<?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-9026439</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:56:32.474Z</updated><title type='text'>A Capri's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Uma parte de mim...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-5055711995301911906</id><published>2012-01-29T16:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:16:53.091Z</updated><title type='text'>A minha história de amor / My own love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDxOe8qDhqY/TyV4bJnTnqI/AAAAAAAAEEc/pWGM-CMU5kI/s1600/place-for-a-heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDxOe8qDhqY/TyV4bJnTnqI/AAAAAAAAEEc/pWGM-CMU5kI/s200/place-for-a-heart.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Gostava de um dia poder escrever a minha história de amor, caso eu tivesse alguma. Vejo cada vez mais remota essa possibilidade a cada dia que passa. Detesto esta solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já me contaram tantas histórias felizes, já li histórias felizes. Porque não posso ter uma também? Eu acho que bem mereço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'd like to write my own love story someday, that is, if I had one to write. I see the oportunity to do so fade away each day that passes. I hate this loneliness that takes control of me. Many have told me, and I've read about happy love stories. Why can't I have my own? I think I deserve it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-5055711995301911906?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/5055711995301911906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=5055711995301911906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/5055711995301911906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/5055711995301911906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2012/01/minha-historia-de-amor-my-own-love.html' title='A minha história de amor / My own love story'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDxOe8qDhqY/TyV4bJnTnqI/AAAAAAAAEEc/pWGM-CMU5kI/s72-c/place-for-a-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-7274520112074128738</id><published>2010-12-27T02:56:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-04-20T03:40:39.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Não é o que se passe comigo porque tenho um pais fantásticos e a eles devo tudo o que sou mas ouvi esta música pela primeira vez e amei e decidi partilhar aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1yJqDTSufBE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1yJqDTSufBE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for the postman to bring me a letter.&lt;br /&gt;And I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;Family in crisis that only grows older.&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter to father, daughter to father!&lt;br /&gt;I am broken, but I am hoping.&lt;br /&gt;Daughter to father, daughter to father!&lt;br /&gt;I am crying, a part of me's dying.&lt;br /&gt;And these are, these are, the&lt;br /&gt;confessions of a broken heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wear all your old clothes your polo sweater.&lt;br /&gt;I dream of another you, one who would never.&lt;br /&gt;Never, leave me alone to pick up the pieces.                            Daddy to hold me, that's what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,why'd you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter to father, daughter to father!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you, but I still want to.&lt;br /&gt;Daughter to father, daughter to father!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the truth, did you ever love me?&lt;br /&gt;Cause these are, these are,&lt;br /&gt;the  confessions....!!! of a broken heart!&lt;br /&gt;Of a broken heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I ... I ... I ...&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter to father, daughter to father!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you, but I still want to.&lt;br /&gt;Daughter to father, daughter to father!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the truth, did you ever love me?&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever love me?&lt;br /&gt;These are the confessions of a broken heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh ... yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wait for the postman to bring me a letter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;(Lindsay Lohan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/9026439-7274520112074128738?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/7274520112074128738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=7274520112074128738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/7274520112074128738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/7274520112074128738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2010/12/confessions-of-broken-heart.html' title='Confessions of a Broken Heart'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-5566488930161297068</id><published>2010-07-30T11:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:11:21.085Z</updated><title type='text'>Longa Caminhada...estrada que parece interminável</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Por vezes sinto um aperto cá dentro. Algo que nem eu consigo explicar. Sinto-me perdido, tento procurar respostas e não as consigo encontrar. Sinto raiva porque a vida está ser tão injusta comigo. Há quem consegue ser feliz, porque não hei de conseguir eu? Afinal há gente que consegue com tão pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ando numa eterna busca pela felicidade mas estou a ver que está cada vez mais distante. Será que o defeito é meu? O que faço eu de tão errado? Não há ninguém perfeito e eu óbvio que não sou excepção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sei bem o que quero, então porque será que está tão complicado ser feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-5566488930161297068?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/5566488930161297068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=5566488930161297068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/5566488930161297068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/5566488930161297068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2010/07/por-vezes-sinto-um-aperto-ca-dentro.html' title='Longa Caminhada...estrada que parece interminável'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-1859168168600207989</id><published>2010-04-12T10:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:13:24.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Limbo No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por vezes surgem por aí músicas que parecendo que não dizem exactamente aquilo que somos, que sentimos, pelo que passamos. Em tempos achava (e de certo modo continuo a achar) que a música que melhor me descrevia era a "Don't Want to fight No More" daquela que  é e será sempre a minha diva, a Tina Turner,  mas eis que de repente dou por mim a ouvir esta música da Alanis Morissette e de facto não há melhor música que possa descrever-me do que esta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YmUx6vmbsuQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YmUx6vmbsuQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My house, my role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My friends, my man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My devotion to god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the more feels indefinite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothing's been clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothing's been in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothing's felt true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I've never had both feet in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothing's belonged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothing's been yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nowhere's been home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm ready to be limbo no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My taste, my peers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My identity, my affiliation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the more feels indefinite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothing's been clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothing's been in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothing's felt true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I've never had both feet in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothing's belonged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothing's been yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nowhere's been home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm ready to be limbo no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I sit with filled frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And my books and my dogs at my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My friends by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My past in a heap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thrown out most of my things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Only kept what I need to carve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Something consistent and notably me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tattoo on my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My teacher's in heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My house is a home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Something at last I can feel a part of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sense of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My purpose is clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My roots in the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Something at last I can feel a part of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Something aligned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To finally commit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Somewhere I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cuz I'm ready to be limbo no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My wisdom applied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A firm foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A vow to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cuz I'm ready to be limbo no more   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-1859168168600207989?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/1859168168600207989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=1859168168600207989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/1859168168600207989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/1859168168600207989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2010/04/limbo-no-more.html' title='Limbo No More'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-2470438043835697860</id><published>2010-03-06T00:29:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-03-06T00:45:34.012Z</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Believe You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quem já não passou por isto? De certeza que muitos de nós já. Amar alguém e não ser correspondido. Queremos acreditar que não é verdade, que tudo não passa de um sonho, mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1jQxJIAiadg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1jQxJIAiadg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don’t mind it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; I don’t mind at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; It’s like you’re the swing set &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; And I’m the kid that falls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; It’s like the way we fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; The times I’ve cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; We come to blows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; And every night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; The passion’s there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; So it’s got to be right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; No I don’t believe you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; When you say don’t come around here no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; I won’t remind you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; You said we wouldn’t be apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; No I don’t believe you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; When you say you don’t need me anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; So don’t pretend to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Not love me at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; I don’t mind it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; I still don’t mind at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; It’s like one of those bad dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; When you can’t wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; It’s like you’ve given up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; You’ve had enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; But I want more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; No I won't stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Because I just know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; You’ll come around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; No I don’t believe you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; When you say don’t come around here no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; I won’t remind you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; You said we wouldn’t be apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; No I don’t believe you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; When you say you don’t need me anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; So don’t pretend to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Not love me at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Just don’t stand there and watch me fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Because I, because I still don’t mind at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; It’s like the way we fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; The times I’ve cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; We come to blows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; And every night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; The passions there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; So it’s got to be right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; No I don’t believe you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; When you say don’t come around here no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; I won’t remind you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; You said we wouldn’t be apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; No I don’t believe you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; When you say you don’t need me anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; So don’t pretend to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Not love me at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; I don’t believe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(by Pink - FunHouse Album)&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/9026439-2470438043835697860?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/2470438043835697860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=2470438043835697860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/2470438043835697860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/2470438043835697860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-believe-you-by-pink.html' title='I Don&apos;t Believe You!'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-1385506270512932185</id><published>2010-02-17T16:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:12:28.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Somebody to Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still believe in Love...do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZg3ibOt964&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZg3ibOt964&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris France to Michigan&lt;br /&gt;London town and through Berlin&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe this place I’m in&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere and back again&lt;br /&gt;Porcelain and China Dolls&lt;br /&gt;Give me one and I’ve seen them all&lt;br /&gt;Got my back against the wall&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where I’ll be tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;But wait, now how long could this take?&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to find a man,&lt;br /&gt;When you’re gone before he wakes.&lt;br /&gt;They say it’s hard to achieve&lt;br /&gt;But can’t a girl believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there somebody who still believes in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know you’re out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There’s got to be somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I search around the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I can’t seem to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBIN THICKE:&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl, there you at&lt;br /&gt;Looking at me like a putty cat&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where that thing is at&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where your ring is at&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever did it quite like this&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever did it quite like you&lt;br /&gt;Do your hair, I bought you shoes&lt;br /&gt;We can hit the town like superstars do&lt;br /&gt;You lookin’ for love? Then let me show you love&lt;br /&gt;Give me the key to your heart&lt;br /&gt;I can give you what you want&lt;br /&gt;When you’re waiting for love&lt;br /&gt;And you’re lookin’ for someone&lt;br /&gt;I’mma turn this gossip girl into a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Is there somebody who still believes in love?&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re out there (I know you’re out there)&lt;br /&gt;There’s got to be somebody&lt;br /&gt;I search around the world&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t seem to find&lt;br /&gt;Somebody to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there somebody who still believes in love?&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re out there&lt;br /&gt;There’s got to be somebody&lt;br /&gt;I search around the world&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t seem to find&lt;br /&gt;Somebody to love&lt;br /&gt;Je t’adore, Je t’adore  (I love you, I love you)&lt;br /&gt;Make a move, do the thing&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, strike a pose&lt;br /&gt;Je t’adore, Je t’adore  (I love you, I love you)&lt;br /&gt;Make a move, do the thing&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, strike a pose&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I like it&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I need it&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I want it&lt;br /&gt;Hey Hey&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s hard to achieve&lt;br /&gt;But can’t a girl believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Is there somebody (Is there somebody?)&lt;br /&gt;who still believes in love? (Who still believes?)&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re out there (I know you’re out there)&lt;br /&gt;There’s got to be somebody&lt;br /&gt;I search around the world&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t seem to find&lt;br /&gt;Somebody to love&lt;br /&gt;Is there somebody who still believes in love? (who still believes)&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re out there (who still believes)&lt;br /&gt;There’s got to be somebody&lt;br /&gt;I search around the world&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t seem to find&lt;br /&gt;Somebody to love&lt;br /&gt;(You say hello, I say goodbye) x2&lt;br /&gt;Somebody to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-1385506270512932185?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/1385506270512932185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=1385506270512932185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/1385506270512932185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/1385506270512932185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2010/02/somebody-to-love.html' title='Somebody to Love'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-2292759615852959993</id><published>2010-02-16T22:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:25:50.797Z</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fui ver o filme ontem e devo de dizer que gostei. Não é aquele filme fantástico que nos deixa de boca aberta no final, pois não passa de uma comédia romântica mas não chega a ser lamechas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Aborda vários assuntos, como a homossexualidade e o problema em se assumir (o que acaba por condenar a relação) por ser figura pública; pais que estão fora por causa do exercito; amores de infância;  o problema da suposta primeira vez, se será especial ou não e claro o que não seria de nós se não houvesse traições pelo meio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Melhores amigos, que convivem no dia a dia, que conhecem os gostos de cada um mas que decidem seguir caminhos opostos e ao fim de alguns anos descobrem que o destino afinal estava a abrir caminho para que se pudessem juntar. A quem já aconteceu isso? Por certo, e acredito que a muitos já.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme, através de várias histórias interligadas, acaba por transmitir uma boa mensagem, que cedo ou tarde, o &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;AMOR É SEMPRE LINDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Para aqueles que são uns pobres coitados (lol) no que diz respeito a assuntos do coração (como eu) até que me soube bem ver o filme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Valentines-Day1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/Valentines-Day1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-2292759615852959993?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/2292759615852959993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=2292759615852959993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/2292759615852959993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/2292759615852959993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-3157064638081873900</id><published>2010-02-15T19:26:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:14:19.247Z</updated><title type='text'>Nem a propósito...LOL (FRASE DA SEMANA!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Os homens existem uns para os outros; logo, ou os ajudas a melhorar ou os suportas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cá acho que homens perfeitos...só mesmo em fotos. Não chateiam e não complicam e são mesmo muito fáceis de suportar hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s222.photobucket.com/albums/dd26/grnevy/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SexyMan13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PhilHunterreturns.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/PhilHunterreturns.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In foto: Phil Hunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&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/9026439-3157064638081873900?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/3157064638081873900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=3157064638081873900&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/3157064638081873900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/3157064638081873900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2010/02/nem-propositolol-frase-da-semana.html' title='Nem a propósito...LOL (FRASE DA SEMANA!)'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-4713819173897872769</id><published>2010-02-15T10:52:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:25:09.201Z</updated><title type='text'>É mesmo assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Parece ridiculo admitir, mas é mesmo assim. Parece que quando a vida nos corre bem ficamos sem palavras; nada nos vem à cabeça; é tudo um mar de nuvens, um céu estrelado e uma vida de sonhos, daí todo este silêncio estes meses todos. Quando tudo acaba parece que todas as memórias regressam ao nosso pensamento e temos páginas inteiras para poder escrever. Não devia de ser assim. Podiamos ser capazes de poder falar de tudo e não das coisas que nos deixam tristes. Devo de ser eu que sou assim, não sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enfim, a vida continua. Depois do dia, vem a noite ("Morning After Dark"), sempre de Cabeça erguida ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/25LBTSUEU0A&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/25LBTSUEU0A&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Go Timbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I be the same when it all goes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I be the same when it all goes down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Not the first one, open it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I be the last one closin it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Don’t know if I’ll give you a shot yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lil Mama I’m peepin your style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do I think you’re dope enough, yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;One way of findin it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The way you came at me, boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Don’t care, not afraid I’m like Wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Really want it from head to toe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Question if she gon let it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anyway the hour glass go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don’t worry anyhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Why don’t we see where it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Let’s figure it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When the cats come out the bats come out to playy Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the morning after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The dawn is here, be gone be on your wayy Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the morning after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When the cats come out the bats come out to playy Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the morning after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The dawn is here, be gone be on your wayy Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the morning after Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Owww, Oooohhh Owww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Come on SoShy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;[SoShy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I got a little secret for ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I never sleep when comes the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But everytime I smack my fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I switch back into the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;My moon belong to your sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Your fire is burning my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is it love or is it lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Something that I just can’t describe (ah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Am I the one and only (ah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cause you’re the only one (ah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It felt so long and lonely (ah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://www.elyricsworld.com/morning_after_dark_lyrics_timbaland_feat._soshy.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Waiting for you to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It’s lookin bright and early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I’m willing to close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;This is the unusual story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Timbo and SoShy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When the cats come out the bats come out to playy Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the morning after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The dawn is here, be gone be on your wayy Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the morning after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When the cats come out the bats come out to playy Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the morning after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The dawn is here, be gone be on your wayy Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the morning after Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Heyy, Heyy, (ay) Heyy, Timbo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;You talk about takin it slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I’m talkin about takin it Wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Don’t wanna be too up front no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Baby you know it’s my style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I’m talkin about lightin it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;You talkin about dimmin it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Don’t think about lettin it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But I’ve never seen no king that bows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yes I’m the one and only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;You know I see right through ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I get it your magnetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;So you draw me right to ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Maybe I give you a shot yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Maybe you deserve the crown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Won’t give you a treasure map yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cause you’ll figure it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When the cats come out the bats come out to playy Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the morning after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The dawn is here, be gone be on your wayy Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the morning after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When the cats come out the bats come out to playy Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the morning after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ringtonesmp3lyrics.