43:26.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day in London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/DSC033412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/400/DSC033411.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today from the window at my work.&lt;br /&gt;the UCH (university college hospital) is just on the other side of the street and the warren street tube station a block away. The official version so far is that the person that detonated the bomb at the tube station was injured and taken to the uch. And they evacuated the all block around it … it maybe a little bit of conspiracy theory, but I think it’s a slightly strange to evacuate the all block because there’s a injured being treated on a hospital. I just don’t know what to think because I have the feeling that people here are not being properly informed of what’s going on. Maybe the police don’t want to scare the all population but I would feel much more relaxed if the information was more straightforward…&lt;br /&gt; I just don’t know what to think or feel at the moment. I’m not scared or nervous or anxious like I was on the 7/7  I’m just not felling secure at all. The city is on maximum alert since that day and things like these shouldn’t been happening if they had it under control.  I guess today terrorists just wanted to make a point: doesn’t matter your level of security, if you want to harm you we will. Well… If that was the message, they were very successful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112196414934650718?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112196414934650718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112196414934650718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112196414934650718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112196414934650718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-day-in-london.html' title='Another day in London'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112189873011593740</id><published>2005-07-20T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T23:32:10.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange day!!!</title><content type='html'>Today it was quite strange!!!! Strange feelings and emotions but we have to be strong and the "show" must go on ... Life goes on!!! We love you Andrea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112189873011593740?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112189873011593740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112189873011593740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112189873011593740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112189873011593740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/strange-day.html' title='Strange day!!!'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112187863521542660</id><published>2005-07-20T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T17:57:15.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany-Stereotypes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/DSC03102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/400/DSC03102.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I genuinely thought that people were killed if a train in Germany was delayed…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112187863521542660?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112187863521542660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112187863521542660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112187863521542660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112187863521542660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/germany-stereotypes.html' title='Germany-Stereotypes'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112187083581611915</id><published>2005-07-20T15:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T15:47:15.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany-Dresden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/1600/DSC031121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/855/1294/400/DSC03112.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of Dresden was destroyed during the II WW. Basically, after German planes attacked Coventry in the Uk, Churchill decided that retaliation was on the order of the day and ordered the bombing of Dresden. By now most of the buildings are recovered and the city expanded behind the Elbe River and gave rise to "The Neustadt Quarter". Richard Strauss was responsible for making the Dresden opera house one of the most renown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112187083581611915?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112187083581611915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112187083581611915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112187083581611915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112187083581611915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/germany-dresden.html' title='Germany-Dresden'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112186643842958618</id><published>2005-07-20T14:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T14:33:58.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gente perdida da Mafaldinha</title><content type='html'>Por termos falado dela no fotolog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui devagarinho&lt;br /&gt; com medo de falhar&lt;br /&gt; não fosse esse o caminho certo&lt;br /&gt; para te encontrar&lt;br /&gt; fui descobrindo devagar&lt;br /&gt; cada sorriso teu&lt;br /&gt; fui aprendendo a procurar&lt;br /&gt; por entre sonhos meus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   eu fui assim chegando&lt;br /&gt; sem entender porquê&lt;br /&gt; já foram tantas vezes tantas&lt;br /&gt; assim como esta vez&lt;br /&gt; mas é mais fundo o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;  mais do que eu sei dizer&lt;br /&gt; é um abrigo pra voltar&lt;br /&gt; ou um mar pra me perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lá for a o vento&lt;br /&gt; nem sempre sabe a liberdade&lt;br /&gt; a gente finge&lt;br /&gt; mas sabe que não é verdade&lt;br /&gt; foge ao vazio&lt;br /&gt; enquanto brinda, dança e salta&lt;br /&gt; eu trago-te comigo&lt;br /&gt; e sinto tanto, tanto a tua falta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  eu fui entrando pouco a pouco&lt;br /&gt; abria a porta e vi&lt;br /&gt; que havia lume aceso&lt;br /&gt; e um lugar pra mim&lt;br /&gt; quase me assusta descobrir&lt;br /&gt; que foi este sabor&lt;br /&gt; que a vida inteira procurei&lt;br /&gt; entre a paixão e a dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lá for a o vento&lt;br /&gt; nem sempre sabe a liberdade&lt;br /&gt; gente perdida&lt;br /&gt; balança entre o sonho e a verdade&lt;br /&gt; foge ao vazio&lt;br /&gt; enquanto brinda, dança e salta&lt;br /&gt; eu trago-te comigo&lt;br /&gt; e sinto tanto, tanto a tua falta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lá for a o vento&lt;br /&gt; nem sempre sabe a liberdade&lt;br /&gt; a gente finge&lt;br /&gt; mas sabe que não é verdade&lt;br /&gt; foge ao vazio&lt;br /&gt; enquanto bebe, dança e ri&lt;br /&gt; eu trago-te comigo&lt;br /&gt; e guardo este abraço só para ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112186643842958618?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112186643842958618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112186643842958618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112186643842958618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112186643842958618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/gente-perdida-da-mafaldinha.html' title='Gente perdida da Mafaldinha'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112186583052600143</id><published>2005-07-20T14:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T14:23:50.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As Tres do Blog.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/1600/DSC04128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/320/DSC04128.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112186583052600143?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112186583052600143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112186583052600143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112186583052600143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112186583052600143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/as-tres-do-blog.html' title='As Tres do Blog.....'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112185657656362361</id><published>2005-07-20T11:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T12:16:21.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the letter</title><content type='html'>Put the pen&lt;br /&gt;To the paper&lt;br /&gt;Press the envelope&lt;br /&gt;With my scent&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;In my handwriting&lt;br /&gt;The curve Of my g?&lt;br /&gt;The longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is left that&lt;br /&gt;Writes these days?