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The dawn is here, be gone be on your wayy Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the morning after Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dark dark dark dark dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the morning after dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dark dark dark dark dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the morning after dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Please don’t leave me girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the morning after dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Please don’t leave me girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Please don’t leave me girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When the cats come out the bats come out to playy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When the cats come out the bats come out to playy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Play play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The dawn is here be on your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When the cats come out the bats come out to playy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Play play play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The dawn is here be on your way (way way way way…)&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/9026439-4713819173897872769?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/4713819173897872769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=4713819173897872769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/4713819173897872769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/4713819173897872769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-mesmo-assim.html' title='É mesmo assim...'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-2240981730212763503</id><published>2009-09-10T20:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:15:39.830Z</updated><title type='text'>Lunatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faz todo o sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you follow me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I think you're losing your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Throw down your sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Come out of your chamber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You should throw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Throw down your sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Come out of your chamber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Lunatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Wanna play with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Wanna stay with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I think you're losing your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Throw down your sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Come out of your chamber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You should throw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Throw down your sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Come out of your chamber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Lunatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; There's no where you can hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No, there's no where you can hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Dolores O'Riordan - Lunatic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCP_SkG4TYw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCP_SkG4TYw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-2240981730212763503?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/2240981730212763503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=2240981730212763503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/2240981730212763503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/2240981730212763503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2009/09/lunatic.html' title='Lunatic'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-762643235479704652</id><published>2009-08-08T23:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:17:56.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebirth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peço desculpa a quem lê o meu blog. De facto tem estado algo parado mas posso dizer que a minha vida tem estado tudo menos monótona. O trabalho ocupa grande parte do meu tempo mas nem por isso deixo de me divertir ou estar com quem eu quero.  Como qualquer episódio de uma grande novela (dramática e nada alegre diria eu), conheci pessoas que me disseram coisas que qualquer ser humano gosta de ouvir, prometeram-me mundos e fundos e acabei sem nada a não ser um coração partido, mas a vida é mesmo assim. Uma coisa é certa, quem cai, facilmente se levanta e foi isso que aconteceu comigo. Posso dizer que mais uma vez, tal qual uma Fenix, renasci e cá estou eu pronto de novo :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fenix2008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/fenix2008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-762643235479704652?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/762643235479704652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=762643235479704652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/762643235479704652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/762643235479704652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2009/08/rebirth.html' title='Rebirth'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-8893255168184166195</id><published>2009-04-15T05:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T05:49:50.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You Could be Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esta é a música que mais tenho ouvido nestes últimos dias. Simplesmente adoro. Mexe bem cá dentro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You could be happy and I won't know&lt;br /&gt;But you weren't happy the day I watched you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that I wished I had not said&lt;br /&gt;Are played in loops 'till it's madness in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late to remind you how we were&lt;br /&gt;But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of what I remember makes me sure&lt;br /&gt;I should have stopped you from walking out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be happy, I hope you are&lt;br /&gt;You made me happier than I'd been by far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow everything I own smells of you&lt;br /&gt;And for the tiniest moment it's all not true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the things that you always wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything I want to see you, girl&lt;br /&gt;Take a glorious bite out of the whole world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(By Snow Patrol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Aqui vai um video com a música usando imagens da série Smallville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I3h6XMMGXDk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I3h6XMMGXDk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-8893255168184166195?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/8893255168184166195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=8893255168184166195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/8893255168184166195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/8893255168184166195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-could-be-happy.html' title='You Could be Happy'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-322262706392294992</id><published>2009-04-15T02:24:00.021+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T04:00:24.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arca de Noé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(54, 96, 146);font-size:10;" &gt;O pica pau talvez tenha de ir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;The Woodpecker Might have to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=c116a0c67c&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12085d912ce7cdb7&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="550" height="413" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(54, 96, 146);"&gt;Tudo quanto preciso saber sobre a vida, aprendi da Arca de Noé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(54, 96, 146);"&gt;1 - Não percas o barco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(54, 96, 146);"&gt;2 - Lembra-te que todos nos encontramos no mesmo barco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(54, 96, 146);"&gt;3 - Projecta com antecedência.  Não estava a chover quando Noé construiu a Arca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(54, 96, 146);"&gt;4 - Mantem-te em forma quando chegares aos 600 anos de idade, alguém poderá pedir-te que faças algo importante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(54, 96, 146);"&gt;5 - Não dês ouvido às críticas; continua com a tarefa que necessita de ser feita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(54, 96, 146);"&gt;6 - Constroi o teu futuro em terreno elevado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(54, 96, 146);"&gt;7 - Por segurança viaja em pares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(54, 96, 146);"&gt;8 - A velocidade nem sempre é uma vantagem.  Os caracóis estavam na Arca com as chitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(54, 96, 146);"&gt;9 - Quando estiveres sob stress, flutua um pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(54, 96, 146);"&gt;10 - Lembra-te que a Arca foi construida por amadores; O Titanic por profissionais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;Everything I need to know about life, I learned from Noah's Ark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;: Don't miss the boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;: Remember that we are all in the same boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;: Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div face="verdana"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;: Stay fit When you're 600 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;: Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div face="verdana"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;: Build your future on high ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div face="verdana"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;: For safety's sake, travel in pairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Eight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;: Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Nine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;: When you're stressed, float a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(fonte anónima)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-322262706392294992?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/322262706392294992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=322262706392294992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/322262706392294992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/322262706392294992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-pica-pau-talvez-nao-possa-embarcar.html' title='Arca de Noé'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-5424643549579080979</id><published>2009-03-15T23:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:45:50.764Z</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente...EU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois de alguns momentos menos felizes na minha vida, prometi a mim mesmo que não vou mudar por ninguém, vou tentar não sofrer por ninguém e vou fazer aquilo que sei fazer melhor...ser simplesmente EU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quem quiser...eu estou aqui...quem não quiser...paciência!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vou viver a minha vida como sempre a mereci viver...com um sorriso nos lábios. Pelo menos, é assim que eu vejo a minha vida neste momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Roger1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/Roger1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Eu - Março '09)&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/9026439-5424643549579080979?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/5424643549579080979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=5424643549579080979&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/5424643549579080979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/5424643549579080979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2009/03/simplesmenteeu.html' title='Simplesmente...EU!'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-702307493764329655</id><published>2009-03-09T14:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-04-15T03:58:11.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeline</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todos temos uma linha da vida, traçada ou não, todos a temos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hang on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Every day is a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; We all mark a fine line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Between the Earth and sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Hang on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; We're all facing a deadline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; But sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; The sun will shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Hang on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; We all stand in a long line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Seeking answers we never find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Lost at the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Hang on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Don't let go of the lifeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; The lifeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Your hand is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Hang on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Take a stand at the frontline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Don't give up in the meantime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Keep reaching for the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música extraida do espectáculo Delirium @ Cirque du Soleil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-NMBVI15oE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-NMBVI15oE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-702307493764329655?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/702307493764329655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=702307493764329655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/702307493764329655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/702307493764329655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2009/03/lifeline.html' title='Lifeline'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-2407560436177238928</id><published>2009-03-04T13:29:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:32:05.469Z</updated><title type='text'>Distant Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hoje estou num daqueles dias em que as palavras simplesmente não me saiem. Tenho a cabeça a mil. Sinto-me perdido e dou por mim a ouvir esta música vezes e vezes sem conta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ainda agora te foste embora e já sinto saudades tuas. Dos nossos jantares, das nossas idas ao cinema. Serás sempre a minha "mana açoreana". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cada vez mais me sinto sozinho. Aquelas pessoas que sempre foram especiais, por razões várias tiveram de se ir embora daqui. Foram-se embora os ombros amigos que tanto me ajudaram em momentos de tristeza e os senhores da razão que quando me tinham que dar na cabeça eram os primeiros a fazê-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3OCfsSoFao&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3OCfsSoFao&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;Although you think I cope,&lt;br /&gt;my head is filled with hope...&lt;br /&gt;of some place other than here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you think I smile,&lt;br /&gt;inside all the while...&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering about my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about,&lt;br /&gt;all the things,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to do in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer,&lt;br /&gt;a distant dreamer,&lt;br /&gt;dreaming for hope, from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you see me frown,&lt;br /&gt;my heart won't let me down,&lt;br /&gt;because I know there's better things to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when life gets tough,&lt;br /&gt;I feel I've had enough,&lt;br /&gt;I hold on to a distant star,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about,&lt;br /&gt;all the things,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to do in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer,&lt;br /&gt;A distant dreamer,&lt;br /&gt;dreaming for hope from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer,&lt;br /&gt;A distant dreamer,&lt;br /&gt;dreaming for hope from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer,&lt;br /&gt;a distant dreamer,&lt;br /&gt;dreaming for hope from today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i'm a dreamer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(by Duffy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dreaming-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/dreaming-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-2407560436177238928?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/2407560436177238928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=2407560436177238928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/2407560436177238928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/2407560436177238928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2009/03/distant-dreamer.html' title='Distant Dreamer'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-2553033515047448369</id><published>2009-03-01T23:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:12:24.696Z</updated><title type='text'>Frase da Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje durante a tarde encontrei a minha primita (adoro-te e tenho saudades tuas também). Estivemos a falar durante bastante tempo e ela disse-me uma coisa que é bastante verdade. Obrigado por partilhares isto comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ser forte não é ser como as ondas que destroem, mas sim como as rochas que a tudo resistem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/sea%20waves%20rocks" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq86/KazakhMedic/Cape%20Town%20visit%20-%202008/CIMG0921.jpg" border="0" alt="Waves breaking on the rocks in Sea Point Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-2553033515047448369?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/2553033515047448369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=2553033515047448369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/2553033515047448369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/2553033515047448369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2009/03/frase-da-semana.html' title='Frase da Semana'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq86/KazakhMedic/Cape%20Town%20visit%20-%202008/th_CIMG0921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-2914300273120185310</id><published>2009-03-01T22:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:07:33.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tal como um amigo me disse, e partilho completamente da sua opinião, por vezes sinto que o meu corpo fala por mim, que age quase como que por impulso a certas reacções ou situações. Não o consigo controlar...é mais forte do que eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por vezes achamos que certas situações não estão correctas. Que não deviam de acontecer. Pensamos nisso, fazemos por não acontecer mas basta um toque, basta uma palavra mais meiga, basta um olhar e é como se tudo à nossa volta derretesse. O coração, ou o que sentimos no nosso intimo acaba sempre por levar a melhor e acaba sempre falando mais alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Como sinto por vezes falta daquele abraço, do calor do corpo...enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s154.photobucket.com/albums/s280/ryananthony2006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gaylove.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s280/ryananthony2006/gaylove.jpg" border="0" alt="gay love" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-2914300273120185310?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/2914300273120185310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=2914300273120185310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/2914300273120185310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/2914300273120185310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2009/03/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo...'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-4505867180262941246</id><published>2009-02-28T11:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:57:59.019Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=quiet_time_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/quiet_time_1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-4505867180262941246?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/4505867180262941246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=4505867180262941246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/4505867180262941246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/4505867180262941246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2009/02/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento...'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-3309707570724351978</id><published>2009-02-28T00:00:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:54:29.620Z</updated><title type='text'>Time Goes By...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desde os meus 22 anos que muita coisa se passou na minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Já me apaixonei, já se apaixonaram por mim, já fui magoado, já magoei alguém. Já chorei por amor, já chorei de alegria e tenho noção que já choraram por minha causa. Sou ser humano e não posso mudar essa condição. Sou e serei sempre um ser imperfeito que aprenderá ao longo da vida coisas novas. Como se costuma dizer...a vida é sempre uma sala de aula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fiz muitos amigos por este mundo fora, alguns dos quais ainda fazem parte da minha vida e que, cada um à sua maneira se tornaram especiais. Também fiz inimigos mas pronto, isso já é outra história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nunca fui pessoa de conseguir controlar muito o meu coração. Sempre foi ele que decidiu muitas das etapas na minha vida. Por vezes sinto que até ele por vezes é meu inimigo porque me sinto sem forças de o controlar. Há quem diga que a razão é mais forte que o que sentimos cá dentro. Será que tem de ser sempre assim? Por vezes gostava de poder ser mas racional que sensível mas não consigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há quem consiga por a razão à frente do coração...eu n consigo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tenho muito ainda que caminhar mas gostava que no chão, juntamente com as minhas pegadas...(acho que entendem onde quero chegar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enfim, só me posso perguntar...o que ainda me reserva esta vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou propriamente novo mas sei bem o que quero. Sei bem o que espero. Sei que ainda tenho muito para dar de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A única certeza que tenho é que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o tempo voa e este não volta atrás por muito que a gente queira.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2096997304_5effa55484.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2096997304_5effa55484.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/2096997304_5effa55484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why is it so hard to fall in love?..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-3309707570724351978?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/3309707570724351978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=3309707570724351978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/3309707570724351978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/3309707570724351978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-goes-by.html' title='Time Goes By...'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-2080829173660775126</id><published>2009-02-24T14:24:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:18:01.027Z</updated><title type='text'>O verdadeiro significado do AMOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O amor nunca faz reclamações; dá sempre. O amor tolera; jamais se irrita e nunca exerce vingança".(Mahatma Gandhi).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=moonlight_33796.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/moonlight_33796.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Para mim, o verdadeiro amor é quase uma droga. Viciante, mas benéfico enquanto resulta, veneno terrível quando acaba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;É uma força da natureza. Tempestuoso qual mar revolto, mas ao mesmo tempo sereno como as calmas tardes duma primavera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Há várias formas de amar. O amor de mãe, o amor de pai e o amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Quando invadidos por esse sentimento, é como se regressassemos à nossa infância.Tudo parece magia, tudo à nossa volta flutua e só temos o céu como horizonte. Tudo nos parece um sonho do qual não queremos acordar. Sentimo-nos vulneráveis, mas protegidos, cuidados e acarinhados, e queremos estar sempre nos braços daquela pessoa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cada espaço vazio, cada lacuna na nossa vida é preenchido e faz com que qualquer tentativa de infidelidade seja vã. Impedirá qualquer tipo de mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Uma música, um lugar tornar-se-á especial quando partilhados em conjunto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que é o amor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor não é algo que te faz sair do chão e te transporta para lugares que nunca tenha visto.O nome disso é avião. O amor é outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que esconde dentro de vc e não mostra para ninguém.Isso se chama vibrador tailandês de três velocidades. O amor é outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que te faz perder a respiração e a fala.O nome disso é bronquite asmática. O amor é outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que chega de repente e te transforma em refém.Isso se chama seqüestrador. O amor é outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que voa alto no céu e deixa sua marca por onde passa.Isso se chama pombo com caganeira. O amor é outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que você pode prender ou botar pra fora de casa quando bem entender.Isso se chama cachorro. O amor é outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que lançou uma luz sobre você, te levou pra ver estrelas e te trouxe de volta com algo dele dentro de ti.Isso se chama alienígena. O amor é outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é uma coisa que desapareceu e que, se encontrado, poderia mudar o que está diante de você.Isso se chama controle remoto de TV. O amor é outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;“O amor é simplesmente… o amor.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(autor anónimo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=oqueoamor.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-2080829173660775126?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/2080829173660775126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=2080829173660775126&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/2080829173660775126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/2080829173660775126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-verdadeiro-significado-do-amor.html' title='O verdadeiro significado do AMOR...'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-6543232981141267549</id><published>2009-02-20T14:27:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:36:59.722Z</updated><title type='text'>Place to Hide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Chegamos a uma parte da nossa vida em que deixamos de acreditar nos contos de fadas e no verdadeiro sentimento do que é ser feliz. Tudo na nossa vida passa a ser banal, vulgar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nunca imaginei que uma noite de convivio entre amigos pudesse acabar como acabou. Terá sido o destino? Sinceramente não sei. É algo em que deixei de acreditar com o tempo. Só sei que me sinto nas nuvens e de lá não quero descer. Caiste do céu como se de um anjo se tratasse e mudaste a minha vida quase de um dia para outro. Não há minuto em que não pense em ti. Se tenho medo? Tenho, mas não quero saber. Fazes-me bem e é isso que importa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;If you're lonely anytime&lt;br /&gt;You can talk to me&lt;br /&gt;When you have trouble on your mind&lt;br /&gt;I will always be&lt;br /&gt;Here to shield you from it all&lt;br /&gt;The best way that I can&lt;br /&gt;Anything you want from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me day&lt;br /&gt;Call me night&lt;br /&gt;Call me anytime you need someone to hold you&lt;br /&gt;The tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Will be gone, they will dry&lt;br /&gt;And if you still find that you can't face the world outside&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your place to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could always lie to you&lt;br /&gt;If that's what you need&lt;br /&gt;Tell you life is never cruel&lt;br /&gt;And people never leave&lt;br /&gt;But love is not always kind&lt;br /&gt;And hearts break all the time&lt;br /&gt;And even if I'm far from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me day&lt;br /&gt;Call me night&lt;br /&gt;Call me anytime you need someone to hold you&lt;br /&gt;The tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Will be gone, they will dry&lt;br /&gt;And if you still find that you can't face the world outside&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your place to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little corner of the world is what I give to you&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere you can find some peace and understanding&lt;br /&gt;Life can be so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me day&lt;br /&gt;Call me night&lt;br /&gt;Call me anytime you need someone to hold you&lt;br /&gt;The tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Will be gone, they will dry&lt;br /&gt;And if you still find that you can't face the world outside&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your place to hide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(by Lucie Silvas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;É assim que me sinto bem contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hug_a_cat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/hug_a_cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&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/9026439-6543232981141267549?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/6543232981141267549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=6543232981141267549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/6543232981141267549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/6543232981141267549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2009/02/place-to-hide.html' title='Place to Hide'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-4821131271120764466</id><published>2009-02-18T22:19:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:55:34.415Z</updated><title type='text'>Para ti...Eu sei que um dia vais ler isto :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Clandestino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a noite vinha fria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;negras sombras a rondavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;era meia-noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e o meu amor tardava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a nossa casa, a nossa vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;foi de novo revirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;à meia-noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o meu amor não estava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ai, eu não sei aonde ele estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e à nossa casa voltará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;foi esse o nosso compromisso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e acaso nos tocar o azaro combinado é não esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que o nosso amor é clandestino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;com o bebé, escondida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quis lá eu saber, esperei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;era meia-noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e o meu amor tardava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e arranhada pelas silvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sei lá eu o que desejei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;não voltar nunca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;amantes, outra casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e quando ele por fim chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;trazia flores que apanhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e um brinquedo pró menino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e quando a guarda apontou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fui eu quem o abraçou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o nosso amor é clandestino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(de Deolinda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Acredita que também eu me sinto assim...que o nosso amor seja então clandestino.&lt;/span&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Como te disse...&lt;strong&gt;EU QUERO SER TEU...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Love__Beach__Sunset__by_danicafaye-.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/Love__Beach__Sunset__by_danicafaye-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-4821131271120764466?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/4821131271120764466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=4821131271120764466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/4821131271120764466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/4821131271120764466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2009/02/para-tieu-sei-que-um-dia-vais-ler-isto.html' title='Para ti...Eu sei que um dia vais ler isto :)'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-1944659754323864712</id><published>2009-02-07T22:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T02:56:35.728Z</updated><title type='text'>Ano Novo, Vida Nova?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Após completar há pouco mais de um mês o meu 32º aniversário, pus-me a pensar em tudo o que ganhei e em tudo o que eu perdi ao longo da minha vida. Passei bons momentos, mas também passei maus momentos. Ri-me até ficar sem fôlego como também já chorei até não conseguir mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não me considero uma má pessoa mas estou longe, MUITO longe de alguma vez ser perfeito. Por vezes pergunto-me o que esta vida ainda me reserva. Serei eu realmente alguma vez feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No inicio de cada ano temos sempre o hábito de traçar os nossos objectivos. Valerá a pena? Quanto mais penso nisso, mais acho que não faz sentido. Os americanos falam muito nos "New Year Resolutions". Eu sinceramente, deixei-me disso. Cada vez que tento traçar uma meta na minha vida mais longe parece que estou de atingir esse fim. Sendo assim...deixei de pensar em traçar qualquer tipo de objectivo e ir navegando ao sabor das marés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-1944659754323864712?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/1944659754323864712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=1944659754323864712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/1944659754323864712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/1944659754323864712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2009/02/ano-novo-vida-nova.html' title='Ano Novo, Vida Nova?'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-7806010494513586164</id><published>2008-11-07T12:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:10:42.303Z</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere out there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Para aquela pessoa que pensa em mim...mas que eu ainda não encontrei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;To that someone that thinks of me ...but that I haven't found yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/stars.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the pale moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Someones thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;And loving me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Someones saying a prayer&lt;br /&gt;That we'll find one another&lt;br /&gt;In that big somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I know&lt;br /&gt;How very far apart we are&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we might be wishing&lt;br /&gt;On the same bright star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the night wind&lt;br /&gt;Starts to sing a lonesome lullaby&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we're sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the same big sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;If love can see us through&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Out where dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I know&lt;br /&gt;How very far apart we are&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we might be wishing&lt;br /&gt;on the same bright star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the night wind&lt;br /&gt;Starts to sing a lonesome lullaby&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we're sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the same big sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;If love can see us through&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Out where dreams come true...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Fievel - An American Tail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGPIT83aZgo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGPIT83aZgo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-7806010494513586164?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/7806010494513586164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=7806010494513586164&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/7806010494513586164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/7806010494513586164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2008/11/somewhere-out-there.html' title='Somewhere out there...'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-9138516806076307993</id><published>2008-11-05T19:32:00.021Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:38:18.131Z</updated><title type='text'>IN MEMORIAM - R.I.P João </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje deram-me uma noticia que me abalou e me deixou em baixo. São daquelas noticias que nunca queremos sequer saber, ler ou ouvir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pessoa que sempre considerei como meu melhor amigo (apesar do distânciamento / afastamento causado por motivos profissionais nunca me esqueci dele) faleceu vitima de cancro na cabeça com apenas 31 anos, no passado mês de Setembro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que pu** de doença maldita! :-(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tantas coisas ficaram por dizer. Sempre esteve presente nas minhas conversas com amigos porque foi uma pessoa que marcou e muito a minha vida. Quantas recordações me traz aquela nossa noite de S.João. Hoje ponho-me a pensar o que seria de mim se nada tivesse acontecido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque ficam cá as pessoas malditas e as pessoas com bom coração são logo as primeiras pessoas a ir? Que raiva que sinto neste momento. Ele não merecia! :-(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ti....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irás sempre fazer parte da minha vida. As saudades que sinto são muitas. Quantas vezes pensei em ti ao longo destes anos. Tentei entrar em contacto contigo mas sem sucesso. Queria saber de ti; Como te corria a vida, dizer que sentia saudades de estar contigo e de te ver, saber se estarias bem. Revolta-me saber que já sofrias e não pude nunca acompanhar-te. Assumiste um papel muito importante no meu desenvolvimento como pessoa. Acredito plenamente que se as coisas não tivessem acontecido como aconteceram, não seria a pessoa que sou hoje. Estarás sempre no meu coração, nunca te esquecerei...Obrigado porque FAZES parte da minha vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O céu ganhou mais um anjo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descansa em paz...que Deus te abençõe. Um dia, estou certo que nos voltaremos a reunir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;Dedico-te estas canções...que a vida te esteja a sorrir aí no céu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jesus to a Child&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0egWXAPGVOo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0egWXAPGVOo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/enter&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;In the Arms of an Angel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j42ApkIIdNc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j42ApkIIdNc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ANGELS1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/ANGELS1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-9138516806076307993?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/9138516806076307993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=9138516806076307993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/9138516806076307993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/9138516806076307993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2008/11/rip-joo.html' title='IN MEMORIAM - R.I.P João '/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-6194472033423261659</id><published>2008-10-21T02:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T04:03:21.055+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um novo EU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De há um tempo para cá, depois da relação falhada (mais uma lol) e me ponho a pensar nas coisas que abdiquei, nos problemas que se surgiram, chego à conclusão que até estou de momento bem assim solteiro. Sei como sou, conheço-me bem...afinal são quase 32 anos a aturar-me diariamente lol. Com tudo o que se passou nos últimos meses até o meu trabalho estava a sofrer com isso. Não estava a conseguir dar o melhor de mim e eu sabia que podia muito mais. Decidi após uma conversa com a minha chefe dizer basta e desde então que me tenho dedicado a sério ao trabalho e sinceramente...sinto-me bem. Faço aquilo para o qual estudei e que gosto. Posso não ganhar muito mas faço um pouco as coisas por amor à camisola.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho tudo para dar a quem me quiser (e eu quiser também como é obvio :-)) mas não posso nem vou nunca prejudicar o meu trabalho à custa disso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Digamos que um novo eu está a surgir, a pouco e pouco é certo mas eu mesmo sinto a diferença. Tenho tentado compensar o tempo que no fundo perdi. Retomei velhas amizades com quem já não falava há muito tempo. Pessoas com quem tinha uma amizade de anos, alguns até do tempo de escola (sim esta é para vocês Elsa (btw...adorei o nosso reencontro no MarShopping. FOI LINDO!), Rui e Hugo). Tenho conhecido gente nova, gente simpática e sinto-me muito mas muito feliz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando tinha os meus 18 anos vivia enclausurado num quase casulo e não me dava ao trabalho sequer de sair e conhecer pessoas. Era preciso a minha mãe quase convencer-me a sair, nem que fosse com a minha irmã. Agora com 31 sinto-me muito bem com todas as mudanças que sofri ao longo do tempo (também mal de mim se ao fim deste tempo todo continuava o mesmo rapaz timido e sem sal de há 14 anos atras).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S - Elsa, olha que não me esqueçi da T-Shirt! :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um Novo Eu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=EUMIX.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/EUMIX.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-6194472033423261659?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/6194472033423261659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=6194472033423261659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/6194472033423261659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/6194472033423261659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-novo-eu.html' title='Um novo EU'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-5104439877150561444</id><published>2008-10-13T09:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:02:14.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Porque este blog não se trata mais nem menos de uma pequena parte de mim...dum pequeno diário se quiserem chamar-lhe como tal. Aqui ponho os meus gostos, desilusões. Um pouco de tudo que tenha a ver comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Esta semana dei por mim a ouvir muito duas músicas cujo video eu ponho em baixo. Já as tinha ouvido há algum tempo. A primeira tocava muito na introdução duns pequenos videos de apresentação às músicas do festival Eurovisão deste ano num site que infelizmente não me lembro o nome, a segunda sempre me despertou muita curiosidade mas nunca consegui encontrar a música pois não sabia o seu nome. Com isto até posso dizer que foi uma semana proveitosa em termos músicais :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ida Corr vs Fedde le Grand - Let me think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/19WUwZYM7bM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/19WUwZYM7bM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camille Jones vs Fedde le Grand - The Creeps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBBdt3NWHHM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBBdt3NWHHM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-5104439877150561444?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/5104439877150561444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=5104439877150561444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/5104439877150561444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/5104439877150561444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2008/10/msicas.html' title='Músicas'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-2393865400686464583</id><published>2008-10-13T02:39:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:35:35.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frasco de Maionese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Uma amiga mandou-me o que vão ler de seguida para o meu mail. No inicio pensei que se tratava de uma anedota mas depois vim a constatar que não. Ora leiam. Concordo em pleno com o que está escrito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Obrigado Angela ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Um professor diante da sua turma de filosofia, sem dizer uma palavra pegou num frasco grande e vazio de maionese e começou a enchê-lo com bolas de golfe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;A seguir perguntou aos estudantes se o frasco estava cheio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Todos estiveram de acordo em dizer que 'sim'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;O professor tomou então uma caixa de fósforos e a vazou dentro do frasco de maionese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Os fósforos preencheram os espaços vazios entre as bolas de golfe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;O professor voltou a perguntar aos alunos se o frasco estava cheio, e eles voltaram a responder que 'Sim'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Logo, o professor pegou uma caixa de areia e a vazou dentro do frasco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Obviamente que a areia encheu todos os espaços vazios e o professor questionou novamente se o frasco estava cheio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Os alunos responderam-lhe com um 'Sim' retumbante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;O professor em seguida adicionou duas chavenas de café ao conteúdo do frasco e preencheu todos os espaços vazios entre a areia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Os estudantes riram-se nesta ocasião. Quando os risos terminaram, o professor comentou: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;'Quero que percebam que este frasco é a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;As bolas de golfe são as coisas importantes, a família, os filhos, a saúde, a alegria, os amigos, as coisas que vos apaixonam. São coisas que mesmo que perdêssemos tudo o resto, a nossa vida ainda estaria cheia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Os fósforos são outras coisas importantes, como o trabalho, a casa, o carro etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;A areia é tudo o resto, as pequenas coisas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;'Se primeiro colocamos a areia no frasco, não havera espaço para os fósforos, nem para as bolas de golfe. O mesmo ocorre com a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Se gastamos todo o nosso tempo e energia nas coisas pequenas, nunca teremos lugar para as coisas que realmente são importantes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Presta atenção às coisas que realmente importam.Estabelece as tuas prioridades, e o resto é só areia.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Um dos estudantes levantou a mão e perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;- Então e o que  representa o café? O professor sorriu e disse: ' Ainda bem que perguntas! Isso é só para lhes mostrar que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; por mais ocupada que a vossa vida possa parecer, sempre ha lugar para tomar um café com um amigo'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 10px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);   font-weight: normal;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   font-style: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amizade.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/amizade.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-2393865400686464583?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/2393865400686464583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=2393865400686464583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/2393865400686464583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/2393865400686464583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2008/10/frasco-de-maionese.html' title='Frasco de Maionese'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-844141118518132545</id><published>2008-10-09T01:26:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T04:46:00.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Belong to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é aquela canção que um dia gostava de cantar ao ouvido daquela pessoa especial...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A letra diz-me mesmo muito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the one song I would love to whisper to that special person in my life...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I identify myself a lot to the lyrics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m3KqZHq3cv8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m3KqZHq3cv8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Adesso no, non voglio più difendermi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Supererò dentro di me gli ostacoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miei momenti più difficili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Per te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is no reason, there is no rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's crystal clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hear your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And all the darkness disappears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everytime I look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You make me love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Questo inverno finirà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I do truly love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fuori e dentro me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How you make me love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Con le sue diffcoltà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I do truly love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I belong to you, you belong to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I thought that you should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And your the wind that's underneath my wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I belong to you, you belong to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ho camminato su pensieri ripidi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're my fantasy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Per solitudini e deserti aridi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're my gentle breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Al ritmo della tua passione ora io vivrò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I'll never let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;L'amore attraverserò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're the piece that makes me whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Le onde dei suoi attimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can feel you in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Profondi come oceani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vincerò per te le paure che io sento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quanto bruciano dentro le parole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;che non ho più detto, sai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby I want u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I thought that you should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lampi nel silenzio siamo noi yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I belong to you, you belong to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're the wind that's underneath my wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I belong to you, you belong to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah hey yeah he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Adesso io ti sento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will belong forever to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-844141118518132545?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/844141118518132545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=844141118518132545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/844141118518132545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/844141118518132545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-belong-to-you.html' title='I Belong to You'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-3552247122836657918</id><published>2008-10-07T20:56:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T04:46:19.462+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias de um momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como o fiz no passado, tentei novamente dar asas à minha veia poetica lol. O resultado, espero que gostem. Tem um pouco a ver com a situação que vivo no momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tenho o coração cravado de espinhos&lt;br /&gt;quando antes o tinha envolto em linhos&lt;br /&gt;ando perdido sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;tudo se desfez em fumo&lt;br /&gt;neste mundo meio mudo&lt;br /&gt;fui capaz de tudo&lt;br /&gt;por um momento de alegria&lt;br /&gt;à espera de magia&lt;br /&gt;por vezes sinto-me forte&lt;br /&gt;por vezes perco o norte&lt;br /&gt;mas sei que aguento&lt;br /&gt;neste momento de tormento&lt;br /&gt;Não deixarei de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;não deixarei de amar&lt;br /&gt;e vou acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que vou voltar a apaixonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;(By R. CapricornKing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=a_Ken_Watanabe_Sunset_in_MEMORIES_O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/a_Ken_Watanabe_Sunset_in_MEMORIES_O.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-3552247122836657918?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/3552247122836657918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=3552247122836657918&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/3552247122836657918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/3552247122836657918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2008/10/memrias-de-um-momento.html' title='Memórias de um momento'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-8495750975328138402</id><published>2008-10-07T02:00:00.056+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:02:48.827+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's the ONLY Drug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Já há algum tempo que conheço esta música e gosto bastante dela não só pelo ritmo mas também pela próprio título . Devo dizer que melhor droga que essa não há :-). Os suores frios, o nervoso miudinho, o coração a bater com intensidade, a cabeça sempre na lua a pensar na pessoa que mesmo não estando ao nosso lado, está sempre na nossa cabeça. Quem nunca passou por isto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sei que sou um romântico mas ainda bem que assim sou e esta há de ser sempre aquela droga pela qual hei de lutar a vida toda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AA-SW116.