&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;We'll be different&lt;br /&gt;Take the cap&lt;br /&gt;Off your pen&lt;br /&gt;Wet the envelope&lt;br /&gt;Lick and lick it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;The time is running out&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear me call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns me on&lt;br /&gt;To imagine&lt;br /&gt;Your blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;On my words&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful pen&lt;br /&gt;Take the cap off&lt;br /&gt;Give me a sign and I'd come running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the wonderful PJ Harvey&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/apps/mediaplayer/index.jhtml?vid=31999&amp;channelID=1&amp;orgID=2&amp;gateway=bands&amp;paid=1081&amp;section_0=bands&amp;section_1=az&amp;section_2=harvey_pj&amp;section_3=audvid.jhtml&amp;refURL=/bands/az/harvey_pj/audvid.jhtml&amp;adPth=/adsetup/bands/&amp;adPN=audvid&lt;br /&gt;" target="_blank"&gt;ouvir aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112185657656362361?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112185657656362361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112185657656362361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112185657656362361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112185657656362361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/letter.html' title='the letter'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112176536799714279</id><published>2005-07-19T10:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T11:47:44.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jude on the market</title><content type='html'>Ok, a girl shouldn’t be happy when another brakes up with her boyfriend, but when the boy in question is Jude Law is a totally different subject. So girls take out your best dress from the closest and let’s go the primorose hill and accidental bump into him…. Note: don’t expect more than a fling with him. He cheated on Sienna with the nanny of his children…. The guy is just beautiful, not perfect. And of course we don’t anything less than perfect….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112176536799714279?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112176536799714279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112176536799714279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112176536799714279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112176536799714279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/jude-on-market.html' title='Jude on the market'/><author><name>Si</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08299699445879111370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112164214891791160</id><published>2005-07-18T00:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:15:48.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O filme que vimos hoje ...</title><content type='html'>The Door in the Floor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternately tragic and comic, an exploration of the complexities of love in both its brightest and darkest corners. Adapted from John Irving's best-selling novel A Widow for One Year, the film is set in the privileged beach community of East Hampton, New York and chronicles one pivotal summer in the lives of famous children's book author Ted Cole (Jeff Bridges) and his beautiful wife Marion (Kim Basinger). Their once-great marriage has been strained by tragedy. Her resulting despondency and his subsequent infidelities have prevented the couple from confronting a much-needed change in their relationship. Eddie O'Hare, the young man Ted hires to work as his summer assistant, is the couple's unwitting yet willing pawn - and, ultimately, the catalyst in the transformation of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente bonito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112164214891791160?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112164214891791160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112164214891791160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112164214891791160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112164214891791160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/o-filme-que-vimos-hoje.html' title='O filme que vimos hoje ...'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112162628525146752</id><published>2005-07-17T19:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:51:25.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyde Park -A nossa "praia em Londres"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/1600/DSC04313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/320/DSC04313.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/1600/DSC04322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/320/DSC04322.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/1600/DSC04325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/320/DSC04325.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112162628525146752?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112162628525146752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112162628525146752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112162628525146752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112162628525146752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/hyde-park-nossa-praia-em-londres.html' title='Hyde Park -A nossa &quot;praia em Londres&quot;'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112134670520649594</id><published>2005-07-14T14:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T14:11:45.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silvia....the sun glasses....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/1600/DSC04309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4567/1300/320/DSC04309.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silvia, olha la os oculos escuros...sao giros nao sao ????Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;Isto era mais para o Fotolog, mas ja pus foto hoje e nao dava para por outra...e como estavas a a sentir tanta foto dos oculos....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112134670520649594?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112134670520649594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112134670520649594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112134670520649594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112134670520649594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/silviathe-sun-glasses.html' title='Silvia....the sun glasses....'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112134509810654295</id><published>2005-07-14T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T13:44:58.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'> "Butterflies in the stomach"!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>How did butterflies get in your stomach? Well, those really aren't butterflies in there. "Butterflies in the stomach" is a way of describing those nervous, fluttery feelings you might get before a test or an important game. An imaginative writer created the phrase to describe the feeling, and people have been using it ever since.&lt;br /&gt;These tummy flutters are normal and happen to many people - even grown-ups!!!!! Some people believe having a few butterflies might even help you perform better by keeping you on your toe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112134509810654295?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112134509810654295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112134509810654295&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112134509810654295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112134509810654295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/butterflies-in-stomach.html' title=' &quot;Butterflies in the stomach&quot;!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Moirete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06098913880066018751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14383693.post-112134494240262847</id><published>2005-07-14T13:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T13:42:22.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Race for Life Website</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/ludwig" eudora="autourl" target="_new" title="This external link will open in a new window"&gt; http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/ludwig&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14383693-112134494240262847?l=sukahtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/112134494240262847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14383693&amp;postID=112134494240262847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112134494240262847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14383693/posts/default/112134494240262847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sukahtimes.blogspot.com/2005/07/race-for-life-website_14.html' title='Race for Life Website'/><author><name>Maria Joao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06240694239042823685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