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/AA-SW116.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QNRI3uLE9hA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QNRI3uLE9hA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(17,17,17); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1pxfont-family:'trebuchet ms';" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(17,17,17); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1pxfont-family:'trebuchet ms';" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;center style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-size:12;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LoveDrug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/LoveDrug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:14;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/9026439-8495750975328138402?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/8495750975328138402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=8495750975328138402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/8495750975328138402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/8495750975328138402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2008/10/loves-only-drug.html' title='Love&apos;s the ONLY Drug'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-7711575881186419900</id><published>2008-10-06T01:38:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:33:59.095+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há dias estava aqui sozinho no quarto a ouvir música e a pensar na minha vida, coisa que faço até com bastante regularidade e há uma música em particular que me toca muito "Only Hope" (a letra está no meu blog numa data mais antiga) e que faz parte da banda sonora do filme A Walk to Remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=A_Walk_To_Remember_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/A_Walk_To_Remember_Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinopse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Em Beaufort, Carolina do Norte, uma partida a um jovem estudante corre mal e coloca o rapaz no Hospital. Landon Carter , um rapaz popular e sem grandes aspirações para o seu futuro é acusado pelo sucedido e é dado como responsável pela situação e é forçado a participar na peça escolar e em actividades pós escolares. Também participam nessas actividades a filha do pastor local, Jamie Sullivan, que tem grandes ambições para si. Nada comparado com Landon. Quando Landon decide levar as suas actividades mais a sério ele pede ajuda a Jamie e começa a passar a maior parte do seu tempo e com isso começa a gostar daquela menina inocente gozada por muitos, incluindo ele. Com o tempo eles aprendem a conviver um com o outro e acabam por assumir uma relação muito contra os amigos de Landon e o pai de Jamie. Quando um segredo bem guardado por Jamie durante dois anos (um problema grave de saúde) põe em prova a sua relação, é quando surge a maior prova de amor que alguém pode dar. É a partir desse momento que ambos descobrem o verdadeiro significado da palavra AMAR e DESTINO."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resumindo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;QUANDO SE AMA...NÃO HÁ BARREIRAS POSSÍVEIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (As barreiras quando existem somos nós que as fazemos muitas vezes por juizos de valor sem fundamento ou falta de luta de uma ou ambas as partes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Only Hope"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8f8RHWMPyY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8f8RHWMPyY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Cry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lAZA0P7YL8k&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lAZA0P7YL8k&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-7711575881186419900?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/7711575881186419900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=7711575881186419900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/7711575881186419900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/7711575881186419900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2008/10/walk-to-remember.html' title='A Walk to Remember'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-3393922673649076467</id><published>2008-10-04T04:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:34:19.639+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Automatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Porque nem tudo tem de ser triste...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um miminho para os meninos...e para as meninas ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regalem lá a vista um "cadinho" hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RhVqUMdBnLE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RhVqUMdBnLE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-3393922673649076467?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/3393922673649076467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=3393922673649076467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/3393922673649076467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/3393922673649076467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2008/10/automatic.html' title='Automatic'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-3604327304030509028</id><published>2008-10-04T02:47:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:34:39.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sozinho ou não?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-size:10;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JpQSz3427781-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/JpQSz3427781-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Lonely but...happy :-)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depois da fase complicada que passei dou por mim a pensar se de facto não estaria melhor sozinho. Depois de tantos sacrificios, depois de tanta entrega será que sozinho não estou melhor? Pelo menos acho que não iria sofrer como tenho sofrido e sempre daria mais atenção aquelas pessoas que realmente merecem...a minha familia e os meus amigos. Tenho poucos é certo mas no fundo são eles que me dão o carinho quando estou em baixo, é com eles que me rio quando estou bem disposto. Como diz aquela frase e muito bem:"os amigos ficam...os namorados vão..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Claro que tenho os meus momentos. Aqueles em que me sinto mais sozinho. Aqueles em que eu realmente penso como seria ter alguém ao meu lado, alguém com quem partilhar os meus sonhos, em suma, alguém com quem construir uma vida. Costumo muitas vezes dizer que não fui feito para estar sozinho e em parte é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda vou acreditando que o livro da minha vida ainda tem muitas páginas para serem escritas...e que um dia ainda vou ser feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQ1FXNDvwkQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQ1FXNDvwkQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You think that I can't live without your love&lt;br /&gt;You'll see,&lt;br /&gt;You think I can't go on another day.&lt;br /&gt;You think I have nothing&lt;br /&gt;Without you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, some way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that I can never laugh again&lt;br /&gt;You'll see,&lt;br /&gt;You think that you destroyed my faith in love.&lt;br /&gt;You think after all you've done&lt;br /&gt;I'll never find my way back home,&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't need anyone at all&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll survive&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll stay alive,&lt;br /&gt;All on my own&lt;br /&gt;I don't need anyone this time&lt;br /&gt;It will be mine&lt;br /&gt;No one can take it from me&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that you are strong, but you are weak&lt;br /&gt;You'll see,&lt;br /&gt;It takes more strength to cry, admit defeat.&lt;br /&gt;I have truth on my side,&lt;br /&gt;You only have deceit&lt;br /&gt;You'll see, somehow, someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't need anyone at all&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll survive&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll stay alive,&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand on my own&lt;br /&gt;I won't need anyone this time&lt;br /&gt;It will be mine&lt;br /&gt;No one can take it from me&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see, you'll see&lt;br /&gt;You'll see, mmmm, mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-3604327304030509028?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/3604327304030509028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=3604327304030509028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/3604327304030509028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/3604327304030509028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2008/10/sozinho-ou-no.html' title='Sozinho ou não?'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-5240266658156451030</id><published>2008-10-02T14:44:00.020+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:07:52.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta a um agora desconhecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Verdana;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por vezes achamos que ao fazermos certas coisas, no nosso intimo estamos a fazer tudo para tentar agradar as pessoas que nos rodeiam mas nem sempre é assim. Uma pessoa luta a vida toda para ser de certa forma feliz seja profissionalmente, seja sentimentalmente. Eu tenho tentado lutar mas começo que a sentir que em vão. Ou as pessoas não me entendem, ou sou eu que devo de ser diferente do resto. Confesso que por vezes não entendo. Será tudo assim tão complicado de ser gerido? Será assim tão complicado somar 1 + 1? Para mim estar numa relação e para haver sintonia deviamos de saber caminhar sempre lado a lado. Sempre achei que quando gostamos de alguém que devemos de aproveitar todos os momentos possiveis e dizer-lhes e fazer-lhes sentir o quanto são importantes para nós. Será que é assim tão complicado haver entendimento entre as pessoas? Fazemos de tudo para que as pessoas façam por conhecer quem ou como somos mas mesmo assim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acreditei plenamente que contigo podia ser feliz e lutei por isso. Não notei da tua parte o mesmo esforço e isso deixou-me muito mas muito triste mas nunca me cansei de lutar porque volto a dizer acreditava que tudo não passava de uma mera fase e as coisas podiam ser resolvidas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho tentado arranjar maneiras de dizer o que sinto e o que vai cá dentro depois de acabarmos. Compreendo que estejas magoado mas quero que vejas também o meu lado nisto tudo. Aquilo que nunca te consegui dizer. Nunca duvides alguma vez que eu gostasse de ti porque bem no fundo sabes bem que isso não é verdade. Só te queria ver feliz e vivia para te fazer feliz. O meu coração era teu como muitas vezes fiz questão de o dizer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Começamos rápido demais e nisso hoje dou-te razão mas o começar rápido demais não faz a pessoa gostar mais ou menos de alguém. Vai gostando, vão-se conhecendo e foi sempre isso pela qual tentei lutar sempre que estivemos juntos e sozinhos. Não duvides que procuramos o mesmo. Quero muito ter alguém ao meu lado, que me respeite, me faça sentir importante. Que apesar da distância eu saiba que essa pessoa pensa em mim. Eu tentei dar-te isso o melhor que pude. Quis sempre demonstrar o carinho e respeito que sentia por ti. Para mim uma relação vive em parte à custa disso. Tentei mesmo muito que tudo o que fizemos a dois te agradasse, te fizesse sentir especial porque era essa a minha intenção…fazer-te sentir especial porque era isso que eras para mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedi que procurasses ouvir-me, tentasses confiar um pouco mais em mim e não dar tanto ouvidos a terceiros. Eu não sou má pessoa, nem sou capaz de fazer mal a ninguém. Compreendo que tivesses inseguro mas só pedi um pouco mais de confiança porque nunca seria capaz de te fazer mal. Era contigo que estava, não era com mais ninguém. Tu muitas vezes disseste-me esta frase e hoje uso-a para descrever o que sinto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre procurei ser o mais sincero contigo nunca te menti nos sítios onde estava, sempre procurei ser o mais transparente nos meus sentimentos e tu facilmente vias se estava triste ou alegre. Tantas vezes me lembro de tu a dizeres a palavra “udinho".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu ainda gosto de ti e a raiva que sinto é mesmo essa. É como se me espetassem uma faca no meu coração e ainda hoje sinta a dor. Quem dera que houvesse um botão que era só desligar e pronto. Sinto ainda um vazio cá dentro. Tentei lutar pelo bem da relação, Tentei sempre fazer com que tu te sentisses bem, nos sítios que visitávamos, nos sítios onde jantávamos, nos locais por onde passeávamos, enfim, tudo aquilo que fizemos juntos. Tentei com isso provar que poderias confiar em mim porque volto a dizer eu não queria o teu mal. Se há coisa que detesto é gozar com as pessoas e brincar com os seus sentimentos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca te pedi nada em troca a não ser um pouco de carinho e atenção e muitas vezes não senti isso de tua parte. Por vezes até posso dizer que senti como que um pouco de desprezo. Sempre senti aquela necessidade de como namorado saber como tu estavas, como te corria o trabalho. Acima de tudo, fazer-me sentir presente. Quantas vezes esperei depois de tu saíres do trabalho e mesmo por tua iniciativa, que me mandasses uma mensagem a perguntar se eu estava bem, se o meu trabalho também corria bem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senti tantas vezes que apenas eu estava a lutar pelo bem da relação mas não desisti nunca pelo que sinto por ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Termino com aquela frase do hi5...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(60,60,60)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;” Beijar-te foi como se tivesse perdido a noção do tempo e do espaço, foi como se visse o céu, as estrelas... foi como se estivesse a ver a TI.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fica bem...sê feliz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-size:10;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/tears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-5240266658156451030?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/5240266658156451030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=5240266658156451030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/5240266658156451030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/5240266658156451030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2008/10/carta-um-agora-desconhecido.html' title='Carta a um agora desconhecido'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-8193682520183945368</id><published>2007-02-09T18:51:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:57:02.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of my earlier posts was about this song. In a previous post I wrote the lyrics but, nothing better than the song itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The song of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope you enjoy it as much as I do...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2rRyfzPPgg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2rRyfzPPgg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&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/9026439-8193682520183945368?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/8193682520183945368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=8193682520183945368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/8193682520183945368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/8193682520183945368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dont-wanna-fight.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna fight'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-4418911716922065279</id><published>2007-02-09T18:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:00:36.921+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/faYPps2NknE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/faYPps2NknE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lost In The Darkness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoping For A Sign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;InStead There's Only Silence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can't You Hear My Screams? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never Stop Hoping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until You Know Where You Are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But One Thing's For Sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're Always In My Heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll Find You Somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll Keep On Trying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until My Dying Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I Just Need To Know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whatever Has Happened? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Truth Will Free My Soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lost In The Darkness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tried To Find Way Home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I Want To Embrace You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And Never Let You Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Almost Like You're In Heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So No One Can Hurt Your Soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Living In Agony &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause I Just Did Not know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where You Were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wherever You Are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I Won't Stop Searching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whatever It Takes Me To Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-4418911716922065279?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/4418911716922065279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=4418911716922065279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/4418911716922065279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/4418911716922065279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2007/02/somewhere.html' title='Somewhere'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-116629819307539646</id><published>2006-12-16T19:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:56:01.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LMC-2Y-Emw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LMC-2Y-Emw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-116629819307539646?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/116629819307539646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=116629819307539646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/116629819307539646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/116629819307539646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2006/12/promise-me.html' title='Promise me'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-116624907805679726</id><published>2006-12-16T05:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:50:58.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbkysd9mQho&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbkysd9mQho&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are a few songs I can say I really identify myself with and this one is one of them. I just love it and means a lot to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here go the lyrics too...enjoy it (I hope as much as I do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/proud.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-116624907805679726?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/116624907805679726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=116624907805679726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/116624907805679726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/116624907805679726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2006/12/proud.html' title='Proud'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-115958734534448857</id><published>2006-09-30T04:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T04:35:45.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly what will become of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't like reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's way too clear to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;But really life is daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are what we don't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;We miss everything daydreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Traveling I always stop at exits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wondering if I'll stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Young and restless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Living this way I stress less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to pull away when the dream dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;The pain sets it and I don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I only feel gravity and I wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the sun was wondering if it should stay away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;for a day until the feeling went away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the clouds were dropping and the ...the rain forgot how to bring salvation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;The dogs were whistling a new tune &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;barking at the new moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;hoping it would come soon so that they could die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All good things (come to and end) Nelly Furtado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-115958734534448857?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/115958734534448857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=115958734534448857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/115958734534448857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/115958734534448857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2006/09/adios.html' title='Adios....'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-115586589692146290</id><published>2006-08-18T02:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:10:33.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for You...</title><content type='html'>Oceans apart day after day&lt;br /&gt;And I slowly go insane&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice on the line&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I see you next to never&lt;br /&gt;How can we say forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took for granted, all the times&lt;br /&gt;That I though would last somehow&lt;br /&gt;I hear the laughter, I taste the tears&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get near you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see it baby&lt;br /&gt;You've got me goin' CrAzY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how we can survive&lt;br /&gt;This romance&lt;br /&gt;But in the end if I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see it baby&lt;br /&gt;You've got me goin' cRaZy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-115586589692146290?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/115586589692146290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=115586589692146290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/115586589692146290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/115586589692146290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2006/08/waiting-for-you.html' title='Waiting for You...'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-115353804553254695</id><published>2006-07-22T04:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T05:00:17.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First time ever I saw your face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This was how I first felt when I saw you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first time ever I saw your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought the sun rose in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the night and the empty skies my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the night and the empty skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first time ever I kissed your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I felt the earth turn in my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like the trembling heart of a captive bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That was there at my command my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That was there at my command&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first time ever I lay with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And felt your heart beat close to mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought our joy would fill the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And would last till the end of time my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And would last till the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first time ever I saw your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought the sun rose in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the night and the empty skies my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the night and the empty skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time ever I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;The first time ever I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;The first time ever I saw your face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(song First time ever I saw your face by Celine Dion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/eye-crying.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/9026439-115353804553254695?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/115353804553254695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=115353804553254695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/115353804553254695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/115353804553254695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-time-ever-i-saw-your-face.html' title='First time ever I saw your face'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-113660149032747942</id><published>2006-01-07T02:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:05:28.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;For You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6518/640/320/splash_angels.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost in the darkness, hoping for a sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead there is only silence,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't you hear my screams...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never stop hoping,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Need to know where you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But one thing is for sure,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're always in my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll find you somewhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll keep on trying until my dying day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just need to know whatever has happened,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Truth will free my soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost in the darkness, try to find your way home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to embrace you and never let you go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almost hope you're in heaven so no one can hurt your soul...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living in agony 'cause I just do not know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll find you somewhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll keep on trying until my dying day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just need to know whatever has happened,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Truth will free my soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wherever you are, I won't stop searching.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever it takes, I need to know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll find you somewhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll keep on trying until my dying day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just need to know whatever has happened,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Truth will free my soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Within Temptation)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6518/640/1600/splash_angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-113660149032747942?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-113629024462117041</id><published>2006-01-03T12:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-03T12:18:40.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Ensina-me o Que o Tempo Não Ensinou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por cada gesto meu&lt;br /&gt;Em cada frase contida&lt;br /&gt;Não vou falar&lt;br /&gt;Por Cada erro teu&lt;br /&gt;Por cada noite perdida&lt;br /&gt;Te procurar&lt;br /&gt;Em cada passo&lt;br /&gt;Esquecido&lt;br /&gt;Faz a viagem&lt;br /&gt;Para lá do infinito&lt;br /&gt;Ensina-me&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me o que o tempo não professou&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o vento levou&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me&lt;br /&gt;Que não se apagou&lt;br /&gt;Por cada erro teu&lt;br /&gt;Em cada voz tremida&lt;br /&gt;De soluçar&lt;br /&gt;Por cada sonho meu&lt;br /&gt;Em cada corpo cansado&lt;br /&gt;Farto de lutar&lt;br /&gt;Em cada passo&lt;br /&gt;Esquecido&lt;br /&gt;Fizeste a viagem&lt;br /&gt;Ao infinito&lt;br /&gt;Ensina-me&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me o que o tempo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não professou&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me&lt;br /&gt;E todo o tempo levou&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me&lt;br /&gt;Que não se apagou&lt;br /&gt;Que nãos e apagou…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Raquel Marques)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-113629024462117041?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/113629024462117041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-113586434047089362</id><published>2005-12-29T13:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-29T13:52:20.550Z</updated><title type='text'>Like You Love Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma das minhas canções favoritas é esta. Pertence a uma cantora de seu nome Lucie Silvas. Quando ponho uma canção aqui no blog é porque esta me diz algo, e esta diz muito...mesmo muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my favourite songs is this one. Belongs to a singer called Lucie Silvas. When I put song lyrics in the blog it's because it means something to me and this one means a lot...really a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woah... mm mmm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its not every day you wake up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And admit who you really are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most days its easier to shut yourself up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And never look that far&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is me, I'm covered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I hid behind the door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And everything she says angers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm apologizing for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you see her when you see me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Understand her insecurities?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And accept the part she plays in me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you love her....like you love me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like you love me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh, like you love me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woahhh....Id rather be who you think I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See myself through your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos the mirror you use cant be too harsh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I want it to tell me lies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So today I'll be brave and I'll face myself    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show you who I really am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos wherever I go she follows me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can you reach out for her hand?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you see her when you see me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Understand her insecurities?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh, And accept the part she plays in me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you love her....like you love me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not perfect but I try to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, could you really have the hold in me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes what you get isn't what you see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you believe in her, like you believe in me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohhh.....hey hey, yeh yeh...ohh woah..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mmm...do you love her, woah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you see her when you see me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Understand her insecurities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh, And accept the part she plays in me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you love her...woah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you see her when you see me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Understand her insecurities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh, and accept the part she plays in me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you love her.........like you love me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like you love me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh...like you love me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woah, like you....love me....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Lucie Silvas)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/cats.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-113586434047089362?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/113586434047089362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=113586434047089362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Faltam apenas alguns dias para o ano 2006 mas quero aproveitar desde já para desejar a todos um óptimo 2006 e que todos os vossos desejos se concretizem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/champagne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still some days to go for 2006 but I want to take the opportunity to wish to all of you a great 2006 and that all your inner wishes come true.&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/9026439-113569605730382801?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-113553953894033414</id><published>2005-12-25T19:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2005-12-25T19:44:30.353Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal / Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais Vale tarde que nunca :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a todos os meus amigos um Santo e Feliz Natal e um óptimo 2006 cheio de alegrias!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Better late than never :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to all my friends a peacefull and Merry Christmas and a great 2006 full of joys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/Nataltela2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-113553953894033414?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/113553953894033414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=113553953894033414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/113553953894033414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/113553953894033414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/12/feliz-natal-merry-christma_113553953894033414.html' title='Feliz Natal / Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-113553773058025279</id><published>2005-12-25T18:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-25T19:08:50.660Z</updated><title type='text'>Frase da Semana / Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Andei ausente dos blogs durante um tempo por falta de pc mas espero retomar a actividade para tristeza de alguns e alegrias de muitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E aqui vai de novo a frase de semana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Na matemática do amor, um mais um é igual a tudo, e dois menos um é igual a nada."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Mignon Mclaughlin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/lovechest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been away for sometime from my blog because I didn't have a computer available to use it. But here I am again. For some it's a reason of sadness but for many it's a motive of satisfaction to have me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here goes this weeks quote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Mignon McLaughlin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/9026439-113553773058025279?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/113553773058025279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=113553773058025279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/113553773058025279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/113553773058025279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/12/frase-da-semana-quote-of-week.html' title='Frase da Semana / Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-113553609227777618</id><published>2005-12-25T18:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-25T20:41:41.810Z</updated><title type='text'>Then You Look at Me / The Colour of my Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta parte do Blog é dedicada a uma pessoa em particular / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This part of the Blog is dedicated to one person in particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Love..these ones are for you...I dedicate them to you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;AMO-TE STEF!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With all my love for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Laugh and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Live and die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is a dream we are dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day by day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I find my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look for the soul and the meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I always see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What I have been searching for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm lost as can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I am not lost anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;People run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sun to sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Caught in their lives ever flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life goes till it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We have to go where it's going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you say you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The reason you love life so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though lost I have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I find love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And life just keeps on running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And life just keeps on running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You look at me and life comes from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;From...you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/sunset-couple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll paint my mood in shades of blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Paint my soul to be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll sketch your lips in shaded tones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Draw your mouth to my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll draw your arms around my waist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then all doubt I shall erase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll paint the rain that softly lands on your wind-blown hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll trace a hand to wipe your tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A look to calm your fears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A silhouette of dark and light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;While we hold each other oh so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll paint a sun to warm your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Swearing that we'll never part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's the colour of my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll paint the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Show how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Try to make you completely real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll use a brush so light and fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To draw you close and make you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll paint a sun to warm your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Swearing that we'll never part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's the colour of my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll draw the years all passing by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So much to learn so much to try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And with this ring our lives will start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Swearing that we'll never part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I offer what you cannot buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Devoted love until we die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;By Celine Dion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;(You're always in my thoughts Stef...I LOVE YOU)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-113553609227777618?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/113553609227777618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=113553609227777618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/113553609227777618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/113553609227777618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/12/then-you-look-at-me-colour-of-my-love.html' title='Then You Look at Me / The Colour of my Love'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-112028746551498440</id><published>2005-07-02T07:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T09:04:17.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Wants to Live Forever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta sempre foi uma das minhas canções favoritas. De que vale realmente a vida e de que vale a pena vive-la quando não se tem objectivos, quando não se tem uma familia, amigos...alguém que realmente nos faça feliz (amigos e não só....) Tudo isto me deixa a pensar e às vezes, não sei...parece tudo um sonho porque uma pessoa nunca o é ou será totalmente feliz com o que tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This song was always one of my favourite songs. What is life worth and why is it worth living if we don't have any objectives, when we don't have a family, friends...someone that really can make you happy (friends and more). All this makes me think. I don't know...seems like everything is a dream because one is never or will never be happy with what his got. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/eternity.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no time for us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no place for us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away from us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who wants to live forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who wants to live forever....?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no chance for us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all decided for us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who wants to live forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who wants to live forever?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who dares to love forever?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When love must die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But touch my tears with your lips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Touch my world with your fingertips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we can have forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we can love forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever is our today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who wants to live forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who wants to live forever?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever is our today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who waits forever anyway?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(by Freddie Mercury)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-112028746551498440?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/112028746551498440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=112028746551498440&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/112028746551498440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/112028746551498440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/07/who-wants-to-live-forever.html' title='Who Wants to Live Forever?'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-112008645202399116</id><published>2005-06-29T23:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T08:15:08.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase da Semana / Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Após uma ausência já bastante longa, espero voltar em força aqui ao blog e que volte a vos agradar como tenho tentado fazer até agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aqui vai então a frase da semana. Não poderia deixar de concordar com ela, não acham? Pertence a um dos homens mais influentes da humanidade na minha opinião...Gandhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Vive como se morresses amanhã. Aprende pensando que viveras para sempre."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/Mendieta-Tree-of-life-1976.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After being away for a long time I hope to return in full stength here to the blog and I hope you continue liking what I've been doing until now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here goes this week's quote. Couldn't agree more with it, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's from one of the world's most inspirational person of all times...Gandhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Live as if your were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-112008645202399116?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/112008645202399116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=112008645202399116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/112008645202399116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/112008645202399116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/06/frase-da-semana-quote-of-week.html' title='Frase da Semana / Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111731425039011000</id><published>2005-05-28T21:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T18:25:59.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase da Semana / Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta é para todos os meus amigos, espalhados por este mundo fora. Ora digam lá se não concordam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A amizade é um caminho na areia, que desaparece se não se pisa constantemente nele."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/Praia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is for all my friends around the world. Don't you agree with this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Friendship is a path on the sand that disappeares if you don't walk constantly on it"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-111731425039011000?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111731425039011000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111731425039011000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111731425039011000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111731425039011000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/05/frase-da-semana-quote-of-week.html' title='Frase da Semana / Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111548943793920436</id><published>2005-05-07T18:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T13:17:01.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolce Vita Porto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Porto passou a contar desde ontem dia 06 Maio com mais uma superfície comercial, desta vez de mais um grupo económico nortenho, o grupo Amorim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Dolce Vita Porto está inserido naquilo que vai ser a nova Cidade das Antas ou melhor a "Antas Lifestyle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tive o privilégio de ter sido uma das pessoas a estrear esta nova grande obra do Porto (e muito polémica aquando da sua construção) e fiquei fascinado. Posso dizer com toda a certeza que este é o shopping mais bonito que a cidade do Porto (e arredores) tem e com certeza, um dos mais bonitos do país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Dolce Vita em números:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;129 Lojas distribuidas por 5 pisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 Hipermercado Continente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cerca de 30 Restaurantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7 Salas de Cinema Lusomundo, todas elas VIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2200 Lugares para estacionar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dolce Vita em fotos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/DSC01608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/DSC01592.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/DSC01594.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/DSC01590.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/DSC01587.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dolcevita.pt"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Todos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;os&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;dias&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dias&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dolce Vita&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/a&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/9026439-111548943793920436?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111548943793920436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111548943793920436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111548943793920436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111548943793920436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/05/dolce-vita-porto.html' title='Dolce Vita Porto'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111395763251410606</id><published>2005-04-20T01:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T01:40:32.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase da Semana / Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Aprende com o passado, vive para o presente e espera pelo amanhã"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anónimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/future.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-111395763251410606?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111395763251410606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111395763251410606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111395763251410606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111395763251410606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/04/frase-da-semana-quote-of-week_20.html' title='Frase da Semana / Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111348797690108168</id><published>2005-04-14T14:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:03:31.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa da Música (House of Music)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finalmente a obra de referência da cidade do Porto vai ser inaugurada após um atraso de 4 anos na sua construção, mas valeu a pena porque vai ser com toda a pompa e circunstância. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Projectada por Rem Koolhas para ser a obra mais importante da Porto 2001, atrasos fizeram com que a mesma não fizesse parte da capital europeia da cultura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já votada pelo jornal "New York Times" como uma das grandes obras mais importantes do Séc XX/XXI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se quiserem ver a Casa da Música mais em detalhe vejam então o artigo online do "New York Times" &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/packages/html/arts/20050410_KOOL_AUDIOSS/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; (tem audio em inglês)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/CasaDaMsica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que se faça a música na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.casadamusica.pt/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Casa da Música!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-111348797690108168?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111348797690108168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111348797690108168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111348797690108168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111348797690108168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/04/casa-da-msica-house-of-music.html' title='Casa da Música (House of Music)'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111316840019255634</id><published>2005-04-10T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:58:21.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Isto sim é que se chama de grande pássaro / This is in fact a big bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma das minhas grandes paixões sempre foram os aviões. Como nasci na África do Sul, desde bébé que me habituei a andar de avião, desde o mais pequeno, até mesmo ao majestoso 747, mas o reinado deste está quase no fim. Eis que surge o A380...para mim, dos aviões mais lindos que existe. Pena que não o possamos ver em Portugal porque os aeroportos ainda não estão preparados para ele devido às suas dimensões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my big passions is without doubt, planes. Because I was born in South Africa (and I live in Portugal), since very young I got used to travel by plane, from the smallest to the magestic 747 but her reign is almost ending. Here comes the A380...for me one of the most beautiful planes ever built. It's a pitty that we can't see them in Portugal becuase the portuguese airports are not yet prepared for birds that size. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A isto chamo eu de grande pássaro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/AirbusA380-9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what I call a big bird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/AirbusA380.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/9026439-111316840019255634?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111316840019255634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111316840019255634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111316840019255634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111316840019255634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/04/isto-sim-que-se-chama-de-grande-pssaro.html' title='Isto sim é que se chama de grande pássaro / This is in fact a big bird'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111298730800615480</id><published>2005-04-08T19:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T20:13:28.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa João Paulo II / Pope John Paul II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma vez que estive ausente não pude prestar a minha devida homenagem a tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqui vai...à memória de um grande homem que soube aproximar os jovens à igreja e soube respeitar raças, credos e religiões (não sendo eu católico, isto diz-me muito). Que a memória dele seja eterna e que viva agora na paz dos anjos que ele bem merece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/PapaJooPauloII.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I wasn't at home these past two weeks I couldn't pay my respects to Pope John Paul II but today being the last day of the funeral I decided to write something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He was a great man that knew how to approach the youth to the church and respected races, creeds and religions (not being catholic myself).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That his memory lives long and that he can rest now in the peace of the angels that he deserves it.&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/9026439-111298730800615480?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111298730800615480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111298730800615480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111298730800615480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111298730800615480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/04/papa-joo-paulo-ii-pope-john-paul-ii.html' title='Papa João Paulo II / Pope John Paul II'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111298596025504292</id><published>2005-04-08T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T20:03:23.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase da Semana / Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois é meus amigos e amigas, cá estou eu de volta após duas semanas de ausência (que me souberam bastante bem, devo confessar).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi my friends, here I am back in action after a 2 week period away from my hometown (it was very well worth it, I have to confess).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqui vai então a frase desta semana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A tua forma de estar na vida é nada mais que um reflexo do teu estado de alma."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dr. Wayne W. Dyer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/Lecapanneflowerfields.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is this week's quote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;"The state of your life is nothing more than a reflection of your state of mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dr. Wayne W. Dyer&lt;/em&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/9026439-111298596025504292?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111298596025504292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111298596025504292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111298596025504292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111298596025504292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/04/frase-da-semana-quote-of-week.html' title='Frase da Semana / Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111211348893871443</id><published>2005-03-29T17:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T17:24:48.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Else Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando se gosta, nada mais importa mesmo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we like someone...nothing else really matters...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/Harmony.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So close, no matter how far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Forever trusting who we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never opened myself this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is ours, we live it our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All these words I don't just say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust I seek and I find in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every day for us something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Open mind for a different view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never cared for what they do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never cared for what they know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So close, no matter how far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Forever trusting who we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never cared for what they do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never cared for what they know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never opened myself this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is ours, we live it our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All these words I don't just say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust I seek and I find in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every day for us, something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Open mind for a different view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never cared for what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never cared for games they play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never cared for what they do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never cared for what they know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So close, no matter how far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Forever trusting who we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, nothing else matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-111211348893871443?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111211348893871443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111211348893871443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111211348893871443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111211348893871443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/03/nothing-else-matters.html' title='Nothing Else Matters'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111210955199505734</id><published>2005-03-29T16:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T16:19:11.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Aniversário / Happy Aniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Muitos parabéns para ti meu amigo, espero que passes um dia feliz na companhia de quem te é querido e...vemo-nos no Sábado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Felizes 59 primaveras Raúl ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/bolo05.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-111210955199505734?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111210955199505734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111210955199505734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111210955199505734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111210955199505734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/03/feliz-aniversrio-happy-aniversary.html' title='Feliz Aniversário / Happy Aniversary'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111206713344140326</id><published>2005-03-29T04:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T04:32:13.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Melhor Amigo do Homem / Man's Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem comentários / No comments lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/1-106.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-111206713344140326?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111206713344140326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111206713344140326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111206713344140326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111206713344140326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/03/o-melhor-amigo-do-homem-mans-best.html' title='O Melhor Amigo do Homem / Man&apos;s Best Friend'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111206561140951659</id><published>2005-03-29T03:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T04:35:40.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase da Semana / Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensa como um Homem de acção, age como um Homem de pensamento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/1big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think like a man of action, act like a man of thought.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-111206561140951659?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111206561140951659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111206561140951659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111206561140951659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111206561140951659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/03/frase-da-semana-quote-of-week_29.html' title='Frase da Semana / Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111177274915872492</id><published>2005-03-25T17:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-25T18:04:29.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Boa Páscoa / Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Desejo a todos uma boa páscoa com muitas amendôas e pouco chocolate que isso faz mal à pele eheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhh...já agora...feliz aniversário maninhaaaaaaaaaaa ******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/bunny.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish to all a happy easter will lot's of almonds and few chocolate because that's bad for your skin eheheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Buy the way...happy aniversary sis ****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/EasterBunny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para se rirem um pouco / Just for a bit of fun ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-111177274915872492?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111177274915872492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111177274915872492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111177274915872492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111177274915872492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/03/boa-pscoa-happy-easter.html' title='Boa Páscoa / Happy Easter'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111137211794002245</id><published>2005-03-21T02:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-21T02:28:37.943Z</updated><title type='text'>Frase da Semana / Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O único homem que não erra é aquele que nunca faz nada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/life.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only man that doesn't make any mistake is the one that doesn't do a thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Roosevelt)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-111137211794002245?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111137211794002245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111137211794002245&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111137211794002245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111137211794002245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/03/frase-da-semana-quote-of-week_21.html' title='Frase da Semana / Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111135385973347528</id><published>2005-03-20T20:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-20T21:46:39.463Z</updated><title type='text'>V: The Second Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como eu dei a conhecer num post anterior, a série de culto V que estreou em 1983 em todo o mundo, vai ter uma remake. Chama-se The Second Generation e encontra-se já em produção devendo estrear mais lá para o fim do ano. Os fãs desta série e adeptos deste tipo de ficção que aguardem que teremos mais da Diana e companhia já que o elenco creio que será basicamente o mesmo, isto apesar uma consulta exaustiva na net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"O telefilme de 3 horas será chamado de V A Segunda Geração e será realizado, escrito e produzido por Kenneth Johnson, o criador da série original. Johnson está em conversações com o elenco original da série, incluindo Marc Singer, Robert Englund, Jane Badler e Faye Grant para que voltem de novo ao telefilme. A segunda geração tem lugar 20 anos após a série original, com os extraterrestres tidos como senhores da Terra. A força extraterrestre está bem fixada e conseguiu que muitos humanos se tornassem seus seguidores e indo a caminho duma nova e perigosa conquista. A resistência continua a luta que parece perdida quando de repente a Terra ganha um poderoso e misterioso novo aliado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/vforvictory.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I told previously in a past post, the cult series V that was first broadcasted in 1983 worldwide, will have a remake. It's called V The Second Generation and is already in production maybe being broadcasted at the end of the year. The fans and followers of this type of fiction, keep waiting and we'll have more news of Diana and company, because I believe the cast will be mostly all of the one from the past series, after consulting the web searching for news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"The three-hour television movie will be called V: The Second Generation and will be directed, written and produced by Kenneth Johnson, the creator of the original. Johnson is in talks with the original stars of V, including Marc Singer, Robert Englund, Jane Badler and Faye Grant about returning for the film. The Second Generation is set 20 years after the original, with the alien Visitors firmly ensconced as masters of the Earth. The alien force is deeply entrenched, has turned many Earth people into followers and is sweeping them toward a dangerous new conquest. The Resistance seems to be fighting a losing battle when suddenly Earth gains a powerful and mysterious new ally."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/9026439-111135385973347528?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111135385973347528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111135385973347528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111135385973347528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111135385973347528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/03/v-second-generation.html' title='V: The Second Generation'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111126047947458999</id><published>2005-03-19T19:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-19T19:27:59.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Frase da Semana / Quote of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Digam lá se não concordam com isto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A VIDA É UM CIRCO E NÓS OS PALHAÇOS QUE DELA FAZEMOS PARTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/CLOWNS.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you agree with this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE IS A CIRCUS AND WE'RE THE CLOWNS THAT MAKE  PART OF IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-111126047947458999?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111126047947458999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111126047947458999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111126047947458999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111126047947458999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/03/frase-da-semana-quote-of-week.html' title='Frase da Semana / Quote of the week'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111099126225732642</id><published>2005-03-16T15:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-18T19:15:15.016Z</updated><title type='text'>V: A Batalha Final / V: The Original Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fiquei a saber hoje que uma das minhas séries favoritas ia ter um remake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem não se lembra daqueles aliens que se vestiam de vermelho, que tinham a voz disturcida e no seu interior eram repteis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois é...vai haver um remake da mini série original, realizada em 1983. Quanto às 2 seguintes ainda n se sabe se vão ter direito a remake. Trata-se da V: Batalha Final e V: A Série.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aguardo com expectativa para saber mais novidades sobre a mesma. Os novos actores e o enredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto à antiga série...aguarda-se também que algum dos canais portugueses volte a transmitir a série que tanto sucesso teve mundo fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fiquem atentos para novidades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/B00006HCP6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/vpic3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/B00006HCP6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/v-final_battle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/vpic3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/vpic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/finalbattle09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://users.sisna.com/davstock/"&gt;"WE ARE YOUR FRIENDS"&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;V &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thevisitors.info/"&gt;"UNIVERSAL PEACE"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I discovered today that one of my favourite tv shows was going to have a remake. Who doesn't remember those red dressed aliens, with strange voice and lizard skin beneath the human form?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's right...almost 25 years after it's first release, the original show (season 1 from 1983) is going to have a remake. As for the other 2, The Final Battle and the Tv series, nothing much has been told if there is going to be a remake or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm waiting to know more news about the show. The new actors and storyline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep in touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-111099126225732642?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111099126225732642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111099126225732642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111099126225732642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111099126225732642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/03/v-batalha-final-v-original-series.html' title='V: A Batalha Final / V: The Original Series'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111054875291711196</id><published>2005-03-11T13:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-11T13:45:52.923Z</updated><title type='text'>What you're made of</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Obrigado por me teres mandado este música. Puseste-me a ouvi-la o dia todo e a pensar na vida. É simplesmente linda. Mais uma vez...obrigado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just like I predicted, we're at the point of no return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We can go backwards, and no corners have been turned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't control it, if I sink or if I swim'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I chose the water that I'm in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it makes no difference who is right or wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I deserve much more than this'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause there's only one thing I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If it's not what you're made of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're not what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You where willing but unable to give me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's no way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're changing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause some things will just never be mine,Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ou're in not love this time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but it's alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hear you talking, but your words don't mean a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I doubt you ever put your heart into anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not much to ask for, to get back what I put in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I chose the waters that I'm in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it makes no difference who is right or wrongI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; deserve much more than this'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause there's only one thing I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If it's not what you're made of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're not what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-111054875291711196?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111054875291711196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111054875291711196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111054875291711196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111054875291711196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-youre-made-of.html' title='What you&apos;re made of'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111039563704496016</id><published>2005-03-09T18:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-09T19:13:57.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Only You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todos me tem perguntado como eu ando, o porquê de andar muito calado. Aqui tem a resposta...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas ando um pouco mais introspéctivo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is how I'm feeling this moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/Baby20Angels20Kissing.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a song that's inside of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;It's the one that I've tried to  write over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake in the infinite cold.&lt;br /&gt;But you sing  to me over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I lay my head back down.&lt;br /&gt;And  I lift my hands and pray&lt;br /&gt;To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I  know now you're my only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me the song of the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Of  your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again.&lt;br /&gt;When it feels like my  dreams are so far&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my head back down.&lt;br /&gt;And I lift my hands and pray&lt;br /&gt;To be  only yours, I pray, to be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I know now, you're my only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you all of me.&lt;br /&gt;I want your  symphony, singing in all that I am&lt;br /&gt;At the top of my lungs, I'm giving it  back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my head back down.&lt;br /&gt;And I lift my hands and pray&lt;br /&gt;To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I pray, to be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I know now you're my only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm, hmmmmm, oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Mandy Moore) &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/9026439-111039563704496016?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111039563704496016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111039563704496016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111039563704496016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111039563704496016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/03/only-you.html' title='Only You'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111031896290048562</id><published>2005-03-08T21:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-08T22:04:17.733Z</updated><title type='text'>A Boy Can Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This song is dedicated to you. I'm thinking of you...always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/01bw_167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was a child the story would say&lt;br /&gt;Somebody would sweep you off your feet someday&lt;br /&gt;That's what I hoped would happen with you&lt;br /&gt;More than you could know&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you that my heart's in your hands&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for the day that I would get the chance&lt;br /&gt;Just when I worked up the courage to try&lt;br /&gt;Much to my surprise&lt;br /&gt;You had somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Cause these feelings&lt;br /&gt;I keep to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may never get to hold you so tight&lt;br /&gt;I may never get to kiss you good night&lt;br /&gt;I may never get to look deep in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Or so it seems&lt;br /&gt;I always will be wishing you were mine&lt;br /&gt;I think about what could be all the time&lt;br /&gt;All the happiness that I could find&lt;br /&gt;Baby, a boy can dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I wake up&lt;br /&gt;Till I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;I imagine you not with him&lt;br /&gt;But with me&lt;br /&gt;Talking and laughing&lt;br /&gt;Sharing our dreams&lt;br /&gt;It's just a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Cause these feelings&lt;br /&gt;I keep to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy can dream it's true&lt;br /&gt;And to call you my own&lt;br /&gt;Is the sweetest dream you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a boy can dream&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/9026439-111031896290048562?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111031896290048562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111031896290048562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111031896290048562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111031896290048562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/03/boy-can-dream.html' title='A Boy Can Dream'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-111004827357461975</id><published>2005-03-05T18:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-06T00:36:19.536Z</updated><title type='text'>Onde estás? / Where are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje decidi sair um pouco do mundo da prosa e arriscar-me a fazer algo mais. Confesso que não tenho muito jeito mas ao menos não posso dizer que não tentei. Espero que gostem. Pelo menos foi feito com sentimento e tem um pouco a ver com o que sinto de momento. Depois dêem a vossa opinião, thanks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/solidao-thumb.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Perdido no sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;penso em ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Onde estás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Procuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Procuro! Mas não encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e não te posso tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Imagino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;o teu cheiro, o teu tacto, o teu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Onde estás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sonho no dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;mesmo numa noite fria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;que batas à porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;da minha alma já morta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nesta solidão que atormenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;apesar deste amor que me alimenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Onde estás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Olha para mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;neste horizonte sem fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Toca-me com a tua mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sorri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Com um brilho nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;és mesmo tu o dono do meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by R... aka Capricornking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I decided to go a little bit further at my blog and do something more. I don't really know how to write poems but at least I try eheh. Hope you like it. It was done by the heart and has to do with what I'm feeling at the moment. Give me your opinion, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/solitude.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I think about you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm searching..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Searching! But I can't find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Desire you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;but I can't have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Imagine you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;your smell, your touch, your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I dream of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;even on a cold night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;that you nock on the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;of my already dead soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;in this solitude that torments me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;although I have all this love that nourishes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Look at me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;on this never ending horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;touch me with your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;with a glow in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;it's really you the owner of my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;(by R... Capricornking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-111004827357461975?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/111004827357461975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=111004827357461975&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111004827357461975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/111004827357461975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/03/onde-ests-where-are-you.html' title='Onde estás? / Where are You?'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110997305117041916</id><published>2005-03-04T21:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:50:51.176Z</updated><title type='text'>Where Dreams come true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/WHEREDRE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gostava de dar por mim num lugar destes, deserto, porque não, com a pessoa que amo...não me preocupar com nada a não ser em mim e na outra pessoa. Contemplar o por do sol e sentir que a vida ainda nos reserva muitas supresas...muitas coisas boas...&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/9026439-110997305117041916?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110997305117041916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110997305117041916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110997305117041916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110997305117041916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/03/where-dreams-come-true.html' title='Where Dreams come true'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110994639993747790</id><published>2005-03-04T14:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:13:50.840Z</updated><title type='text'>Esta Semana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sei que se passou comigo esta semana. Andava muito deprimido. Não falava com ninguém. Chorava pelos cantos.&lt;br /&gt;Será da idade? Não sei...só sei que ando assim...deprimo com facilidade e sinto-me muito sozinho a maioria das vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Valeu-me o apoio dos amigos que me aconselharam e ainda bem...Só posso mesmo agradecer a eles o que tem feito por mim...&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que isto tenha tudo a ver com o facto de passar muito tempo em casa. Quem me conhece sabe os motivos.&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me o meu braço direito...haverá aí algum candidato? Tenho boas referencias se for preciso eheheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a ver se este fim de semana me ajuda a ficar mais calmo que bem preciso.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que a vida é para ser vivida com calma...Tudo isto que eu passo e é passageiro. Hei de me sentir realizado um dia ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo grande a todos os que me aturam todos os dias, seja aqui seja pessoalmente...&lt;br /&gt;Deste vosso sempre chato amigo&lt;br /&gt;R...&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/9026439-110994639993747790?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110994639993747790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110994639993747790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110994639993747790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110994639993747790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/03/esta-semana.html' title='Esta Semana...'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110979635290759217</id><published>2005-03-02T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-03T00:18:25.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Field of Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitas vezes fico a pensar nos meus tempos de criança, em como não tinha precupações. Podia divertir-me, brincar, sem que as coisas fossem levadas a mal. Gostava que esse tempo nunca tivesse deixado de existir...que no fundo a minha vida tivesse parado no tempo e que não me tivesse tornado talvez na pessoa que me tornei. Acima de tudo, que fosse tudo diferente...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/maltrato_infancia.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still remember the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;From the eyes of a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Slowly those feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Were clouded by what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where has my heart gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;An uneven trade for the real world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still remember the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Always warm on my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow it seems colder now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where has my heart gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trapped in the eyes of a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Believing in everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where has my heart gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;An uneven trade for the real world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Believing in everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where has my heart gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trapped in the eyes of a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Believing in everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still remember.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Evanescence)&lt;/em&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/9026439-110979635290759217?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110979635290759217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110979635290759217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110979635290759217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110979635290759217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/03/field-of-innocence.html' title='Field of Innocence'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110972256917567365</id><published>2005-03-01T23:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-02T21:43:13.980Z</updated><title type='text'>La Solitudine / Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Sempre gostei imenso desta música...é nos momentos em que me sinto mais sozinho que esta música tem mais significado para mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marco se n'è andato e non ritorna più&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E il treno delle 7:30 senza lui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;È un cuore di metallo senza l'anima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nel freddo del matino grigio di città&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A scuola il banco è vuoto, Marco è dentro me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;È dolce il suo respiro fra i pensieri miei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Distanze enormi sembrano dividerci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ma il cuore batte forte dentro me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chissà se tu mi penserai&lt;br /&gt;Se con i tuoi non parli mai&lt;br /&gt;Se ti nascondi come me&lt;br /&gt;Sfuggi gli sguardi e te ne stai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rinchiuso in camera e non vuoi mangiare&lt;br /&gt;Stringi forte al te il cuscino&lt;br /&gt;Piangi non lo sai&lt;br /&gt;Quantro altro male ti farà la solitudine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco nel mio diario ho una fotografia&lt;br /&gt;Hai gli occhi di bambino un poco timido&lt;br /&gt;La stringo forte al cuore e sento che ci sei&lt;br /&gt;Fra i compiti d'inglese e mathematica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuo padre e i suoi consigli che monotonia&lt;br /&gt;Lui con il suo lavoro ti ha portato via&lt;br /&gt;Di certo il tuo parere non l'ha chiesto mai&lt;br /&gt;Ha detto 'un giorno tu mi capirai'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chissà se tu mi penserai&lt;br /&gt;Se con gli amici parlerai&lt;br /&gt;Per non soffrire più per me&lt;br /&gt;Ma non è facile lo sai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scuola non ne posso più&lt;br /&gt;E i pommeriggi senza te&lt;br /&gt;Studiare è inutile tutte le idee&lt;br /&gt;Si affollano su te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non è possibile dividere&lt;br /&gt;La vita di noi due&lt;br /&gt;Ti prego aspettami amore mio&lt;br /&gt;Ma illuderti non so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La solitudine fra noi&lt;br /&gt;Questo silenzio dentro me&lt;br /&gt;È l'inquietudine di vivere&lt;br /&gt;La vita senza te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti prego aspettami perché&lt;br /&gt;Non posso stare senza te&lt;br /&gt;Non è possibile dividere&lt;br /&gt;La storia di noi due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Laura Pausini)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Tradução / Translation*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;*******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't even know if he still thinks of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once he got onboard that unforgiving train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I imagine that he whiled away the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Through the cold gray morning and the city rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thinking of somebody else who'll run to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who'll ask him did you miss me, maybe now and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Laughing he'll say well he met this funny girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But just a summer thing he won't see her again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh God I hope I'm wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I'm not feeling very strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been so up and down so sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So happy, feeling good and bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm young I'm old I laught I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I tell the truth but that a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been so in and out so wild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So well behaved so pure defiled oh solitudine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That word I hate to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And no I was not crazy to do what we did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I even wish I'd been a bit more crazy still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And kept a little more of him to see me through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He loved me all he could I never had my fill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then I'm back inside my room he knows so well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel again the way he moved I take it slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I talk to him and he becomes a part of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then I know he'll never let the summer go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh God I hope I'm right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I won't give in without a fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I can take the words they throw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At me for none of could know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That we had something few &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will ever find their whole life through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wouldn't change a single day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Although the price I have to pay is solitudine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The loneliness is tearing me apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It tears me up it pull me down and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It wraps around my heart oh solitudine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Does he remenber all he said to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm young I'm old I laugh I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I tell the truth but that's a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been so in and out so wild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So well behaved so pure defiled oh solitudine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Does he remember all he said to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I can take the words they throw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At me for none of could know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That we had something few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will ever find their whole life through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wouldn't change sigle day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Although the price I have to pay is solitudine&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/9026439-110972256917567365?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110972256917567365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110972256917567365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110972256917567365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110972256917567365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/03/la-solitudine-loneliness.html' title='La Solitudine / Loneliness'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110960031366097597</id><published>2005-02-28T13:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-13T18:37:52.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Oscar went to...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A cerimónia dos Oscars realizou-se esta noite no Kodak Theatre em Los Angeles. Sairam dois vencedores, Aviator nas categorias técnicas, com 5 oscars, e o melhor filme da noite (e meu favorito também), Million Dollar Baby, com 4 estatuetas nas categorias principais.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vai a lista de vencedores, directamente da oscars.com&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ACTOR IN A LEADING ROLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34451.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Jamie Foxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;RAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/jamiefoxx_273x400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34458.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Morgan Freeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;MILLION DOLLAR BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/MorganFreeman_273x400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTRESS IN A LEADING ROLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34483.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hilary Swank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;MILLION DOLLAR BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/HilarySwank_273x400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ACTRESS IN A SUPPORTING ROLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34464.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cate Blanchett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;THE AVIATOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/CateBlanchett_273x400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ANIMATED FEATURE FILM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;THE INCREDIBLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34473.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Brad Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ART DIRECTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;THE AVIATOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34481.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dante Ferretti (Art Direction); Francesca Lo Schiavo (Set Decoration)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST PICTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;MILLION DOLLAR BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34472.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Clint Eastwood, Albert S. Ruddy and Tom Rosenberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CINEMATOGRAPHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;AVIATOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34576.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Robert Richardson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTUME DESIGN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;THE AVIATOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34479.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sandy Powell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;MILLION DOLLAR BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34485.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Clint Eastwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/clinteastwood_273x400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCUMENTARY FEATURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;BORN INTO BROTHELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34487.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ross Kauffman and Zana Briski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCUMENTARY SHORT SUBJECT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;MIGHTY TIMES: THE CHILDREN'S MARCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34467.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Robert Hudson and Bobby Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILM EDITING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;THE AVIATOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34469.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Thelma Schoonmaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOREIGN LANGUAGE FILM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;THE SEA INSIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34475.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Spain Directed by Alejandro Amenábar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONORARY AWARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34614.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Roger Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONORARY AWARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34572.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sidney Lumet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKEUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;LEMONY SNICKET'S A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34471.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Valli O'Reilly and Bill Corso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC (SCORE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;FINDING NEVERLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34468.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Jan A.P. Kaczmarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC (SONG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;THE MOTORCYCLE DIARIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34470.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Al Otro Lado Del Río"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music and Lyric by Jorge Drexler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITING (ADAPTED SCREENPLAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;SIDEWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34484.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Screenplay by Alexander Payne &amp; Jim Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITING (ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34486.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Screenplay by Charlie Kaufman; Story by Charlie Kaufman &amp; Michel Gondry &amp;amp; Pierre Bismuth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORT FILM (ANIMATED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;RYAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34474.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chris Landreth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORT FILM (LIVE ACTION)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;WASP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34476.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Andrea Arnold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;SOUND EDITING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;THE INCREDIBLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34478.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Michael Silvers and Randy Thom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUND MIXING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;RAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34480.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Scott Millan, Greg Orloff, Bob Beemer and Steve Cantamessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VISUAL EFFECTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nomfilms" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;SPIDER-MAN 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34482.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;John Dykstra, Scott Stokdyk, Anthony LaMolinara and John Frazier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110960031366097597?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110960031366097597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110960031366097597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110960031366097597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110960031366097597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-oscar-went-to.html' title='And the Oscar went to...!'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110899709501059033</id><published>2005-02-21T14:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-01T20:11:36.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of You / I Could Fall in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Anteontem não sai de casa e fiquei deitado na cama a ver televisão. O filme que estava a dar na RTP1 era a Selena, papel interpretado pela Jennifer Lopez sobre a cantora assassinada aos 23 anos. Confesso que não conhecia nada da mesma, mas desde ontem que ouço as músicas dela e adoro, em particular estas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Late at night when all the world is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I'd stay up and think of you&lt;br /&gt;And I'd wish on a star&lt;br /&gt;That somewhere you are thinking of me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm dreaming of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight&lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;Then here in my room,&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if you even see me&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you know I'm there&lt;br /&gt;If you looked in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Would you see what's inside?&lt;br /&gt;Would you even care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you close&lt;br /&gt;But so far, all I have are dreams of you&lt;br /&gt;So, I wait for the day and the courage to say&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you(Yes, I do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dreaming of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight&lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;Then here in my room,&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...I can't stop dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...I can't stop dreamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night when all the world is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I'd stay up and think of you&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't believe that you came up to me&lt;br /&gt;And said, "I love you; I love you too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dreaming with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow, and for all of my life&lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;Then here in my room,&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming with you endlessly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Selena)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/Selena.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selena cresceu no meio duma familia humilde que cedo descobriu o gosto pela música. Cantava no grupo da familia, mas ganhou autonomia do grupo, ainda adolescente, lançando-se a solo e ganhando projecção internacional.&lt;br /&gt;A vida dela terminou prematuramente aos 23 ao ser assassinada pela presidente do seu clube de fãs, por esta ter desviado dinheiro dos fãs e a cantora o ter descoberto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I could lose my heart tonight,&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Cause the way I feel I might&lt;br /&gt;Lose control and let you stay&lt;br /&gt;Cause I could take you in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;And never let you go&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only wonder how&lt;br /&gt;Touching you would make you feel&lt;br /&gt;But if I take that chance right now,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will you want me still?&lt;br /&gt;(baby will you want me? )&lt;br /&gt;So I should keep this to myself,&lt;br /&gt;And never let you know&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;(I could fall in love with you)&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it’s not right,&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I should try&lt;br /&gt;To do what I should do&lt;br /&gt;But I could fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love, with you&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre estoy soñando en ti&lt;br /&gt;Besando mis labios, acariciando mi piel&lt;br /&gt;Abrazandome, con ansias locas&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando que me amas&lt;br /&gt;Como yo podría amar a ti&lt;br /&gt;(translation:&lt;br /&gt;I’m always dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;Kissing my lips, caressing my skin&lt;br /&gt;Hugging me with crazy longings&lt;br /&gt;Imagining that you love me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I could love you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I should keep this to myself,&lt;br /&gt;And never let you know&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love, (fall in love)&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love, (fall in love) with you&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110899709501059033?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110899709501059033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110899709501059033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110899709501059033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110899709501059033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/dreaming-of-you-i-could-fall-in-love.html' title='Dreaming of You / I Could Fall in Love'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110894295440265089</id><published>2005-02-20T23:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:14:06.399+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Million Dollar Baby</title><content type='html'>Hoje dum dos meus poucos programas feitos com os meus pais, e aproveitando a ocasião por ter ido votar, fui dar uma volta ao shopping, acabando por ir ao cinema. O filme escolhido foi o &lt;strong&gt;Million Dollar Baby&lt;/strong&gt;. Confesso que não sou muito fã do Clint Eastwood mas só o facto de ter a Hillary Swank e o Morgan Freeman, era um trunfo. Amei o filme. Não estava nada à espera dum filme tão bom.&lt;br /&gt;Não irei contar a história do mesmo. Apenas que se trata do percurso duma boxeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosos? Vão ver o filme...vale muito a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem cá o meu voto para vencer os Oscars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do filme reti uma frase, que passa muitas vezes no ecrã:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Winners are simply willing to do what losers aren't" &lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/MillionDolarBaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110894295440265089?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110894295440265089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110894295440265089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110894295440265089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110894295440265089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/million-dollar-baby.html' title='Million Dollar Baby'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110875786624870325</id><published>2005-02-18T20:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-01T20:18:42.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho a agradecer a todas as pessoas que me têm apoiado até hoje...essas pessoas tal como eu compreendem o verdadeiro significado da amizade, apoiando-me, ouvindo e aconselhando nas alturas mais complicadas da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos são mesmo assim...Sem se preocuparem com religiões, cores, credos, crenças e não só. Essas pessoas só posso mesmo considerar especiais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que posso dizer, a não ser isto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito obrigado por serem as pessoas que são. Agradeço tudo o que tem feito por mim, sempre para me deixar a sorrir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBRIGADO! do fundo do coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/lifelongfriends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110875786624870325?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110875786624870325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110875786624870325&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110875786624870325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110875786624870325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110873955323073214</id><published>2005-02-18T14:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-18T15:12:33.233Z</updated><title type='text'>The Show Must Go On</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Esta sempre foi uma das músicas que gostei dos Queen embora tivessem havido outras versões no passado...Hope you like it just Like I do...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty spaces - what are we living for&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned places - I guess we know the score&lt;br /&gt;On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for&lt;br /&gt;Another hero, another mindless crime&lt;br /&gt;Behind the curtain, in the pantomime&lt;br /&gt;Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;My make-up may be flaking&lt;br /&gt;But my smile still stays on&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance&lt;br /&gt;Another heartache, another failed romance&lt;br /&gt;On and on, does anybody know what we are living for&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm learning, I must be warmer now&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon be turning, round the corner now&lt;br /&gt;Outside the dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;My make-up may be flaking&lt;br /&gt;But my smile still stays on&lt;br /&gt;My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die&lt;br /&gt;I can fly - my friends&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;I'll face it with a grin&lt;br /&gt;I'm never giving in&lt;br /&gt;On - with the show -&lt;br /&gt;I'll drop the bill, I'll overkill&lt;br /&gt;I have to find the will to carry on&lt;br /&gt;On with the -&lt;br /&gt;On with the show -&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Queen)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110873955323073214?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110873955323073214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110873955323073214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110873955323073214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110873955323073214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/show-must-go-on.html' title='The Show Must Go On'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110857877223256895</id><published>2005-02-16T18:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-16T18:32:52.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Lead the Way</title><content type='html'>Who would've believed&lt;br /&gt;That you and me would fall&lt;br /&gt;And land together&lt;br /&gt;And who could've foreseen&lt;br /&gt;In you I'd find the place&lt;br /&gt;I've belonged forever&lt;br /&gt;And if I move closer&lt;br /&gt;Then love will take over&lt;br /&gt;And lead the way&lt;br /&gt;I'd given up hope&lt;br /&gt;Losing the faith that love&lt;br /&gt;Could be mine to treasure&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's the same&lt;br /&gt;I found myself reborn&lt;br /&gt;On the day I met you&lt;br /&gt;And if we move closer&lt;br /&gt;Then love will take over&lt;br /&gt;And lead the way&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you are lying&lt;br /&gt;Here with me and the truths&lt;br /&gt;I used to hold have changed&lt;br /&gt;And if I move closer&lt;br /&gt;And let it take over&lt;br /&gt;Then love will lead the way&lt;br /&gt;And let it take over&lt;br /&gt;Then love will lead the way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Mariah Carey)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110857877223256895?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110857877223256895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110857877223256895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110857877223256895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110857877223256895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/lead-way.html' title='Lead the Way'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110849950846331636</id><published>2005-02-15T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-15T20:31:48.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Jesus to a Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Esta é uma das músicas que diz mais na minha vida e é a que mais me faz chorar ainda hoje. Há uma pessoa que a conhece tão bem como eu, que fez parte da minha vida quando esta música tocava muito no meu pc...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;You heard me cry&lt;br /&gt;You smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;Like Jesus to a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im blessed&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;Heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;And Heaven stole&lt;br /&gt;You smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;Like Jesus to a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what have I learned&lt;br /&gt;From all this pain&lt;br /&gt;I thought Id never feel the same&lt;br /&gt;About anyone&lt;br /&gt;Or anything again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I know&lt;br /&gt;When you find love&lt;br /&gt;When you know that it exists&lt;br /&gt;Then the lover that you miss&lt;br /&gt;Will come to you on those cold, cold nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When youve been loved&lt;br /&gt;When you know it holds such bliss&lt;br /&gt;Then the lover that you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Will comfort you 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Child'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110848947014634005</id><published>2005-02-15T17:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:15:24.058+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajudem a Velhinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/cross.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110848947014634005?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110848788259213589</id><published>2005-02-15T17:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-15T19:35:12.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Unwritten</title><content type='html'>I am unwritten, can`t read my mind, I`m undefined &lt;br /&gt;I`m just beginning, the pen`s in my hand, ending unplanned &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you &lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window &lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance &lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it &lt;br /&gt;Release your innovations &lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin &lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you &lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in &lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else &lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips &lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken &lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open &lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins &lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines &lt;br /&gt;We`ve been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can`t live that way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you &lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window &lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance &lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it &lt;br /&gt;Release your inner visions &lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin &lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you &lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in &lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else &lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips &lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken &lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open &lt;br /&gt;To the years where your book begins &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin &lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you &lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in &lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else &lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips &lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken &lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open &lt;br /&gt;To the years where your book begins &lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you &lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window &lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance &lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it &lt;br /&gt;Release your inner visions &lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin &lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you &lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in &lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else &lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips &lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken &lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open &lt;br /&gt;To the years where your book begins &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin &lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you &lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in &lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else &lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips &lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken &lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open &lt;br /&gt;To the years where your book begins &lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten &lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten &lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Natasha Beddingfield)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110848788259213589?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110848788259213589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110848788259213589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110848788259213589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110848788259213589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/unwritten.html' title='Unwritten'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110842569459979187</id><published>2005-02-14T23:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:01:34.600Z</updated><title type='text'>Holding on For You</title><content type='html'>Para ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine fades to grey&lt;br /&gt;The second I'm away&lt;br /&gt;Minutes turn to hours&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Time keeps marching on&lt;br /&gt;Summers been and gone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still here alone&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;A million miles away&lt;br /&gt;Temptation all around&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long&lt;br /&gt;So please be strong&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm holding on for you&lt;br /&gt;Trust is all it takes&lt;br /&gt;But people make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Cos we are only human&lt;br /&gt;Lets face it&lt;br /&gt;My struggle through the day&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;I make believe that you're here&lt;br /&gt;Beside me&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;A million miles away&lt;br /&gt;Temptation all around&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long&lt;br /&gt;So please be strong&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm holding on for you&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that I can truly believe in&lt;br /&gt;So don't ever think that I would ever diss you baby&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt you are my rhyme and my reason&lt;br /&gt;And I won't let you down&lt;br /&gt;Coz I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;A million miles away&lt;br /&gt;Temptation all around&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long&lt;br /&gt;So please be strong&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm holding on for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;Feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;Miles from home&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;But i'll be strong&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Holding on for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Liberty X)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110842569459979187?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110842569459979187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110842569459979187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110842569459979187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110842569459979187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/holding-on-for-you.html' title='Holding on For You'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110841666630534616</id><published>2005-02-14T20:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:16:09.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Para todos um feliz dia dos Namorados...para os encalhados como eu...vamos tentando eheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/StValentinesDay2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me little, love me long,&lt;br /&gt;Is the burden of my song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110841666630534616?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110841666630534616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110841666630534616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110841666630534616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110841666630534616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/st-valentines-day.html' title='St. Valentines Day'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110822704553404223</id><published>2005-02-12T16:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-12T16:50:45.536Z</updated><title type='text'>Maybe...</title><content type='html'>Here I go climbing a mountain&lt;br /&gt;It's much too high for me&lt;br /&gt;And here I go crossing the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Losing myself, getting lost in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;When did I stop singing a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was blind and could not see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you were never the one&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you were not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go posing a question&lt;br /&gt;Not sure of what I'll hear&lt;br /&gt;Here I go refusing to let you answer&lt;br /&gt;Until I make myself so very clear&lt;br /&gt;We can take what was wrong&lt;br /&gt;We can end these words in a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if we try&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can start again when we've already said good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can still be what we always dreamed that we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I was wrong to let you go&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still holding on to let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was blind and could not see&lt;br /&gt;Oh but baby I'll be strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'll sacrifice the very breath I breathe&lt;br /&gt;If I could only hear you say to me&lt;br /&gt;When I ask you if you think you still love me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Dana Glover)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110822704553404223?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110822458652966365</id><published>2005-02-12T16:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:17:11.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspirador...</title><content type='html'>Sem comentários ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/430.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110822458652966365?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110822458652966365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110822458652966365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110822458652966365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110822458652966365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/aspirador.html' title='Aspirador...'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110822193526328882</id><published>2005-02-12T15:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-12T15:25:35.263Z</updated><title type='text'>The Mummer's Dance</title><content type='html'>Who will go down to those shady groves&lt;br /&gt;And summon the shadows there&lt;br /&gt;And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms&lt;br /&gt;In the springtime of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs of birds seem to fill the wood&lt;br /&gt;That when the fiddler plays&lt;br /&gt;All their voices can be heard&lt;br /&gt;Long past their woodland days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been rambling all the night&lt;br /&gt;And some time of this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Loreena Mckennitt)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110822193526328882?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110822193526328882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110822193526328882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110822193526328882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110822193526328882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/mummers-dance.html' title='The Mummer&apos;s Dance'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110804165328817676</id><published>2005-02-10T13:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-10T13:25:04.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Esta música toca-me particularmente e não sei bem porquê...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look into the window of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Reflections of the fears I know I've left behind&lt;br /&gt;I step out of the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my soul ascending&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop me now&lt;br /&gt;And you can do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done today to make you feel proud?&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late to try&lt;br /&gt;What have you done today to make you feel proud?&lt;br /&gt;You could be so many people&lt;br /&gt;If you make that break for freedom&lt;br /&gt;What have you done today to make you feel proud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still so many answers I don't know (there are so many answers)&lt;br /&gt;Realise that to question is how we grow (to question is to grow)&lt;br /&gt;So I step out of the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my soul ascending&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop me now&lt;br /&gt;And you can do the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done today to make you feel proud?&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late to try&lt;br /&gt;What have you done today to make you feel proud?&lt;br /&gt;You could be so many people&lt;br /&gt;If you make that break for freedom&lt;br /&gt;What have you done today to make you feel proud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a change &lt;br /&gt;Do it today &lt;br /&gt;I can feel my spirit rising &lt;br /&gt;(change, yeah) We need a change (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;So do it today (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can see a clear horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done today to make you feel proud? (to make you feel proud)&lt;br /&gt;So what have you done today to make you feel proud?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you could be so many people&lt;br /&gt;Just make that break for freedom&lt;br /&gt;So what have you done today to make you feel proud?&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;by Heather Small&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110804165328817676?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110804165328817676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110804165328817676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110804165328817676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110804165328817676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/proud.html' title='Proud'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110800168962737046</id><published>2005-02-10T02:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-10T02:14:49.626Z</updated><title type='text'>Para ti</title><content type='html'>Deixei este mesmo texto no teu blog como comment ao teu texto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a minha menina especial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá linda...eu sei quem é o destinatário de todos os posts mas sinceramente fico mesmo sem saber o que possa dizer. Fico perdido nos meus pensamentos mas sei bem o que tu tas a passar e no que tas a pensar. Nada em mim mudou, posso ter alterado um pouco a minha forma de estar, não digo que não...mas o eu que tu conheces é o mesmo de há uns meses atras...talvez um pouco mais maduro (não muito, eu sei). O que sinto por ti não muda...tento não mostrar para não me magoar mas sei que ao faze-lo te deixo mais triste...&lt;br /&gt;Eu uma vez disse-te e acredito que compreendes...não quero NUNCA afastar-me de ti porque tens muito valor para mim e para a minha vida. És especial. Tão especial, que nunca tive alguém como tu, independentemente da volta que as nossas vidas levaram. Eu adoro-te mas não quero nunca magoar a pessoa que neste momento é das mais especiais (à minha maneira) para mim e disse-te uma vez que se alguma vez estivessemos juntos (namorados) que eu sei que olharia sempre para os homens (eu conheco-me) e não quero nunca fazer-te sofrer ou sofrer eu por fazer isso a ti.&lt;br /&gt;ÉS UM TESOURO NA MINHA VIDA E NÃO QUERO NUNCA PERDER ESSA JOIA QUE TENHO NO MEU CORAÇÃO...&lt;br /&gt;Um BEIJO especial para ti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110800168962737046?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110800168962737046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110800168962737046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110800168962737046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110800168962737046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/para-ti.html' title='Para ti'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110795953861291968</id><published>2005-02-09T14:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:18:26.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Oscar goes tooooooo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/oscars.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é...estamos a cerca de 2 semanas de mais uma cerimónia de entrega dos Oscars. Quem será o feliz contemplado este ano?&lt;br /&gt;As apostas vão todas para o "The Aviator" realizado pelo sempre fabuloso Martin Scorcese. Depois temos o "Ray" o segundo mais nomeado.&lt;br /&gt;Esperemos para ver...é já dia 27 de Fevereiro.&lt;br /&gt;Até lá...façam as vossas apostas eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 are missing weeks for one more edition of The Academy Awards Ceremony Live from the Kodak Theatre in Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;Who will be the lucky winner this year?&lt;br /&gt;All the bets go to "The Aviator", directed by the always fabulous Martin Scorcese. Then we have "Ray" the second most nominated motion picture of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Let's wait and see...on the 27th February.&lt;br /&gt;Until then...make your bets eheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110795953861291968?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110795953861291968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110795953861291968&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110795953861291968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110795953861291968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-oscar-goes-tooooooo.html' title='And the Oscar goes tooooooo...'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110783261855044727</id><published>2005-02-08T03:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:18:49.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval 2005</title><content type='html'>Um bom Carnaval a todos e lembrem-se...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É CARNAVAL E NÍNGUEM LEVA A MAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/Carnaval.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110783261855044727?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110783261855044727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110783261855044727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110783261855044727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110783261855044727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/carnaval-2005.html' title='Carnaval 2005'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110781708891725468</id><published>2005-02-07T22:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:19:15.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassing...</title><content type='html'>Sem palavras / No Comments...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/1-16.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110781708891725468?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110781708891725468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110781708891725468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110781708891725468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110781708891725468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/embarrassing.html' title='Embarrassing...'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110781670552360447</id><published>2005-02-07T22:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:19:29.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Turtle's Life</title><content type='html'>You have to pay atention to this...lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/1-15.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110781670552360447?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110781670552360447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110781670552360447&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110781670552360447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110781670552360447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/turtles-life.html' title='A Turtle&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110781596187244968</id><published>2005-02-07T22:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:19:44.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Bird</title><content type='html'>Cuidado com o vosso amaciador de roupa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/capricornking/Bird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110781596187244968?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110781596187244968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110781596187244968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110781596187244968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110781596187244968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/poor-bird.html' title='Poor Bird'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110780524626172293</id><published>2005-02-07T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:04:59.680Z</updated><title type='text'>So Good</title><content type='html'>Loving you is so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Preparation for something new&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna leave for an open door&lt;br /&gt;Can't stay no more Can't stay no more&lt;br /&gt;You should've heard by now&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be some changes&lt;br /&gt;You've should've learned by now &lt;br /&gt;You can't hold onto some faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna face my insecurities&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you to mother me no more&lt;br /&gt;No more&lt;br /&gt;I should have told you face to face&lt;br /&gt;Leave now to the hand of fate&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can do but compensate but&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good It feels so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe I can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone with the engine inside and it feels so good&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good It feels so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;My inner thoughts don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;I don't face the suffering no more no more&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's pill sent for me&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's pill sent for me&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's pill sent for me&lt;br /&gt;Cause it feels so good It feels so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe I can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone with the engine inside and it feels so good&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good It feels so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Aloof)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110780524626172293?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110780524626172293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110780524626172293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110780524626172293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110780524626172293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-good.html' title='So Good'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026439.post-110780431596024131</id><published>2005-02-07T18:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-07T19:25:15.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Obrigado / Thank You / Merci / Danke Schön / Grazie</title><content type='html'>Tenho a agradecer a todos os colegas bloggers e visitantes que já viram o meu blog. É uma coisa simples mas feita com gosto e divirto-me a faze-lo. É para mim, mas também é para vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You to all my fellow bloggers and visitors that have seen my blog. It's just a simple thing but made because I like to do so, It's for me, but it's for you too. Here you have what I like, somethings about me and some fun stuff. Sorry that it's mostly in portuguese but that's my native language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je remercie à tous les bloggeurs et visitants. Cela á été ecrit d'une façon simple mais je m'ai amusé en le faisant. C'est pour moi mais aussi pour vous.&lt;br /&gt;Ici, vous avez ce que j'aime.Ce  ne sont pas seulement des choses sur moi mais aussi des trucs vraiment amusants. Excusez-moi mais tous les articles sont écrits en portugais, ma langue maternelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026439-110780431596024131?l=capricornking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/feeds/110780431596024131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026439&amp;postID=110780431596024131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110780431596024131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026439/posts/default/110780431596024131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capricornking.blogspot.com/2005/02/obrigado-thank-you-merci-danke-schn.html' title='Obrigado / Thank You / Merci / Danke Schön / Grazie'/><author><name>Roger Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110087742277535687797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KlPIbZMgMSY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/Lr9-dMXD7hE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
